Walking in a hurry, after more than ten days, when he returned to his camp, the monkey only felt that his camp seemed to have changed.

Originally, it wasn't good, or even clean. Many things are not known to be used too many teenagers, and some are shabby.

Now, it's on top of these shabby things, another layer of dust.

When they went, four hundred and eighty-two, and when they returned, only two hundred and fifty-one. Two hundred and thirty-one people were killed. Most of them haven't gotten acquainted with the monkeys yet.

I have to say that in this team of monkeys, it is relatively easy to be the head.

Dahong, who has always been thought to be a mother-in-law and mother-in-law, is always more active than anyone else when she tidies up things. Soon, under his organization, the team began to clean up. Even the monkeys' tents are covered.

Soon, the things left over from the dead demon soldiers were concentrated. A full pile.

Generally speaking, it is normal for a demon soldier of this grade to have no long things, and even if there is, it is just a little bit. However, it can't stand the crowd.

More than two hundred, there are still some things piled up. Most of them are daily necessities, and occasionally there are one or two incomplete exercises that I got out of nowhere, or pills that I don't know what their effects are. Otherwise, it's a pitiful few silver claws.

A litter of creatures, in the end, can get away with becoming a demon, it's good to have one. Therefore, there has never been such a thing as a relative, let alone a parent.

Naturally, the ownership of these leftovers should be, according to convention, to the head of the unit to which they belong. But what do monkeys want this stuff for?

"How?"

Looking at Da Hong and the notebook full of memories in his hand, the monkey finally only came up with one sentence: "You can do it." ”

"Okay, then I'll confiscate them all!"

Da Hong hurriedly walked out, and the monkey lowered his head and continued to study the Guiyuan stick in his hand. I don't have a clue though.

The days began again, and each day passed.

As a special existence in the camp, the white frost originally paid attention to the monkeys in his daily life, but now that the monkeys' bodies are recovering day by day, they have turned to help the fat intestines to get up the logistics.

Da Hong, as always, was calculating, eager to pull something out of his teeth.

Niu Tou continued to assume the position of the head of the sect, and led a group of demon soldiers to practice every day. Of course, his so-called practice is actually practice. After all, he has also seen the world in the three-star cave of the slanting moon.

I have to say that the demon soldiers in the camp, those exercises are either incomplete or simply bullshit. Even the centurions.

In this case, the Lion Camel King didn't want to popularize it?

It shouldn't be difficult to find a few exercises, right?

Of course, unless the monkey can find the Lion Llama King and ask a question, there will never be an answer to this question.

Blacktail is still haunted every day, bringing some news of this and that to the monkey from time to time. Anyway, Blacktail still has an old account with the monkeys. Originally, the monkey was going to wait for the war to be repaired. After all, if a military regulation is violated in front of the whole battalion, it must always be explained? Only a well-disciplined unit can talk about combat effectiveness.

However, after that battle, the monkey suddenly stopped thinking.

Mil-Spec ...... Scold.

The monkey doesn't want to comment anymore, so why bother if it can make everyone live a little better?

In addition, everyone seemed to have forgotten about the incident, and the monkey simply pretended not to remember it and threw it aside.

As for the monkeys themselves...... In addition to studying the Guiyuan stick every day without a clue, there is probably only cultivation left.

Soon, the monkey discovered another thing...... I don't know why, he actually knows how to break through to the God Refining Realm......

He obviously hasn't seen this part in the three-star cave of the slanting moon?

As always, no clue. In the end, the monkey could only ignore the thirty-seven twenty-one and practiced in the way of "knowing for himself".

And just like that, in the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Three days later, early one morning, the crocodile spirit came to the monkey's camp with a large group of subordinates, and an elixir that could help the monkey break through to the realm of refining gods was sent to the monkey.

"Well, you did a good job this time, Your Highness rewarded you. Eat it, work hard, and soon, you'll be the real deal. The crocodile smirked.

Along with it, there were some general rewards such as wine, plenty of food, cloth, and so on.

The monkey silently took the elixir and handed it to the white frost: "Thank you." ”

By the way, he explained: "Send everything down, everyone is happy tonight." ”

"Good!" Da Hong was already happy. The demon soldiers in the camp were also overjoyed.

"No thanks, you deserve it. Looking at the monkey, the crocodile spirit laughed.

The fat intestine asked in a low voice, "Boss Browneye, what about me...... What about that? Did Your Highness say anything? ”

"What about you......" The crocodile spirit hesitated slightly.

The monkey couldn't help frowning at this hesitation.

I only heard the crocodile pursed her lips and whispered: "Your Highness's intention is to give you the right to live in the demon capital, but ......"

"But what?" asked the fat intestine quickly.

Sighing lightly, the crocodile spirit pretended to regret and said, "But your rank is too low, I'm afraid it's not suitable to go to the demon capital like this." ”

"Didn't you say last time that you would give it to Brother Monkey? Brother Monkey is the capital commander, isn't his rank low?"

Glancing back at the monkey, the crocodile spirit spread his hands and said worriedly, "It's still low." It's just all of them, and they can't be put on the table. Put you in the demon capital, and Your Highness's face may not be saved. So, this thing ...... It's a bit tricky. ”

The eyebrows of the fat intestine are almost frowning so much that they can wring out the water.

The monkey stood by and listened silently, looking at the crocodile spirit with a suspicious expression.

After a moment of silence, the crocodile spirit continued: "However, it is a pity that the reward is gone. As your head, I'll have to think about you, right?"

The fat intestine lowered his head slightly, and hurriedly raised it again.

The crocodile spirit turned around and beckoned, and soon, more than a dozen plates of dishes carried by a dozen demon soldiers were sent to the fat intestines.

The monkey's eyes widened, and the demon soldiers around him stared blankly.

"How's that, do you like it or not?" said the crocodile spirit with a grin, "I know you like to eat, so I'll give you all of this." Eat your fill, eat well!"

With that, he reached out and patted the fat intestine that was still stunned, and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" the monkey said suddenly.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire camp seemed to drop a few degrees.

The crocodile spirit stopped, turning his back to the monkey.

The demon soldiers in the camp were all watching the two of them cautiously.

The monkey asked softly, "You mean, the right of residence that the fat intestine has made the first contribution, and this is the right to change?"

"Is there a problem?" the crocodile spirit slowly turned around, a mocking expression.

White Frost hurriedly pulled the monkey's hand, however, the monkey gently pulled her away.

"That's a big problem!" gritted his teeth, and the monkey glared at the crocodile spirit.