() He squinted his eyes and was stunned for a long time. Then he walked up to Shan Ye tremblingly. His shrinking eyes fell on the red spots on Shan Ye's back, and he suddenly felt a stinging sensation. He looked away in panic, and his squinted eyes were bulging and dry.

Courage: "Sir, my lord, is Emma still alive?" The voice was timid, not much louder than the sound of a mosquito's wings vibrating.

Master Shan ignored her and turned over the barbecue. At the same time, he called several male kobolds over to help with the barbecue and making fresh soup. He took out a large amount of food, which was basically relatively high-end portable food and dessert snacks. Since then,

After eating sweet potato dry food for a few days, Mr. Shan vowed never to abuse his tongue and stomach again.

When he didn't get a response, he stood there awkwardly with his eyes narrowed, not daring to move back to where he was and not daring to speak anymore, his little face turned red with anxiety.

After Master Shan taught a male kobold how to barbecue, he immediately handed over the job to him. The male kobold stuck out his tongue excitedly, breathed in short breaths, and splashed a lot of greedy water on the barbecue.

Mr. Shan narrowed his eyes slightly, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but his heart gave up on this set of tableware.

Once again I took out a large number of tables, chairs and utensils, and finally looked like I could eat.

The exquisite iron-grained wood dining table is inlaid with gilt long edges. The wattle table legs are slightly upturned, and the silver edging looks full of aristocratic atmosphere. The same material, but more exquisitely carved iron-grained wood seats, are placed on the dining table

Next to it, the surface of the seat is covered with a layer of laminated cotton with excellent elasticity, and the outside is covered with fine black enamel cloth.

Polished silver tableware with intricate carvings. A large tablecloth as soft as a girl's skin, with delicate copper bell flowers embroidered on the edges. A delicately woven blue wattle dish full of oval buns.

A rough dog paw carefully touched the work-of-art table leg. The old patriarch's eyes flickered and he murmured: "What a good thing! What a good thing!"

Master Shan smiled kindly and put his big hand lightly on the rough old hand of the old patriarch. The old patriarch instinctively shrank his hand, somewhat unwilling to be touched by humans.

Of course, Master Shan knew that in the entire small tribe, the most difficult person to serve was none other than the old patriarch who was about to enter the coffin. He was different from other ignorant kobolds. In those vicissitudes of his eyes, Master Shan saw

A touch of accumulated wisdom and sophistication.

As people mature with age, the same applies to kobolds.

Pulling the reluctant old patriarch to the seat, Master Shan smiled slightly: "Please sit down, old patriarch." After a pause, seeing the other person's appreciation, he continued to smile: "In my eyes, any living being is

Equal!" This excuse is a bad street on the earth with information explosion. But in the underground world with limited information and unfavorable transportation, it can be regarded as a wise concept of harmony.

The old patriarch trembled and rubbed his old eyes. For the first time, he formally looked at the powerful human in front of him.

He has a thin body and a slightly sallow face. His facial features are fairly straight, and he only has a pair of eyes that shine with confidence and wisdom. He is impressive.

Over the satin clothes, he wears a large amount of equipment. A black iron helmet engraved with the head of a ferocious animal, a finely polished breastplate. A sharp scimitar on the back of his waist, and a pair of small leather boots inlaid with soft iron on his feet.

.

Just standing there, the whole person felt an intimidating energy rushing towards him.

He nodded, as if he agreed with Shan Ye's view of a unified world. With Shan Ye's support, the old patriarch slowly sat down on the high-end chair that had never appeared in his dreams.

The moment the skinny butt meat came into contact with the high-grade black cloth, a few muddy old tears overflowed from the old patriarch's dim eyes. The tears rolled down the old patriarch's deeply wrinkled face and fell on the delicate and delicate meal.

There was a splash of droplets on the cloth.

As if he was worried about soiling the tablecloth, the old patriarch reached out to wipe away the muddy tears that were mixed with sadness and helplessness. The other hand took a step faster, gently picked up the tablecloth, raised it above his head, and glanced at it.

The voices of the kobolds were colder and more serious than ever before: "Kobolds are not livestock that can be slaughtered by others. You are also qualified to survive. I am willing to protect you and give you a free sky under the witness of these tears!!

"

The voice was so sonorous and powerful that even Mr. Shan himself was moved.

The old patriarch had a lump in his throat and lowered his head silently, not knowing what he was thinking. The kobolds also looked at Master Shan stupidly, not knowing what expression to make.

Master Shan secretly cursed "bitch" and his expression turned pale.

"Ding! The kobold's favorability increases by 11 points! The status is friendly!"

He breathed out gently, finally his efforts were not in vain.

Master Shan put the tablecloth into his arms as if it were a treasure, and sat down next to the old patriarch. While picking up a few pieces of snow-white soft bread with iron-grained wooden tongs, he said with emotion: "Your innate bloodline is what caused you to be

The reason for indiscriminate hunting and killing..."

The old patriarch has been listening silently, eating as soon as the food is brought to his mouth, and continuing to remain silent after eating. Master Shan hates this kind of smelly and hard latrine character. After trying hard to no avail, he immediately set his sights on other dogs.

On people.

Exquisite pastries, barbecued and smoked fish, white soft bread that is more delicate than kobold skin...

The dining table was like a battlefield, with sauces flying everywhere, bread splashing everywhere, and dirty dog ​​paws everywhere. A clear paw print was visible when touched. It was as if Shan Ye could hear the lamentation of the snow-white bread.

There was a happy atmosphere here, but there were more than a dozen half-elves and three or four gray skins standing awkwardly over there. They looked enviously at the rough kobolds sitting and eating with Shan Ye, and they could only swallow and lick their saliva.

Lips, smelling the scent of food in the air, staring dryly.

Master Shan didn't care about the rudeness of the kobolds, he also ate meat and devoured high-end pastries. After eating for a while, as if he thought of something, he flicked his wrist, and three or four bottles of blue shadows wrapped in ice shavings appeared on the table.

In the space, there is a magic pattern thermostat carved from blue cedar wood. As long as the temperature drops to a certain level, the thermostat will automatically cool down. All it takes is a small ice drill.

Ice shards rolled like dust in the blue wine, and the tight cork was opened with a "pop". Bursts of rich wine aroma, accompanied by curls of ice mist, instantly overwhelmed all the food aromas.

The silent old patriarch was finally moved. A flash of joy flashed through his dim old eyes, and his eyes fell on the bottles of blue shadows with cold mist like hooks.

Passing Lan Ying over, the smile on Master Shan's face faltered slightly, and then he continued to eat and drink without changing his expression.

"Ding! The kobold's favorability increases by 1 point, and the status is friendly!"

Then came the temptation of food and the declaration of "freedom". The increase in the favorability of Shan Ye and the kobold became lower and lower, and they were stuck at the friendly level.

With no other options available for the time being, Mr. Shan wiped away the crumbs of food from the corner of his mouth, stood up slowly, and walked to the group of narrow-eyed people.

A scrutinizing gaze passed over everyone's faces. Master Shan's eyes were dull, but everyone felt as if they were being seen through, and their whole bodies tightened with discomfort.

Raising his chin, Mr. Shan handed Narrow Eyes a pot of water and motioned for him to moisten his throat: "Tell me, how did you escape from the Black Pearl?" After a pause, he took a few steps and continued to ask: "In the Black Pearl

What happened to the half-demon?"

He drank a few mouthfuls of cold water, squinted his eyes and licked the water stains from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the kobold eating and drinking over there.

Shan Ye smiled slightly, took out a few pieces of bread and handed them to Nian Yan'er. Nian Nian'er was a little nervous, and wiped his two little hands on both sides of the cleanest clothes, and carefully took the soft white bread.

It felt soft to the touch, and he spread his hands gently to break open the bread, revealing the snow-white and delicate crumbs inside. He first glanced at Mr. Shan, and under his encouraging eyes, he squinted and tore off a small piece and gently stuffed it into his mouth: "Okay.

Soft!" The voice with narrowed eyes was filled with emotion. She grew up eating dry potato food that was as hard as a rock, and had never eaten anything so soft.

The tongue, which had been trained by sweet potato dry food, was a little twitchy when it suddenly ate something so soft.

Chewing very carefully and carefully, a large amount of saliva quickly spread from the mouth of the squinting eyes, soaking the bit of bread. The crumbs of bread were wrapped in saliva and slid down the throat. The squinting eyes could not feel the feeling.

It was difficult to swallow, and my throat didn't feel like I had swallowed dry sawdust. Everything was so beautiful that I couldn't believe it.

"Ding! The half-elf's favorability increases by 10 points! The attitude is ordinary!"

Mr. Shan's eyes paused for a moment, a slight smile flashed across his face, and he continued to talk to Nian Yaner: "Do you have the strength to speak now?"

Hearing this with squinted eyes, he nodded vigorously and quickly explained how to escape from the Black Pearl and the Half-Demon: "We were also lucky. We escaped from the secret passage of the branch of the City Lord's Mansion. Before we could completely escape from the secret passage, we were trapped.

The half-demon discovered that, somehow, the entire Black Pearl suddenly fell into the ground, which happened to bury the chasing half-demon in the secret passage..."

Master Shan frowned and listened carefully. The half-demon suffered a great loss this time and was temporarily unable to pursue these escaping citizens and drow.

Slightly relieved, Mr. Shan decided to leave immediately. After all, he had been severely cheated. According to the character of a half-demon...

After eating and drinking, when all the kobolds were so full that they could hardly stand up, Master Shan sat back down next to the old patriarch and asked, "What are your plans?" His voice was low, mixed with undisguised worry.

The old patriarch sipped the blue shadow with drunken eyes, put his dog paws on Shan Ye's shoulders, his eyes became deep, and sighed softly: "I don't know what your purpose is, but our kobold clan has experienced too much suffering and cannot

What are you going to endure anymore, do you understand?" His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was rolled with iron sand.

Shan Ye paused slightly, and looked at the old patriarch for a moment without giving in. His eyes were slightly closed, and his eyelids were closed. Shan Ye's voice became a little solemn: "I can't guarantee anything, but I will work hard to help you survive.

Opportunity!”

After hearing this, the old patriarch nodded expressionlessly. Master Shan did not reveal the purpose, and the old patriarch did not ask any more questions. The two of them clinked the crystal glasses in a tacit understanding, and they reached an agreement.

The muddy old eyes widened, and his gaze passed over the satisfied kobolds. The old patriarch's throat vibrated, and a low, hoarse howl sounded out. The expressions of the dozen or so kobolds were shocked, and they all looked at the old patriarch.

The old patriarch opened his eyes wide, straightened his back, and his gaze slowly passed over the faces of each tribe member: "From now on, Sam will be the brother of our kobold clan!" As he said this, he pulled Shan Ye over and put his dog's paw lightly on it.

On his arm, there was a serious look on his face.

The expressions of the kobolds only froze slightly, and then they began to discuss in their native language in low voices.

After a while, Master Shan heard a satisfactory reply.
Chapter completed!