My Demon King Plush

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Seeing Baiju and Xiao Yao coming in from the gate, the group of people who were talking stopped and greeted them instead.
Qu Lang smiled so hard that you couldn't see his teeth, “Baiju! Great, you suppressed the formation so easily.”

Baiju subconsciously glanced at Xiao Yao next to him.
This was the first time that Qu Lang didn't greet Xiao Yao first.

Xiao Yao wore a slight smile.
If it wasn't for the redness at the end of his eyes, one couldn't tell that he was crying before.
Seeing Baiju looking over, Xiao Yao raised his eyebrows, “Why are you looking at me? You did it.”

Baiju blinked, and took a while to respond.
He didn't deny that he was good, but sincerely praised, “Your formation is also good, it exceeded my expectations.”

Qu Lang hissed with toothache, “Unexpectedly, the White King will also blow up each other's work.”

Baiju didn't understand, “???”

The two Special Service squads had gathered together.
Seeing that Baiju's face was blank for a moment, they laughed lively, and babblingly invited Baiju to drink and celebrate.

Baiju was shocked by the sudden burst of enthusiasm of these people, and was somewhat helpless as he transmitted to Xiao Yao, “Yao Yao, what's the matter with them?”
Excited as if they were on something.

Xiao Yao smiled and bent his eyes, and patted Baiju's arm comfortingly, “It's nothing, it's just that you successfully rose to become their comrade-in-arms.”

These people in the Special Service squads were different from ordinary practitioners.
They were all people who had been in the pre-selection team.
The atmosphere of the barracks was like a drug, which was absorbed in their flesh and blood, and gradually made the word “comrade-in-arms” a kind of recognition engraved in the bones.

The old white dog was only their partner before, but in just over an hour he gave them a huge surprise.

First, Ji Yun’s painstaking research results had become reality, and before today he'd laid the foundation for communication with the vampires.
As a result, when this crowd of people came out to work, even if the vampires were idiots, they understood that they were simply the “official” people from China.
Don't mention invitation letters, if they cooperated with them, they could really win the opportunity to immigrate to China.

The Secret Service, the Demon Administration, and the Practitioners Association didn't object to their immigration.
The only problem was that vampires weren't easy to discipline.
Part of the information given to Ji Yun by the white dog was the list of techniques that vampires could use to practice Daoism.
Although they couldn't be as obedient as the flying corpse Qing Lan, it would require them to rely on human cultivators to exist, and they would discourage resistance.

——Who said the classes of vampires were distinct? The servility hidden underneath was the same.

As a result, when these people inspected the interior of Heyin Fort, they only had a few “inadvertent” conversations and deduced the vampires' strength in numbers, including many ghosts.
The negotiation didn't take long, the members of Heyin Fort eagerly expressed their willingness to cooperate fully with the Special Service, and were willing to exchange freedom and loyalty for the opportunity of immigration.

A matter that should have been difficult was solved with ease, and the old white dog was indispensable.

Ling Yun leaned over with a grin and gave Baiju a thumbs up, “White King, I was wrong before, but if you have any instructions in the future, please contact me.
Our Beijing Qilin team is here to help!”

Qu Lang was still telling people whether to drink red and white or beer.
Hearing this sentence on the tip of his ears, he walked the distance in two steps, raised a long leg and kicked Ling Yun’s arse, “Fuck off.
Your Qilin will guard the capital, and all maneuvers will belong to our Peregrine Falcon!”

Ling Yun's posture looked rather awkward, and a little shoe print was still visible on his pants.
He immediately patted his pants and turned back to settle the account, “Bah, are we not Earthly Qilin, and I belong to the Qilin team!”

“City-defending qilin don't go to heaven, what are they if not earthly qilin!” Qu Lang's words were cheap, and he sincerely brimmed with taunting skills when he was angry, “Captain Ling, you must look at yourself clearly.”

“Yes, Peregrine Falcon's Captain Qu is old, he's going blind,” Ling Yun smiled, and pointed at Qu Lang with his finger, “How long is the list of penalties this year, enough to go to heaven?”

Qu Lang chuckled, “Look at your praise, our Peregrine Falcon has the ability to take you to heaven every day.”

Ling Yun choked, “…”
He recalled his lines for a moment, and almost felt a sense of a hole in the picture.

The old white dog only saw that the person who was just proclaiming loyalty to him turn around to fight with Qu Lang, and the content was becoming more and more pornographic.

Xiao Yao looked at Baiju's dazed expression, and for a moment wanted to laugh.
Fortunately, the people in the Special Service had such a style of communicating.
Now they had accepted this old dog, they would surround him with a warm aura.
The temperature of the fireworks was scorching, and his name appeared in the mouths of various members.

“What kind of red wine? I think the White King should drink white…White King, you choose!”

“For what misfortune are we drinking white, barbecue and beer is more suitable!”

“Bah, you guys have low alcohol tolerance, don't delay our establishment of revolutionary friendship with the White King.”

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The old white dog: It feels like I'm back to the days when I took on little brothers as the Demon King…