Call That Bastard Zhishou Out

"Fuck, I really have to thank you."

Su Xiaoxiao spoke sourly. He had already defected from the Heaven Dao Sect and was finally free to do whatever he wanted.

And now you bring me a whole bunch of burdens?

What the hell were you thinking?

It no longer mattered what Hanyu had been thinking. The group was now chattering away, asking what their lord had been thinking.

Even the Distracted Taoist was looking at him strangely.

He had abandoned the Heaven Dao Sect, that towering tree, and run to this barren... The current Central Continent did not seem quite so barren anymore, but it was still worlds apart.

What had he been thinking to come here?

Su Xiaoxiao had no choice but to swallow her bitterness. Did he want to betray them?

Di Liuxin had been about to kill people. If he had not run, was he supposed to wait with his neck outstretched to be slaughtered?

These matters certainly could not be explained in a short while, nor was this a suitable place to discuss them.

Thus, Su Xiaoxiao could only helplessly quiet this group down first.

"I'll explain everything to you later."

Hanyu had already brought the people to him. There were only two possibilities.

He could accept them or refuse them.

If he accepted them, he would have to take care of his own faction.

If he refused, Su Xiaoxiao looked at this group of little rookies—the cannon fodder among cannon fodder. Sending them out would be little different from sending them to their deaths.

You bastard. You're morally blackmailing me.

Su Xiaoxiao gnashed his teeth, but the key was that he was genuinely willing to be blackmailed.

These rookies had been his followers for a thousand years. If there had been many of them, that would