Even if Ren Jie plays a sweet allegro, it still cannot change the fact that he owes me a three million word thank you letter.

Long Jue, this cheater, didn’t say anything about a thank you note when he gave the ring to himself.

Ren Jie suddenly stood up straight, stood with his hands behind his back, and sneered:

"I will let Jie do what I want to do all my life, why do I need others to tell me what to do?"

"I won't write, what can you do to me?"

Long Aotian suddenly smiled evilly: "Very good~ No one in this world can refuse me, you are the first!"

"If pretending to be useful, what else do you need me to do?"

"Don't try to make me angry, because only you can put out the fire you start. You don't have the right to say no to me."

Listening to what Long Aotian said, Ren Jie couldn't help but shudder, with a look of disgust on his face.

I'm not afraid of pretending to be a critic, but I really can't compete with you in the fuel competition, right?

Fang Zhou on the side was full of gloating: "I advise you to write it. Lu Qianfan wrote this thank you letter when he was half a child..."

"If you can't finish writing, you will definitely be locked up in a small dark room. You don't want to learn this lesson. Three million words. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I sympathize with you for a second, hahahahaha~"

Even the Tang Dynasty said: "There is no other way, just write it. They may be used in the future. It would be bad if they were blacklisted for this."

Ren Jie's face was dark and aggrieved, but he thought that this black gold ring had indeed saved him three times.

"Tsk~ Isn't it just three million words? Just write it!"

I saw Ren Jie immediately using breath soil to transform into a giant desktop, with a pile of white paper, and 99 black hands coming into battle, writing as soon as they picked up the pen, and the pen was filled with sparks.

"Letter of Thank You"

On behalf of Jiang Jiuli, Lu Chen, Qianliu, Ye Weiyang, Wu Li...(name×N) and all my classmates, tutors, relatives and friends, I would like to sincerely thank Liu Bo and Shunda Express Company.

If it weren't for the black gold ring that gave me the chance to save my life, I wouldn't have had the chance to kill the pumpkin demon, the ghoul demon, and the gauntlet demon this time I went into the abyss (Demon name × N, transcribed from the "Encyclopedia of Demon Types")

Looking at Ren Jie who was writing furiously, even half of the A4 paper was dry, Jiang Jiuli felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Damn it! Such a great idea, why didn’t I think of it when I wrote the thank you letter?

Both Fangzhou and Tang Dynasty were dumbfounded. Damn it, you just wrote down the names of all the people and demons you know, right?

There are too many representatives, right? The Daxia Demographic Team needs your participation.

The corners of Long Aotian's mouth twitched, "Okay, okay, it's up to you. I'll see how you deal with it later."

I saw Ren Jie writing without stopping.

Every time I think that I am still alive and my life is ruined because of your black gold ring, I want to be happy and laugh, hahahahaha...(×1 million words).

But no matter how many haha ​​I say, I can't express my gratitude to you (let's say everyone's name again). I'm really numb. Thank you, Liu Bo'er. Please forgive my vulgar language, because this is the only way.

, can I express my gratitude to you more truly, I~%?…;# *'☆&℃$︿★? Thank you%?…;# *'☆&℃$︿★? ,To sum up,

Thank you so much!

While writing, Ren Jie made a weird smile, as if inspired, he wrote faster!

Fifteen minutes later, Ren Jie directly stuffed a large pile of A4 paper into Long Aotian's arms, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Nuo~ The three million word thank you letter you asked for, because I just wrote it, I gave you an extra thirty thousand, so you don't need to thank me!"

At this moment, Long Aotian's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Are you sure this is a thank you letter? Not a census form, a devil's directory, or a collection of dirty words?"

"The second half is so dirty that I can't describe it in words. The paper is even cleaner than what you wrote on it. You can't even read it without mosaic, right?"

You have cursed nearly a million words, and not one of them is the same. How many dirty words do you have in your inventory?

Ren Jie suddenly glared and said, "Just tell me if I am grateful to him, and what's wrong with the dirty words? This is also the foundation and inheritance of Daxia culture, right? Wen Muzhi?"

Wen Mu looked in agreement and nodded wildly: "That's it!"

Long Aotian didn't even care about pretending: "But this..."

"But what is it? I didn't write it for you? Just take it back to your boss and give it to your boss. If you keep grinding, believe it or not, I will let Aoi kill you?"

Long Aotian gritted his teeth, glared at Ren Jie bitterly, and disappeared into the space crack while holding the thank you letter.

Ren Jie then blew on the pen tip that was still emitting white smoke and smiled proudly: "Done~"

Fang Qingyun swallowed: "It makes me want to apply for a black gold ring to use..."

Wen Muzhi shook his head and patted Fang Qingyun on the shoulder: "It's better to give up. The sum of the beauty and dross in your chest is not enough for half an A4 paper..."

Fang Qingyun:???

At this moment, there was a sound of "crotch", almost without any warning. Mei Qian, who was watching the excitement one second, was struck by a black lightning and fell to the ground the next moment...

He lay on his back and kept thrashing, rolling his eyes and spitting out foam. His whole body was black and white smoke was coming out from his head being chopped off...

Everyone who saw it was excited and instinctively ran away from the distance.

At some point, a dark cloud appeared above Mei Qian's head, and it fell like a downpour, slapping Mei Qian's face randomly.

Thunder surged in the dark clouds, with an average of one thunder every three seconds, striking Mei Qian wildly. Not only that, the heavy rain soon turned into hailstones the size of human heads, which smashed Mei Qian in the face.

In just a short time, the money was swollen from the smash.

Ren Jie looked frightened. It was clearly sunny all around, but the area where Mei Qian was located was experiencing constant natural disasters.

God don't even bother to act?

"Little money? When did you trigger the natural disaster of misfortune again?"

I saw Mei Qian struggling to get up, his eyes swollen into slits:

"No...no~ This situation is normal and will probably last for about six days..."

"I sprayed the chariot and the hermit with eight times the unlucky blood. Now the three-hour time limit for the three-hour blood luck on both of them has expired. I myself am eight times more unlucky than usual. One spray will make me unlucky for three days..."

Everyone gasped. Mei Qian was already unlucky enough on weekdays, but these six days were eight times more unlucky than usual?

Is this still possible?

Sure enough, although Mei Qian's skills are very abnormal, the damage to himself is not small, right?

Wei Wuwan looked at Mei Qian and his lips twitched. If Chariot hadn't been hit by Mei Qian's sacrifice curse and blood mold, he might not have been able to kill him.

Even the hermit was destroyed...

If it weren't for that bloody mold, the hermits in the Abyss would never be so passive. It's really not certain who will win and who will lose.

It can be said that two people died and one was ruined, two of them were because of Mei Qian.

Looking at Mei Qian being fucked in the wind and rain, Ren Jie sweated on his forehead: "Are you really okay? With this intensity, are you sure you can survive six days?"

I saw Mei Qian grinning, showing a gaping tooth: "It must be fine. My life is very hard now, I'm sure...ah~"

A pillar of magma rushed out from under Mei Qian's feet, blasting him away on the spot. He streaked across the sky like a bolide and fell towards the sword abyss.
Chapter completed!