They all know that if they stay on Plane 1, they may die and may not have a good life, but they are just a lot of possibilities.
However, if you go back, you will definitely die, and you will die miserably!
Because they know what the failure of this invasion means to the eighth plane, and what it means to the big shots on the eighth plane.
To be honest, it would not be an exaggeration to call the hundreds of monsters like myself an eternal sinner on the eighth plane.
Most of the more than 3,000 people I have have no background. Even Lord Anshou, who has a background, is the son of a concubine who is not taken seriously. He is usually the kind of person who is laughed at and can't hold his head up.
When we go back, no one can protect themselves, let alone those low-level monsters like themselves.
On the other side, seeing An Shou greeting him almost licking his lips, the two monks who came in behind to maintain order smiled.
"No need, we've already eaten." After listening to An Shou's words, the two human monks hurriedly said with a smile, then looked around and left.
Soon, only the demons who were eating and some immortal students in the same class were left in the cafeteria, and the atmosphere became a bit weird, especially for those demons from the eighth plane.
In the cafeteria, the monsters ate well, but their hearts felt bitter.
Because the entire continuing education class was in the cafeteria, there were some immortals and demons from other dimensions who were also under house arrest and forced to study not far away.
The demons on the eighth plane noticed that these immortals and demons also pointed at them from time to time, looking at their group with sympathy and even pity in their eyes.
It's just that because of Lord Anshou's cultivation level, they didn't dare to go too far.
We even saw not only sympathy but also gloating in the eyes of those immortals and monsters.
"Alas~" Feeling this, these monsters on the eighth plane couldn't help but sigh, they were so aggrieved.
What's more important is that everyone doesn't know what the future will be like, and they understand that it is impossible for the Dragon Soaring Fairyland to give so much Ziyu food in vain.
And those who have this idea are not only Haicha and other monsters, but also Anshou.
Is this considered a deprivation meal?
Or are the people of Soaring Dragon planning to recruit themselves and then serve as cannon fodder for them, allowing them to charge into battle when strong men from other planes come?
While eating, everyone became more and more unsure and confused.
Because no matter which one it is, there will be no good results.
And the more we eat, especially the more comfortable these two days have become, the more everyone worries about gains and losses, and the more anxious they become.
If the food in the cafeteria hadn't been so delicious, the demons on the eighth plane would really not be able to eat at this moment.
An Shou really hoped that Long Teng would clarify his words and tell him what to do.
That way, even if you die, there will be no problem, at least you can be an understanding person.
And just as An Shou was thinking this while eating in confusion, suddenly, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and he could even hear the sounds of hesitation, nervousness and excitement of moving seats.
At the same time, a voice came in from outside.
"How's it going? How's your food these days?"
Following the sound, the monsters in the cafeteria, including the immortals before, all stood up, and they didn't know where to put their hands.
The person who came was none other than Zhang Jiangang, and he was accompanied by Lao Yu and Futukang's excellent workshop director Ke Duoluo.
"Master!"
"Master!"
However, whether he was being arrogant or modest just now, all the students of the cram school for monsters and immortals stood up one by one, and even more nervously, they squeezed out smiles to say hello.
"Oh, haha, okay, okay, sit down, don't be nervous, you can eat your food." Zhang Jiangang waved his hand for everyone to sit down, and at the same time walked towards An Shou.
"Master~" Ankari swallowed and quickly put down his chopsticks.
As for Haicha and other demons from the eighth plane, their bodies were straight and they did not dare to say anything, especially when they saw Zhang Jiangang walking towards his master.
What's going on? Is Zhang Jiangang going to take action against the adults? Everyone thought in their minds because they felt that Zhang Jiangang was here for secret hunting.
Similarly, An Shou was extremely nervous, and he thought so too, because Zhang Jiangang looked at him as soon as he came in and walked towards him.
Especially when he looked at Kodoro, An Shou felt very frightened.
Likewise, other immortals and demons also looked over.
What even shocked the jaws of the immortals and demons from the eighth plane, including those from other planes, was that not only did they come over, but Zhang Jiangang also sat down at An Shou's dining table.
"Nephew Ou Youxian, are you here too?" As he sat down, Zhang Jiangang said, "Sit down, sit down, don't stand, sit down."
After swallowing, An Shou was stunned.
Xian~Xiannephew? Did you call me?
He also subconsciously looked around to make sure that no one responded. An Shou knew that he was undoubtedly being called.
"Master, you, you called me?" An Shou pointed to his nose and said anxiously.
"I don't want you to call anyone else!" Before Zhang Jiangang could speak, Codoro had already said it with a straight face.
"Who else could I have besides you, nephew?" Zhang Jiangang said very naturally and even intimately.
Good nephew! The eyes of everyone else, including Hai Cha and others, almost popped out.
But yes, An Shou is only in his twenties, and Zhang Jiangang is already over sixty, so he is not considered too old.
If he were on the eighth plane, Zhang Jiangang would naturally be putting money on his face by saying this. After all, An Shou is the son of the Eastern God Emperor.
But this is plane number one. Let alone calling you nephew, even calling you grandson is just to give you face.
What's going on? Haicha's heart skipped a beat, thinking it was definitely not a good thing.
"Oh, by the way, this is your subordinate, what's his name?" What's more terrible is that an old man pointed at Haicha.
Damn, Haicha, who had just sat down, quickly stood up.
"Master~" Haicha shouted quickly, but his heart was pounding.
"His name is Haicha." Kedoluo, who was next to Zhang Jiangang, had already spoken coldly.
"Oh, it's the master, oh no, uncle, he is indeed my nephew's subordinate." The Anshou also said quickly, his back already wet.
Because he didn't know what kind of medicine was in Zhang Jiangang's gourd.
uncle?
Hearing An Shou climbing up the pole so fast, Lao Yu next to Zhang Jiangang covered his face.
The word "uncle" is not used randomly. It can only be said that the dark hunter was so nervous that he remembered what it was called.
At the same time, everyone also noticed Lao Yu.
The middle stage of Nascent Soul! The immortals and demons present couldn't help but said in surprise.
The dark hunter was almost the same, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
How many cards does Long Teng hide? I remember that this ghost-like person dressed in sinister white never appeared that day?
"Oh, not bad, not bad." Zhang Jiangang ignored their reactions and looked at An Shou and continued, "My dear nephew, how are you? Do you like the food and are you used to it?"
Zhang Jiangang said coldly and warmly.
But the more this happens, the more dangerous the surrounding immortals and demons feel.
They know that the more enthusiastic someone is to you and greets you, it means that you are going to be in trouble soon.
At this moment, the other immortals and ghosts in the continuing education cram school all looked at An Shou with sympathy, the existence that may have the highest cultivation level on the earth.
And even An Shou broke into a cold sweat, thinking the same thing.
"I'm used to eating. Thank you, Master." An Shou said tremblingly.
"Why are you still calling me Master? Nephew, you are too outsider." Zhang Jiangang's face was stern.
An Shou is about to cry. He can't afford to be so high, uncle. Just tell me what you want to do and give him a happy death.
"Yes, yes." Although he thought so, An Shou still held back and said. At the same time, he also wanted to know what the purpose of Zhang Jiangang's coming was, and whether it was really his time to die.
After looking at An Shou again, Zhang Jiangang finally spoke.
As soon as the words came out, the color drained from An Shou's face.
"How about my dear nephew, I have been here for so long. I feel homesick. Do you want to go back to the eighth plane?" Zhang Jiangang said.
Almost at the same time, with a plop, An Shou knelt down.
"Master Ming Jian, An Shou swears to the sky that An Shou has never had such a thought, never! Master Ming Jian, Ming Jian!" An Shou said in a tearful voice, his head almost bleeding.
"Anshou can be a bull or a horse for the Master. Don't kill me, Master. I'm still young. I'm only twenty-six years old. Anshou has never thought of going back. Lord Kodoro, please help me beg for mercy."
, I really don’t, really don’t.
I have always wanted to be a real person and draw a clear line between me and monsters. Mr. Ke, please help me to beg for mercy."
In the end, Anshou was so frightened that he pulled Kodoro's trousers and asked him to intercede for him.
An Shou was really frightened to death, and even more anxious.
Are you homesick? Go back?
Don’t you understand what this means? It means you should go and die!