He finally broke down and waved his hand and said, "Thank you, girl. You comforted me very well. Don't comfort me next time. Let's just walk well."

Wu Meiniang is still unfinished, and there are not many opportunities to apply what she has learned: "Oh? Won't you say a few more words? I feel that my spiritual mentor's ability has begun to awaken."

Jiu Qian covered his face with his paws, spiritual mentor? Let Wu Mei Niang comfort her again. The green-haired boy will reach the end of his life before he can reach Dou Shen City. How did this girl see so much poisonous chicken soup?

Along the way, a few people chatted without a word. This is a world with extremely underdeveloped technology. We did not see any mechanical equipment along the way, not even bicycles. There were very few pedestrians on the road, and those who were traveling were all

Not much, a typical medieval farming society.

As the evening progressed, a city finally appeared in front of a few people.

This is a city built on the seaside. Near the city gate, there are more and more pedestrians. The towering walls enclose the city. Most of the buildings are Gothic, rough and beautiful. The spacious streets are lined with markets, shops, hotels,

Restaurants are lined up in rows, creating a prosperous scene.

He picked up his trousers and laughed a few times, then quickened his pace and walked towards the city gate: "Haha, it's finally here, the God of Fighting Conference. I'm here, and I will become the new God of Fighting!"

After walking a few steps, a cold voice came from the roadside: "Humph, I don't even have all my hair, but I want to participate in the God of Fighting Conference. It really makes me laugh."

"who?"

Zheng Lang turned around and saw a tall man with reddish-brown skin, standing on the side of the road with a huge ax on his back. The man was holding an iron chain in his hand. He was naked and his muscles exploded. He exuded a strong smell.

The smell of bad middle age. The man's hair has grown all the way, and the hair on his chest is as lush as weeds, which makes Zheng Lang feel very inferior.

The young man Na Pantou was very ambitious and said dissatisfiedly: "I just want to win and become the new God of Fighting."

"Tch." The axe-man spat and said disdainfully: "You're still the winner. I see you're not even qualified to compete. Where's your female partner?"

As he spoke, the ax man pulled the chain in his hand, and the other end of the chain was actually locked around the neck of a beautiful girl. The girl's clothes were torn, her head was lowered, her eyes were blank, and she had a submissive expression without any resistance.

Although Zheng Lang couldn't stand it, he didn't understand the local customs and couldn't object. He just asked: "Female companion? Do you need a female companion to participate in the God of War Conference? Is this a two-person team competition?"

The ax man dragged the girl towards the city gate and said as he walked: "A group of country people, hum, I hope to see you in the game. Remember, my name is Duoji, Lord Duoji."

When he didn't get an answer, Zheng Lang turned around and asked, "Do you need a female companion for the Fighting God Conference?"

He was confused when he picked up his trousers: "I don't know, this is my first time here, I only know that if you win, you can become the new God of Fighting. But if you really need a female companion, uncle, you do have one, so I'm in trouble

Okay. Let’s talk about it first in the city.

"Ah, that big man just now was so disgusting. If I meet him in the game." As he talked, his blood boiled again: "I must teach him a lesson. However, the female slave who followed him

It’s so beautiful.”

Are they slaves? This world still allows slaves to exist. As a good young man from modern times, this is the first time Zheng Lang has seen the slave class.

But there was no answer to Zheng Lang's question.

Zheng Lang thought for a while. The green-haired country boy was a serious aboriginal. When the words rural and aboriginal are combined, it often means that the other party knows nothing about the other person. If the words first-tier city and aboriginal are combined, it often means demolition.

…

Seeing that he couldn't ask more questions here, Zheng Lang decided to go to the city: "Let's go to the city. It's getting late now, and it will definitely be too late to register. Let's find a hotel to stay first, and you can usually find out about the hotel.

All kinds of news.”

"The place to get information is the tavern, right?" Na Pantou retorted. Zheng Lang thought he was provoking his rich knowledge of RPGs.

He searched all over the city. Because of the God of Fighting Conference, all the hotels were full. Finally, he finally found a hotel called "Anle Pavilion" in the corner of the city. Zheng Lang looked at the name of the hotel and didn't dare to step forward for a long time.

Go: "I feel like the name of this hotel has a magical power. As long as I go in and lie down, I will never get up again."

"Go in, there is no other choice." He grabbed his trousers and walked in first.

There were only two rooms left in the whole hotel, so it was obvious that Zheng Lang could only choose one of the two people to be his roommate. As a normal man, it was impossible for him to choose another normal man, so he stayed in a separate room with his pants.

Zheng Lang and Wu Meiniang share a room.

After dinner, the three of them and one cat went to the tavern in the city to inquire about information, hoping to get clues about their father's whereabouts. Zheng Lang wanted to know if there was the "god" he was looking for in the Dou Shen area.

The tavern was full of people, as lively as a vegetable market. The burly men gathered around tables and were having a drink. The waitresses in scantily clad clothes were very busy. The smell of sweat was mixed with hormones, forming an authentic atmosphere.

rpg flavor.

After squeezing to the bar and finally finding a few seats, everyone sat down. Zheng Lang was startled when he raised his head: "Wocao, what, what is that?"

I saw a creature in the shape of a ceramic jar walking around. Except for the big holes for its eyes and mouth, plus two chubby ceramic hands, the rest was just a cylindrical ceramic jar. The ceramic man was wearing a suit

He is wearing a suit and is mixing drinks seriously.

Feeling Zheng Lang's surprised look, the ceramic man stepped forward and said, "Foreigners, you are very rude. I am Ijuin Masaru, a member of the Hani tribe. Have you never seen Hani before?"

Zheng Lang hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've never seen your tribe before. It's me who made a fuss. Let's give each of us a glass of wine."

Yijuan nodded, expressed his forgiveness, and then walked to the wine cabinet at the back to pick some wine. Zheng Lang and Wu Meiniang were still secretly looking at Yijuan from behind, studying how such a jar worked and how to deal with it in daily life.

It seems normal to hold the trousers. Maybe the Hani people are not a very rare race in this world. While Yijuyuan was mixing drinks, Zheng Lang asked: "Well, Yijuyuan, can I ask you something?"

Yijuan danced with his hands, serious and focused, and said: "If you want information, I'll ask my girlfriend to come over. She is more knowledgeable about these things. Asari, come here." Who knows, Zheng Lang actually found out from a clay jar

Seriousness is visible on his face...

Wu Meiniang was also surprised. Could it be that clay jars can differentiate between genders, and how do they reproduce? But what was even more surprising was that a human girl came over and looked quite sweet and cute. The girl was wearing genuine clothes.

Jiu Qian should really learn from her maid outfit.

The girl tilted her mouth, gave her a five-star smile, and said: "Ah, hello everyone, I'm Asari, I'm Masato's girlfriend. I'm currently trying to save money to get married, so I can't give you any strategies.

My thoughts."
Chapter completed!