Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"Yes, we are willing." Brother Pingtou was stunned for a moment, then turned from sadness to joy, and he and his men shouted happily.

With that said, Brother Pingtou said to Ning Xiaolei: "Brother Lei, just call me Pingtou from now on. I don't dare to let you call me brother, hehe."

"Yes, Brother Lei will call me Tulong directly from now on." Brother Tulong also said hurriedly.

Ning Xiaolei nodded lightly: "Okay, then I won't be polite. You will be my people from now on. I will let you go east, but you can't go west. I will let you chase the chickens, but you can't chase the dogs. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

Both Brother Pingtou and Brother Tulong responded in unison.

After hearing Ning Xiaolei asking them to hang out with him, Brother Tulong's men all struggled to get up from the ground.

Ning Xiaolei nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and released a pile of three kinds of medicinal mud and said: "I don't have much left of that magical elixir. Use these three kinds of medicinal mud for the injured!"

Brother Tulong was overjoyed, his eyes were shining, and he shouted: "Come here, why don't you thank Brother Lei for the reward."

Brother Tulong could see clearly just now. When he saw Ning Xiaolei, he just waved his hand and these things appeared.

This is not a martial arts expert, this is a magical method!

Needless to say, Brother Tulong was very excited to see that the person he was following was a god.

Not to mention Brother Tulong, Brother Pingtou and others who had known Ning Xiaolei for a long time were also stunned.

They and Brother Tulong had the same idea in their hearts, that is, Ning Xiaolei was a man of gods, not a man of martial arts.

Following such a boss, doesn't it mean that they also have a slight chance to become immortals, haha!

The most surprised person was Yao Jun. He suddenly realized that he still underestimated Ning Xiaolei.

This is not a master of transformation. This person is simply not from the same world as him!

No matter how powerful a martial arts master is, can he compare with the gods? They are not in the same dimension at all.

Then, without any hesitation, Yao Jun knelt down in front of Ning Xiaolei with a thud.

"Big man, what are you doing?" Ning Xiaolei was confused.

"Boss, I want to hang out with you." Yao Jun did not hesitate, with a firm look on his face.

Ning Xiaolei frowned: "Aren't you from the Eight-Armed Sect? Why are you hanging out with me?"

"Compared to the boss, Ba Arm Men is a scumbag. I, Yao Jun, don't want to miss this opportunity." Yao Jun said loudly.

Ning Xiaolei thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, if you want to hang out with me, just stay. From now on, you can stay with Pingtou Tulong and the others."

"Thank you, boss." Yao Jun exclaimed happily, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

Ning Xiaolei chuckled and helped Yao Jun up.

After all, Yao Jun is a martial artist, and Ning Xiaolei feels relieved to have him here.

If one day, depending on their performance, it is not impossible to give them the method of cultivating demons.

"Brother Lei, we also want to hang out with you."

What Ning Xiaolei didn't expect was that after seeing his methods, all the nobles from the aristocratic families came over and knelt down one by one.

Even Wang Cang came over and wanted to recognize him as the boss.

Among the crowd, Wang Qing was the only one who had not yet knelt down.

Ning Xiaolei was speechless and curled his lips and said, "This is not a shelter. I want everyone. Tell me what you can do."

"I think you can fight, but you can't beat a big guy. I think you're smart, but you're not that smart."

All the young men from aristocratic families were stunned by what Ning Xiaolei said, and looked at each other not knowing how to refute.

The fact is, as Ning Xiaolei said, they have no outstanding advantages.

Suddenly, the eyes of a young man from an aristocratic family lit up and he said loudly: "Tell the boss, we have money."