These refugees still had the most basic sense of morality in their hearts, but they lacked it in their behavior, capable of doing anything.
Therefore, Su Jie needed to deter them.
The effect?
Excellent!
Meng Xiaolan looked at Su Jie oddly, "How did you manage to take out such a large bag of baked buns, it's as big as ten of me, could it be some kind of 'Qiankun' Spell from inside your sleeve?"
Su Jie said, "Qiankun Bag, capable of holding a universe!"
"You're really one of those Immortals!" Meng Xiaolan exclaimed.
"I am not."
Su Jie denied, and after distributing the baked buns to the refugees, he then said, "Do you want to live like human beings?"
"Yes!"
"Very much so!"
"Master, you are willing to take us in!"
"Heavenly being! Take us with you, I'm willing to do the dirtiest and most tiring work!"
"I am too!"
"I can do better than them!"
Having eaten the baked buns and regained some Spirit, everyone volunteered one after another.
