() A few meters away, the kobolds were swallowing water, rolling their throats, and twitching their noses. Their eyes were slowly moving along with the fine steel grilling sticks.

The old patriarch gently licked the grease between his fingers, and a flash of satisfaction flashed in his eyes: "Maybe I was really wrong. I can't resist fate, so I should accept it..."

Cloudy eyes glanced at the people of the tribe. Their faces showed smiles and hope they had never seen before. Maybe they didn't need much, they just wanted to "eat enough"!

"Wow!" "Wow!" Not far away from the underground river, there was a sudden sound of water, and immediately wheezing and coughing filled the entire cave.

"Ahem, what the hell, I'm a decent person, how could I believe there is a way out here!" The voice was breathy, with a hint of complaint.

"Bah! If you hadn't followed me, you would have been torn to pieces by the half-demon!" Another younger voice retorted unceremoniously.

There were a lot of sounds, very noisy, and it sounded like a lot of them.

The kobolds, who were jumping for joy, were all startled, and then reacted quickly.

The puppy was supporting the pregnant woman, while the adult kobold bent down to pick up a few stones and arm himself. The old patriarch looked nervous and stood up, ready to lead everyone to escape.

Mr. Shan looked down and remained unmoved. Even the movement of shaking the stainless steel baking stick remained unchanged. His voice was light and confident: "Don't be nervous, I will protect you."

The old patriarch looked at the calm and composed Shan Ye, with a flash of envy in his eyes. Is this the confidence of a strong man?

Captured by Shan Ye's momentum, the old patriarch let out a short howl. The kobolds, as if facing a formidable enemy, instantly stopped their movements and looked at the old patriarch.

The old patriarch held onto the wall, exerting force with his rough and stiff knuckles, and his slightly collapsed chest rose and fell a few times. He calmed down his breath. The old patriarch's gaze swept across the crowd, and the frightened faces were deeply engraved in the old patriarch's heart: "

Don't be afraid, this human master will protect us." The voice was full of helplessness. Since we can't resist fate, we should give our people a good living environment.

No matter what kind of mentality or purpose the human being in front of him has, as long as he can let his people live well, the old patriarch is willing to dedicate everything.

"Ding! The kobold's favorability increases by 20 points! The status is upgraded to friendly!"

The surprise came too suddenly. Mr. Shan was prepared to try hard to increase his favorability, but he didn't expect that just one sentence would increase it so much.

The sound of water over there gradually disappeared, but the noisy voices and footsteps got closer and closer.

Shan Ye sat still, with a calm expression on his face, which gave the kobolds unlimited confidence, especially the recognition from the old patriarch, which made all the kobolds feel closer to Shan Ye.

When the meat was more than half cooked, Mr. Shan hurriedly cut open the hind legs, spread oil and sauce on it, added a few pieces of charcoal, and waved to the puppies.

The puppy first glanced at the old patriarch, and with the understanding of the old patriarch, he slowly crawled to Master Shan.

They huddled together, their heads lowered. Their eyes would drift to the huge piece of barbecue from time to time. Whenever they met Shan Ye's eyes, they would always avoid looking away out of inferiority.

While shaking the baking stick, Master Shan felt out the red spots. The "Qiang" scimitar was unsheathed, and the bright blade slightly scratched the scabbard. The clear and crisp buzzing echoed throughout the cave.

"Woo hoo!" Several puppies huddled in fear and shivered. Several adult male kobolds threw away stones and stuck out their buttocks to shake their eggs.

Shanye smiled slightly, and his soft voice sounded like a breeze, soothing the kobold: "Don't be afraid, look!" He shook the red spot on his hand, and the bright blade slightly reflected the light of fire.

When all the kobolds' eyes fell on the red spot, Shan Ye moved.

"Swish! Swish!" The clear blade flashed. The blade was like caressing the skin of a lover, quickly and accurately cutting across the surface of the barbecue. The blade penetrated the surface of the barbecue and sliced ​​through the compact meat. There was a slight stagnant feeling that was so subtle that it was almost undetectable.

, brought Shan Ye a different feeling.

The scimitar attainment not only gave Shan Ye fighting skills, but also engraved the scimitar skill on Shan Ye's body as an instinct. After upgrading the scimitar attainment to the full level, Shan Ye used the scimitar for the first time in a quiet and bad environment.

Knife. This touch, this touch, makes people reluctant to let go and want to keep it forever.

"Look, there are footprints here! Someone has been here!!" The exclamation interrupted Shan Ye's Zen state. When he opened his eyes, Shan Ye's eyes were slightly stern, with a murderous intent flashing across his eyes.

A neat piece of hind leg meat, dipped in sauce, was placed in Shan Ye's hand. This time, Shan Ye didn't need to greet him. Several puppies looked excited, twitched their limbs a few times, and gathered around Shan Ye.

With a light hand, the porcelain plate fell into several pairs of dirty dog ​​paws.

Shan Ye smiled, took out a few high-end sweets, and gestured to several pregnant women to come over with kind eyes. The adult kobolds seemed to be difficult to get along with, and were somewhat resistant to Shan Ye.

However, women may be said to be feminine and cannot refuse sweets that are exquisite in appearance and rich in taste.

A slightly younger female kobold with a big belly took a cautious step under the encouraging eyes of the old patriarch.

Mr. Shan’s eyes became more benevolent, and his eyebrows were bent with a smile.

Almost moving to Shan Ye, the pot-bellied kobold licked his chapped lips and carefully stretched out a petite plush hand.

"Oh my god, what did I see? Kobolds!!" The voice was extremely surprised, mixed with unabashed excitement and greed.

The big-bellied kobold shrank in fear, crawled on the ground, and quickly hid behind several male kobolds. Only a small plush head poked out, looking at the high-end pastry in Master Shan's hand.

Shanye flicked his wrist and the cake disappeared.

The smile on his face gradually dissipated. He slowly turned around and Master Shan looked at the visitor with an expressionless face.

He was wearing wet clothes and looked a little embarrassed.

There were about twenty people, most of whom were half-elves and gray-skinned people. There were only three or four cooks in chef uniforms, standing at the front like leaders.

Master Shan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes. When his eyes fell on a half-elf with squinted eyes, he couldn't help but paused: "There is no place to go after wearing iron shoes." With a sigh, Master Shan gently held his arm.

He made a sword, and the colorful red spots circled around Shan Ye's arm, and the handle of the knife seemed to grow on the palm of his hand.

Taking a step forward, Mr. Shan's eyes passed over the fat chefs and landed on his narrow eyes: "How did you escape? How is Black Pearl doing now?"

Narrow eyes kept hanging down, hiding in the crowd, until Shanye's voice sounded, then he raised his head in surprise, Narrow eyes also opened, and said in shock: "You... you're not dead?" The voice

With undisguised joy and surprise.

Shan Ye nodded and repeated the question. During the conversation between the two, they completely ignored the leading chefs. He narrowed his eyes and saw that Shan Ye was a little excited, and at the same time worried about Emma's safety. Shan Ye completely ignored it and briefly explained the experience in an understatement.

one time.

Several human chefs were left aside and stood in a daze for a while before they reacted. They immediately took off their sleeves and twisted the fat on their faces into horizontal flesh: "Boy, for the sake of being human, hand over the scimitar.

, spare your life!" A tall and strong chef shook his head and looked greedily at the red spots on Mr. Shan's hands.

Mr. Shan's eyes slid, and his gaze was like thorns, wrapped around the face of the tall and strong chef. He said nothing, but his wrist shook slightly.

"Buzz~!" There was a muffled sound, and the red spots on the blade were bright, and it was wrapped by a layer of cold light like pale golden yellow sand. The cold yellow sand bumped against the blade from time to time, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound.

It sounds great.

The kobold looked like he was watching a science fiction movie, his eyes widened, not wanting to miss any details.

Several chefs took a breath together. They are the royal chefs of the city lord's palace. They have heard that after mastering the skill of the scimitar, a unique sword light will appear. Their own master often talks about the sword light. They are influenced by it.

Know a little bit.

A chef suddenly remembered why this skinny human boy looked familiar. He was the slave who disappeared with the chef leader.

The flesh on several people's faces softened in an instant. The smiling eyes could no longer be seen, and they felt that they were still not humble enough. They pushed the golden mountain and fell the jade pillar, and knelt down in front of Master Shan with a "pop" sound. They looked mournful and begged for mercy: "

Sir, we were wrong, please..."

"Ding! The sword light attacks, consuming 50 experience points!"

"Ding! Kill a human and gain 35 experience points!"

"Ding! Get the exquisite recipe!"

"Ding! Kill a human and gain 33 experience points!"

"Ding! Kill a human and gain 31 experience points!"

"Ding! Get knife skills!"

The two thin pamphlets disappeared in a scarlet cold light before anyone could see them clearly.

The yellow sand knife light silently cut through the necks of several people, and then slashed towards the slaves behind them, causing screams.

"Wow!" The sword glow stirred up a wave of air and crashed into a slave. Dots of light foam flickered in the air, and the yellow sand-like sword glow shattered like glass, slowly disappearing between heaven and earth.

The slave felt as if he had been nudged by someone, and then a wave of air hit him. After a crisp hit in his ears, everything stopped. Opening his eyes carefully, the slave first touched his neck with trembling little hands.

, feeling that his head was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief.

A thin, almost invisible trace of blood appeared on her arm. At the same time, the clothes were loosened, and the lower half of the coarse cloth slipped directly off, leaving a neat cut.

Quiet, quiet. This exquisite skill that only damages the clothes but not the people is an eye-opener for everyone.

The atmosphere was like a layer of smelly footcloth wrapped around it, so dull that it made people dizzy.

The slaves huddled together, and only the one with narrowed eyes looked at Master Shan in astonishment, with a look of shock and speechlessness. On the other hand, the kobold trotted up to Master Shan, looking at him with fear and yearning.

The erythema was lost in thought.

Shaking the erythema, Mr. Shan's palms trembled, his arms shook slightly, and the erythema retracted with a "clang" sound.

Continuing to sit on the stone, Shan Ye stoked the dim fire again, added a few pieces of charcoal, and shook the fine steel grilling stick slowly and comfortably, without any trace of the fact that he had just slaughtered several people.
Chapter completed!