In fact, in Bai Xiao's opinion, the changes in the hearts of the people in Leishi City are not worth worrying about.

It's just a surging crowd.

It's just that everyone is invincible.

It's just a preconceived bias.

Bai Xiao had already experienced this kind of situation more than a year ago when he first entered Hongshan City. At that time, he came to Hongshan City as the boyfriend of the Demon Princess, facing an extraordinary hostility.

At that time, Bai Xiao could be said to have easily resolved the hostility of the whole city, relying on one trick to spend money.

As long as you spend enough money, there will be no grudge that cannot be resolved.

Sure enough, when Bai Xiao said that he had donated five hundred dragon tears, the students in the audience became even more excited.

"Bao Duo! jb egg!"

"When we Shengyuan people are as humble as you Qin people?"

"It's really shameless to spend money in public to win people's hearts!"

Bai Xiao was not surprised by this reaction, and he was even expected.

Compared to more than a year ago, now he has improved his money-spending skills, so the sentence just now is just a prelude to suppress it first and then promote it.

Next, facing the sudden excitement of Shengyuan students, Bai Xiao added: "Three hundred dragon tears are donated to the academy that received us."

Almost instantly, the emotions in the audience began to cool down.

Bai Xiao continued: "I remember Dean Wan introduced to me that the college currently has 102 students and 34 mentors, so we can roughly have two of them. I hope these dragon tears can help all students move more smoothly on the path of the devil."

The shouts and scoldings from the audience are still there, but they undoubtedly seem to be weak.

Instead, many people involuntarily swallowed.

If 500 Dragon Tears donated to Leishi City are still an illusory concept, then the directional donation of 300 academy is much closer. When Bai Xiao talked about two of them, many students would still involuntarily hold one in their minds even if they resisted it at the psychological level...

That's really like a dream.

Bai Xiao said, looking at the edge of the square again. Those ordinary people who do not have the qualifications to practice magic but still work in the college, laughed and said, "In addition to the Tears of Dragons, I have also prepared many rare gems produced from the Snow Mountain Mineral Veins, donated to the 173 administrative service personnel of the college. The market value is in principle equivalent to Tears of Dragons."

The next moment, there was a thunderous cheer in the square.

These ordinary humans who hold ordinary positions are far less reserved than the young magic students. They express their joy without any concealment. The advantage of numbers makes the atmosphere in the square change in an instant.

With the continuous cheers, some students shook their heads helplessly, obeyed their inner desires, and joined the celebratory team. There were only a few deadly hard elements, blushing and scolding: "It's not a decent, it's really a shame for the Shengyuan people!"

However, the voice of this minority is like a catalyst, which only makes the administrators on the edge more excited.

For many administrative service personnel, it is a joy to see these students being defeated!

The two sides are originally in opposition.

As the origin of human demon civilization, the Holy Yuan Empire felt much stronger in the sense of separation between the demon priests and ordinary humans than the Qin State. People with qualifications and those without qualifications seemed to be two completely different species. Although they lived under the same sky, they were experiencing completely different lives.

Although under the development of civilization, strict laws have been formulated at the Imperial Parliament level to ensure that ordinary humans have equal power and equality of magic priests, discrimination at the cultural consciousness level is still inevitable. Especially in places where magic priests gather, the inner sense of superiority is always overflowing.

The pressure of ordinary people being in it is naturally indescribable.

The reason why these administrative service personnel are willing to be under pressure is that the treatment of the Magic Academy is generous and stable, and it is the simplest and most direct realists - in fact, idealists do not survive here suddenly.

For these realists, no national hatred or family hatred is meaningful than gold, silver and jewelry.

Since the Qin people are willing to spend money, they are not Qin people, but relatives.

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"Bai Xiao, I love you! Please marry me!"

A girl with short skirt blushed and shouted sharply to Bai Xiao.

A shocked and envious look suddenly gathered around him.

This short skirt girl Feng Yuming is the front desk signboard of the college’s administrative service building. She has been born with charming curves at a young age and is secretly hailed as the number one beautiful girl in the administrative building.

So although Feng Yuming is just an ordinary person who does not have magic adaptability, he has become the dream mistress of many demon geniuses. For natural, how could a dignified demon priest marry a woman with a humble status as his wife, so he can only apply for a mistress quota for him.

Feng Yuming didn't realize the complicated gazes around him. After throwing the kiss at Bai Xiao, he smiled under Lan Lan's cold gaze and stopped talking.

But with her being responsible for raising the popularity, the people who followed up immediately felt doubled their enthusiasm.

"Boss Bai, please settle down in Leishi City for a long time! We support you as an honorary citizen!"

Wan Junzhu smiled and nodded, thinking that this idea was really good. An honorary citizen who could shed hundreds of dragon tears at will... Not to mention an honorary citizen, it doesn't matter if the city lord's position is given to you. When the ceremony is over, go to Ding Wanli to communicate.

But I heard the crowd shouting: "Next year's college presidential election, we will give you all our votes!"

Wan Junzhu was shocked: "Hey, please take a little more restraint!"

However, in the carnival, where is there room for restraint?

As Bai Xiao finally piled up a handful of gold, silver and jewelry and fifty dragon tears on the stage as advance payments, the quiet and elegant academy was immediately wrapped in a sea of ​​joy.

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Bai Xiao and his group appeared like war criminals and left like heroes.

After overcoming many difficulties, Wan Junzhu finally separated the infinitely enthusiastic crowd and led the four VIPs back to the accommodation prepared by the college - Minglou.

This simple and elegant three-story building has an extremely long history like Thunder Stone City. As early as 1,500 years ago, a master of Demonic Taoism established the prototype of the Ming Tower here. After going through historical evolution, it finally became the residence for the Demonic Taoism Academy in Thunder Stone City to receive guests.

In a sense, Minglou is somewhat similar to Xinhu Restaurant in Hongshan City, but has a higher status.

Because even if you have money, you can't get the room in Minglou, and the assigned authority is only in the hands of the dean. This is also one of Wan Junzhu's few privileges as an academic dean.

Minglou can receive more than 20 VIPs on weekdays. Those princes and nobles come to Minglou, but they only need a single room, and the entourage must live in other halls.

However, Bai Xiao and others were obviously treated one level higher than the princes and nobles, and only four of them booked the Minglou.

Of course, this also carries a lot of Wan Junzhu's efforts, so when he brought a few people to the front of Minglou, Wan Junzhu couldn't help but introduce the small building in a show-off tone.

"Everyone, there are many explanations in historical materials for the Ming Tower, but the most fundamental reason is the stream surrounding the building. You are all experts, and I believe that without me saying much, you can feel the extraordinaryness of this stream."

Before he finished speaking, Lan Lan took the lead in walking light steps to the stream, wrinkling his nose: "What a rich thunder element, is it so quiet?"

Qingyue also nodded slightly: "Using the magical powers of the elemental domain of the Demonic Tao, he led the sky thunder into a winding stream, flowing like a clear spring. With the means at that time, it was indeed wonderful."

Lu Bieli snorted coldly: "It's not so mysterious to say that. Find 100 magic priests who are good at elemental domains and naturally affinity with thunder, and use their flesh and blood to lure thunder into thunder. The refined thunder elements can be easily stored in liquid form, and then release unstable factors with fluidity, which becomes this 'Mingxi River', and then there is a Minglou."

Wan Junzhu was speechless, and the introduction article of the flower cluster that was originally brewing in her heart was summarized and expressed with the main meaning and central idea... It was like a childhood sweetheart who had been cultivated for many years was kidnapped and seized the right to the first night. After using it, it was sent back to show that the taste was mediocre.

The Lu family is really fucked!

Lan Lan's ears moved: "Hey, human body washes thunder? This method is interesting. The thunder element is the most violent and unruly among the natural elements. Using human body washes thunder is only a few geniuses who are qualified to participate in the game even in the Snow Mountain Witch Prayer. Are you southerners so reckless?"

Qingyue also asked: "What happened to those 100 thunder-washing demon priests?"

Lu Bieli sneered: "I was thrown away by the title of a hundred martyr in Minglou. It can be said that he died of good quality and low price."

Hearing this, Wan Junzhu couldn't help but interrupt: "The misunderstanding of such a statement is too great, as if we are saying that we are doing anti-human experiments. The 100 martyrs in Minglou took the initiative to stand up and try to use their flesh and blood to resolve the thunder with their flesh and blood. Although the final result was not satisfactory, their sacrifice and dedication are worth remembering forever by future generations. In fact, the cemetery of these 100 martyrs is not far behind Minglou. I think neither the current people nor the martyrs themselves will think that their death is good or cheap."

Lan Lan was immediately excited when she heard this: "Okay, I'll try to win the spirit later to see if I can ask the person involved what he thinks!"

Wan Junzhu was so scared when she heard this, she said in a trembling voice: "That was already a thousand years ago. Even if the ancestors had spirits, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay. The deeper the resentment before death, the easier it is to maintain quality for a long time. Therefore, during the period of our tribe's division, there were many evil Wu Zhu who liked to torture his opponents and used to induce spirits after his death. The spirit bodies he brought were extremely powerful. I think there should be many strong people among you, one of the hundred martyrs!"

Wan Junzhu was about to kneel down to the genius Wu Zhu on the spot.

I just want to brag about my own Minglou. Are you so hard to fight each other? What kind of deep hatred between us can't be achieved?

For a moment, Wan Junzhu was also a little discouraged. He was not the kind of smart person who was good at dancing and was really not willing to do such a welcome job. He was a master of magic, so why should he pretend to be a grandson for others?
Chapter completed!