() In the eyes of the ferocious underground natives, there are two types of human beings.

One is a toy used to vent and play with.

One is the God of Death, who is more cruel and bloody than the natives of the underground world.

Because in the underground world, strength is valued, but the human race is special.

They like to hide their strength, which led to a bloody storm here when humans first came to the underground world.

A large number of underground creatures were killed by seemingly weak humans, with no room for resistance.

Human beings like to hide their strength, which has made many underground indigenous people suffer.

Therefore, when it comes to human beings, underground indigenous people often feel deeply.

The halfling looked in the direction of Old Martin's finger, and sure enough he saw a thin human being sitting leisurely on the roadside, drinking water and resting.

Two eyes glanced at the human's lower back and paused for a moment. The halfling rolled his throat and shook his head.

The atmosphere in the entire team suddenly became tense.

Human beings are strange creatures. They often chant the slogan "Support justice and eradicate evil", but they do even more shameless things than the underground aborigines.

Generally speaking, the underground aborigines will avoid humans whose strength is unknown. If you encounter a human who likes to "pretend" due to lack of protection, he will kill your whole family by saying "uphold justice and fight against evil".

Therefore, in the eyes of the underground people, humans are monsters.

Two brown and yellow vertical pupils stared cautiously at the seemingly thin young man in front of him.

With a weathered complexion, when he saw everyone arriving, he just raised his eyelids with an indifferent expression.

There was a scimitar on his waist, which made Old Martin shrink his eyes. The scimitar seemed ordinary, but there seemed to be a layer of evil energy on it that could not be washed away, which made Old Martin feel a chill on the back of his neck.

"Creak!" In the entire passage, there was only the annoying friction sound of the stone mushroom bearings. The cart was heavy, and the wheels were deeply sunk into the soft mud. Several halflings who were doing their jobs turned into hard-working employees and pushed the cart in silence.

Old Martin dragged the ground beetle hard in front, hoping to leave this strange place as soon as possible.

The half-elf with a strong character looked at the people who were silent and fearful, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Breaking free from her companions, she rushed to the sink, slapped the precious water on her face, rubbed it vigorously a few times, and wetted her hair with water to make herself look less embarrassed.

A young man next to him narrowed his eyes and pulled the strong half-elf's arm hard: "Are you crazy? That's a human, a human!"

The staunch semi-elf was unmoved, and a hint of unyielding flashed through his beautiful eyes: "This is our last chance. If we get to the 'Black Pearl', we will be completely doomed."

The squinting half-elf trembled slightly, a flash of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he let go of his hand.

He straightened the collar of his shirt with force, revealing a touch of sexy breasts. A slight hesitation flashed in the eyes of the strong half-elf, and he gritted his teeth and softened his voice: "Sir, what do you think of me? I am very good in bed."

In the quiet passage, a half-elf's clumsy self-recommendation suddenly sounded, and the entire team paused for an instant.

Old Martin pulled the reins of the ground beetle hard, his palms were all sweaty, he glared at the half-elf fiercely, and tried to shrink his body behind the ground beetle to weaken his sense of presence.

.....

Master Shan wiped the cool water from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually gathered, he put his palms on the ground and stood up slowly.

"Da" and "da" are full of confidence, and the steady pace strikes the hearts of everyone in the caravan.

Slowly walked up to the half-elf, his eyes paused slightly at the other person's open collar. Shan Ye stretched out his index finger, lightly held the half-elf's chin, and looked at it carefully.

The smooth feel and the blushing face of the other party are really good.

Half-elves have a slightly higher status than grayskins. They are the result of mating between drow and other humanoid creatures. There is no way, drow are naturally voluptuous. As long as they are a strong race, even a hairy tauren can press it on the crotch.

Down.

Half-elves are not recognized by drow, unless they can inherit their mother's dark skin color, they are recognized as drow.

But like the few people in front of me, half-elves with gray skin or hairy details in some details are not recognized.

Stroking the semi-elf's smooth face, Master Shan smiled and moved gently.

Old Martin couldn't bear the thought of his slave being treated so lightly, but his eyes fell on the menacing scimitar on Master Shan's back, and the courage he had just raised suddenly retracted into his crotch.

Withdrawing his hand, the smile on Master Shan's face gradually disappeared. His sharp eyes glanced at the halflings and lizardmen around him, and everyone looked down in silence.

Clicking his tongue, Master Shan helped the half-elf straighten his collar and narrowed his eyes slightly, "How old are you?"

The half-elf shrank down, lowered his head and whispered: "Sixteen"

Nodding, Mr. Shan likes mature women, but he doesn't dislike crisp little lolita either.

After holding up his canvas bag to calm down the agitated slit-mouth monster behind him, Shan Ye turned around and faced the lizard man who looked very old.

The lizard skin is loose, the scales are dull, and the hair has even turned gray in some places. This lizard man looks like he has lived for a long time.

Master Shan tried his best to look kind, and smiled softly: "How much does it cost? Do you mind if I buy the goods now?"

The more Shan Ye smiled, the colder his whole body became. He was worried that the next moment Shan Ye's scimitar would come into close contact with his neck.

Old Martin's lips moved, and he wanted to tell the other party that this product was not for sale. But when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't come out, as if they were stuck in his throat.

The familiar sound of "Kaka" came, and Mr. Shan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking past the trembling old Martin and looking behind him.

With his eyebrows slightly raised, Mr. Shan put his right hand on the handle of the knife, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the person coming.

Heavy warrior, innocent little priest, poison mage, soy sauce ranger.

A team of four appeared, but they looked a little embarrassed at this time. The heavy-armed warriors were fine, but there was a lot of mud on their bodies.

The young priest was still clean and tidy, but his expression revealed a sense of fear and fear. The poison mage shrank his hands in his black robe, and his hood only revealed a slender, pale chin.

The playful and smiling ranger had a black face and was unconscious.

Carrying the ranger, the heavily armored soldier had an expressionless face, with a hint of irritation between his brows. The ranger was originally a pathfinder, but just now he suddenly encountered a group of spotted beetles. The ranger was accidentally bitten by one of the spotted beetles.

This kind of beetle had never been seen before, and no one cared about it, but within an hour or three, the ranger fell to the ground in convulsions, his face was black and blue, and he was poisoned.
Chapter completed!