People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 732: Just As If We Don’t Have This Son

Beulah blinked.

She had read various reports on Qi Yan's deeds at least eighty times, if not a hundred, so she naturally knew who Qi Lin was.

But for some reason, every time she heard or saw the name Qi Lin, she thought it was so cute.

"You don't need to remind me. How could I miss such a good opportunity to curry favor with someone so powerful?"

Beulah pumped her little fist and hummed with confidence.

The shapeshifter smiled but said nothing.

Little girl, you are still too young to fight with us.

When you are bewitched by Qi Lin to the point of losing your mind and shout "Let me breathe Miss Qi Lin again" every day, you will naturally not continue to compete with us for the position of Qi Yan's nursing home agent!

The shapeshifter felt that he had already won, and waved his hand nonchalantly:

"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's arrange for people to handle the ship. This is a big project."

"Leave it to me!"

Beulah, full of fighting spirit, had no idea that he was about to embark on a journey of no return. He mustered his energy and began to direct the crowd to work.

The Patriot then stepped in front of the Shapeshifter, his tall figure casting a shadow that enveloped the Shapeshifter.

"Sir, the blood demon you just mentioned..."

"The Blood Demon Lord is dead." The Shapeshifter waved his hand and said, "Let's just pretend that we don't have a son like him."

patriot:?

The shapeshifter continued, "The Blood Demon has realized something. He is very weak now and will not pose a threat to the stability of the nursing home. He will leave when he recovers from his injuries."

The Patriot nodded, but was still a little worried, so he turned and headed for the temporary hospital, deciding to meet the poor Lord of the Royal Court in person.

When the patriot found the trash can behind the temporary hospital, he was confused by the situation in front of him.

"Why, there's no Blood Demon Lord, but only a trash can full of rocks?"

As if hearing the patriot's muttering, the pile of stones shook slightly, revealing the lifeless blood demon inside.

Patriot: "... Maharaja, you..."

"I'm not the Blood Demon Lord, leave me alone." The Blood Demon Lord said expressionlessly.

"No, I mean." Patriot stepped forward to help clear the stones, "Even if you want to recuperate in a nursing home, you still have to pay."

Blood Demon Lord: “…”

He looked at the patriot numbly, not understanding what was happening to this land.

The Wendigo, known for his bellicosity and cannibalism, seemed to be obsessed with money. The first thing he said to the Lord of the Royal Court was that he was afraid that he would run away with the bill.

The more serious problem is...

"I have no money." The Blood Demon Lord felt a little aggrieved.

"You can work to pay off your debts. Many people stay in nursing homes this way." Patriot skillfully gave the solution.

The Blood Demon Lord looked at his broken body with a look of despair on his face.

Considering his current state, he is only alive thanks to the Sarkaz's strong physique. There is really not a drop of blood left in his body.

Without killing others to replenish his blood, he might have to rely on others to hand his food to him.

The Patriot carefully picked up the Blood Demon Lord with his big hands. After seeing his injuries, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"My Lord, thank you for your hard work." The Patriot sighed, "But maybe the Sarkaz have another way out. Why are you so paranoid?"

"Are you trying to judge me too?"

The Blood Demon Lord sneered: "I have been criticized enough by the younger generation recently, Wendigo, and you are no more."

"That's not my intention. I respect your choice, but I don't want to see the Sarkaz continue on the road to death that is doomed to no return."

The Patriot said nothing more and took the Blood Demon Lord away as if he was holding a big cat.

He settled the Blood Demon Lord in the temporary hospital and personally accompanied him until his condition stabilized before leaving with peace of mind.

When he arrived at the clean streets of the nursing home, the patriot found that it was already late.

"Qi Yan may not have eaten yet and neglected it."

The Patriot turned around and prepared to go to the cafeteria to see if there was any leftover food to pack for himself and Qi Yan.

On the way, he met Beulah who was walking with a piece of bread in her mouth.

"Grandpa, you haven't eaten yet." Beulah swallowed the bread in a few bites and raised the packed lunch box in his hand. "I've prepared it for you. It's a super large portion!"

After taking Beulah's lunch box, Patriot found that the portion was larger than what he usually ate. It was obvious that the person who prepared it had deliberately prepared one more portion.

The Patriot, realizing that Beulah had guessed something, nodded and rubbed Beulah's little head:

"You're a good girl, you're smart, he won't mind."

Beulah smiled like a good kid and watched the Patriot walk away with the lunch box in his hand.

After receiving the patriot's assurance, she left with a lighter step.

On the other side, Patriot returned to the house where he lived, pushed the door open, and unexpectedly found that his oversized bed was already empty, leaving only the quilt that Qi Yan had kicked into the corner.

……

……

In the cafeteria, it was already past mealtime. In order to save energy, the lights were turned off early, leaving only slight sounds from the refrigerators where food was stored.

Atuo covered his stomach which kept complaining to him and groped around the cafeteria stealthily in the dark.

"Don't call me brother, I'm calling you brother now."

Atuo smiled bitterly at his growling stomach: "I've already had dinner, why am I hungry so soon? I'm not as big as old Patriot, why are you so hard to please?"

The stomach didn't want to pay any attention to Atuo and growled three times in protest.

"I hope I don't get caught, or I'll have to recite the Qimen Bible again... I'm not being disrespectful to the Qimen, Qi Yan is above, my loyalty to the dean is evident to all, Qimen!"

Atuo realized that he had said something wrong, and even though there was no one around, he kept praying to himself.

It was not until his stomach began to urge him again that he hurriedly stopped praying and trotted towards the refrigerator.

But as soon as he got closer, Atuo heard a rustling sound.

"There are still experts?!"

Realizing that he was not alone, Atuo quickly hid behind a cupboard, then stuck his head out to look into the refrigerator.

In the dark cafeteria, he met the eyes of a white-haired Rupert who was holding a steak in his mouth.

Atuo: “…”

Qi Yan: "..."

Pfft!

Atuo knelt down on the spot.

It’s over. I was caught cheating, and it was Qi Yan himself who caught me!

Qi Yan realized that he was caught cheating and was about to run away when he found that the other party had already knelt down.

Qi Yan:?

In his blank eyes, Atuo has begun to examine his crimes from the bottom of his heart:

“Qi Yan is above, Master Dean, God is everywhere, gazing upon the world, examining the sins of all living beings.

Atuo should never be so greedy for food. All the food is a gift from the dean, and all members of the nursing home are the dean's subjects.

We can only use what you give us, and we cannot take what you don't give us. Please forgive Atuo's sin, Dean. Atuo was just really hungry."

Listening to Atuo's self-examination, Qi Yan, who was quite interested at first, gradually became bored.

"Look up and open your mouth."

Qi Yan's voice came from above Atuo's head. The latter raised his head in confusion and did as he was told. Then a piece of steak fell into his mouth.

"Eat when you are hungry, sleep when you are tired, whatever you ask for, say and do should all be based on your own will."

Qi Yan chewed the steak in his mouth, his words were a little unclear, but he was very firm: "Stand up, don't kneel!"

Atuo spat out the steak in his mouth, held it in his palm, and stared at Qi Yan blankly.

His expression was first one of surprise, then confusion, then confusion, and finally... doubt.