Directed by the little Lori Cher's hair, Mu Yi quickly walked through the crowd. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You should have a bounty guild's questbook, right?" The two of them soon came to the door of a private room.

"Yes!"

"Advanced?"

"Hmm!"

"It's nice to be rich!" Cher sighed.

"What does this have to do with rich people?"

"The purchasing power of gold among you players is not the same as the purchasing power of our NPCs!" For some reason, Cher's voice was much smoother when she said this, but it was still not as calm as when she was talking and laughing.

Looking at the door in front of him, Mu Yi asked with a little crying and laughing, "Are you sure we want to go in like this?" ”

"Of course! You're not planning to drag a cute little girl like me out on the street to kill Xiao Qisan, are you? Anyway, is my pronunciation of 'Xiao Qi San' correct? ”

"Pretty standard! But ~~~~"

"But what?"

"Are you sure the two of us can go in?"

"Yes!" Xue'er gently fiddled with Mu Yi's hair, as if Mu Yi was fiddling with Mu Ergou's tail, and continued, "If you have a way to kill the people inside the door just outside the door, I don't mind if you don't go in outside!" ”

Looking at the iron door made of unidentified metal material in front of him, which looked quite sturdy, and the standard demon language on the door, "Private territory, trespassing?" Then get ready to trade the trade of your life! After all, demons are not very good at killing! Isn't it? Mu Yi couldn't help but smile wryly.

Demon language is the only one in the Abyte continent that can only be written with blood and has its own blood dripping effect, so although the subtitle group did not indicate the specific source of the text on the metal door, it can still be seen through the obvious cultural signs that the text on the door comes from the race that is often used to scold overly intelligent villain bastards who can do "business" than gray dwarves, and the game is not afraid of being fake, because if it is fake, the system is not responsible for translation.

"Alright! But we don't have any trading items, do we? ”

"Traded goods? You don't really want to make a deal with the devil, do you? I finally got it! Grandpa, where is it for you to take good care of me? This is Blake, that guy begging my grandfather to let me take care of you! Someone wants to make a deal with the devil on their own initiative? People like you are really a bug in this world when you live until now! Doesn't your otherworldly projection seem to be very normal? Xue'er tugged at the hair next to Mu Yi's temple a little harder.

"It hurts! Pain! Pain! Following the direction of Xue'er's pulling, Mu Yi turned his head away.

"That's it! Knock! ”

"Knock on the door?" Mu Yi didn't wait for Xue'er to say her evaluation of her IQ again this time, and after subconsciously asking this question, she quickly reached out and gently knocked on the door in front of her.

"Hello! Now that you've knocked on this door, you should be ready ~~~~"

At this time, the little Lolita Xue'er, who was riding Mu Yi's neck and holding Mu Yi's head, directly took out the hand cannon behind her waist, pointed to the iron door that made a sound, and said, "I'm sorry! We're not here to do business! ”

"Huh! Boss! Someone is coming to smash it again~~~~"

"Bang!" Xue'er pulled the trigger even more decisively than Mu Yi, and that power was even more incomparable to Mu Yi.

The iron door was blasted open in an instant, and what surprised Mu Yi the most was that the noisy people behind him didn't even have the silence for a moment when the iron door was blasted open.

The loud sound of a cannon blasting open the iron door did not cause any disturbances in this bar, as if a girl selling alcohol (referred to as a bartender) followed a rich boy away.

"Hey! Why are you letting me knock on the door like this? ”

"Because if you knock on the door and go in again, you won't be a wild dog!"

"Huh!?"

"Why, isn't that what my little cousin said?" Xue'er smiled and patted Mu Yi's head.

"That's right! That's exactly what the little cousin said! Mu Yi smiled and nodded, and stepped forward to enter.

"Wait a minute! Let me go down! Just as Muyi was about to approach the room where the door had been shattered, Cher pulled Muyi's hair again.

Mu Yi honestly squatted down, Xue'er turned over and jumped down, and Mu Yi honestly followed behind Xue'er.

"I've seen a lot of people who are finding fault and smashing the field, and this is the first time I've brought my daughter out to mix!"

Behind the metal door was a large space, and in this dark space filled with red and black, there was only one thing that I didn't know if it was a sofa or a bed.

A man in a tight tuxedo was holding a glass of red liquid of unknown composition at this time, Ge You slumped on the sofa bed that just looked very comfortable, and a pair of eyes like blue crystals stared straight at Mu Yi who was following Xue'er.

Mu Yi had never seen a man who looked like this.

Slender and toned body, extremely handsome face, sculptural-like lines, giving people a feeling that they will cut the palm of their hands when they touch it, this man lies there in the most relaxed posture, and even for a moment Mu Yi has the illusion that he is bent, it is estimated that such a man only exists in the two-dimensional world of games.

"I'm sorry! I'm not the one to find fault! Mu Yi immediately regained his normal sexual orientation, gently spread his hands, indicating that he was not the person in charge, and then frowned a little defensively and put his hand on his musket.

"Oh!?" The man sat up straight in surprise, shook the crystal cup in his hand, and carefully looked at Xue'er who was standing like a little adult with his strange blue eyes through the glass that was flushed by shaking.

"You're here to find fault?" The man asked.

"Can't I?" Cher looked down at the clothes on her body, looked up at the man who had already sat up, and asked with a smile.

"Hmmm! There is no age limit for finding faults! But ~~~~"

"If you still want to communicate peacefully, you'd better put away your clumsy illusions!" Cher smiled and looked at the man who sat up.

"Peace? You blasted open my door, wounded my doorman, and now want me to make peace with you? Is it? The man looked at Cher with a strange smile on his face.

"That's right! In fact, I also think it's quite strange to try to make peace with a demon! Xue'er reached out and gently flicked the cup in the man's hand, making a crisp sound, and said, "Did you say?" Mr. Demon? ”

"Since you know that I am a demon, you still dare to break my door? Are you ready to trade with me for your lives? The man smiled and took a sip of the liquid from the cup in his hand.

Xue'er moved her delicate little nose, and asked with a very pompous expression, "Dragon blood?" ”

The man smiled and nodded, "Yes!" ”

Xue'er moved her nose again, but the expression on her face became normal, and she said with a smile: "The smell of dragon blood is indeed very strong!" But the smell of the flesh and blood of the corrupted demon seems to be even stronger! ”

"Are you ready to trade your own life from me?" The demon's voice was a little angry, and even the pitch was a little raised, as if all the restraint was shattered by Cher's words.

"Of course! I don't think there's anything more valuable to you in this world than your own life, right? With an innocent smile on her face, Cher pulled out the unicorn cannon behind her waist and put it on top of the demon's head.

"Absolutely! Like family love! Like father and mother! ”

"Do you believe it yourself?"

"Don't believe it!"