The inside of the wooden house, exactly as Prapa imagined, was cramped and cramped.

Moreover, there was nothing in the whole cabin except for a round table in the middle, and a few stools.

Sitting across the round table was a race that Prapa had never thought he would see in La Sudran, the abyssal natives.

The frail body, the thin body like a piece of paper, and the eyes that were as black as ink without the whites of the eyes and the pupils.

It all shows that the man in front of him is an abyssal aborigine.

An abyssal natives actually appeared in Rasudran in a grand manner?! This made Prapa completely unable to believe his eyes.

While Rasoudran did not prohibit the arrival of the natives, it also did not prohibit the arrival of humans. Still, will humans dare to come?

In the same way, when the aborigines come here, it is like a tender lamb entering the wolf pack.

"You...... Are you native?" Prapa, shaking his fingers, pointed to the young man across the round table in disbelief.

The young man nodded with a smile, then pointed to the stool and said, "Sit, my store is open today, you are the first customer, I can give you a discount." ”

The young man didn't seem to care about Prapa's surprise at all, and continued to introduce the characteristics of his shop.

It's a pity that the abyssal language he spoke was really awkward, and it was on the same level as the abyssal language that seemed to be graffiti outside, and Prapa almost didn't understand what he meant.

Prapa couldn't help but interrupt: "You are an aborigine, why did you come to Rasudran to open a shop?

The young man on the other side looked at him for a moment, "What trouble do you mean?"

The young man pointed out the window behind him, and Prapa stuck his head out to look, only to see several scarred half-blood demons lying on their stomachs in the woods outside the window, including a small demon. They were all motionless, and they looked like they were unconscious?

How is this possible? All these demons have been dealt with?

Prapa shuddered, and when he looked at the young shopkeeper across the round table, he felt a little more respect. You must know that the little devil in it is not a parallel commodity like the little demon of XCOM, if this shopkeeper can solve it, he can solve a hundred of himself.

With such a strong strength, it is no wonder that he dared to break into La Sudran alone and opened a shop that he didn't know what to do.

The young shopkeeper shrugged at this time: "I think you may have misunderstood, I can't solve those troubles." ”

As soon as his words fell, a cold snort came from the window behind him: "I don't have a single person who can fight, and I haven't even started to warm up, which really makes me sad." ”

Prapa immediately looked, but saw a tall, very hot, dark-skinned woman, casually dropped a little devil in the woods, and then walked to the window, lying on the window railing from the outside, looking into the store.

The dark woman's blue and red eyes swept across it with a cold light, and Prapa only felt as if she was being targeted by a powerful predator, and a chill began to grow from the base of her tail to her head.

Prapa froze, the only thought in his mind was one word: "So strong!"

Just glancing at it, its scalp tingles. This kind of powerhouse, at least above the mid-level demons! Absolutely invincible! No wonder those little demons and half-blood demons before were powerless to fight back!

"Hey, this kid is here to find fault too?" the dark-skinned woman held out her finger and gestured to Biprapa.

Without waiting for the young shopkeeper to answer, Prapa hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, I'm just an ordinary customer." ”

The young man's eyes flashed at this time, and he said in a low voice: "It doesn't look like it's looking for fault, but I didn't buy anything after entering the store, so it's still a little suspicious." ”

Prapa didn't wait for the dark-skinned woman to react, and hurriedly shouted: "Shopkeeper, I'm here to consume, the reason why I didn't buy anything is because you just said a lot, the words are too vague, I didn't understand, can you say it again?"

The young man smiled and said, "Our business here is for you to experience the rhythm of the ocean." ”

"That's the only one?" Prapa heard it clearly, but it was a little confused, "I think I heard something else just now?"

"You heard me wrong, that's all there is to it. ”

"Okay, so can you tell us more about what the experience is and how much does it cost?"

Prapa asked, and the dark-skinned woman lying at the door of the window finally stopped staring at it, but turned over slightly, and sat down on the edge of the window, blowing the fresh breeze in the woods, and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

"Experience the rhythm of the ocean, that's what it means literally. As for the price, I'll give you a discount on 100 Demon Coins. The young man had a look on his face.

Prapa, however, plucked out his ears, completely disbelieving what price he had heard?

"Excuse me, shopkeeper, can you say it again?"

"100 Demon Coins. After the young man finished speaking, he muttered in a low voice: "Could it be that I set it too cheap?"

Prapa felt like thunder, and subconsciously said what he thought in his heart: "100 demon gold coins? Are you robbing?"

"Robbery?huh?" the young man's voice suddenly fell, and his eyes glanced at Prapa with a hint of darkness.

At the same time, the dark-skinned woman sitting on the edge of the window suddenly opened her eyes and glanced at Prapa coldly, which made Prapa fall into an ice cellar.

The owner of the hall save me, they are not opening a store at all, they are really coercing and robbing, forcing to buy and sell!

The woman's eyes clearly said: If you dare not buy it, the end will be the same as those miscellaneous pieces outside.

Prapa choked on his saliva, he was now in a very aggrieved mood. Originally, when I saw the abyss text on the signboard, it still felt kind. After entering the store, I saw a shopkeeper of the Abyss Aborigines, and although I was surprised, I was also very nostalgic. After all, its mother is an aborigine, and although I don't know what race this young man belongs to, it is inexplicably close to it.

As a result, this aboriginal is simply a greedy monster with white on the outside and black on the inside, and this "psychedelic" shop is also a black shop at all!

Under the raised eyebrows of the young shopkeeper, in the threatening eyes of the woman, Prapa was aggrieved...... Crying.

Since the death of its parents, it is the first time it has felt so wronged, and when its eyes are hot, blue tears fall.

As soon as the teardrops hit the ground, they became small crystal blue beads.

"This is the essence of the UFO Water of the Little Demon that keeps meat products fresh. A cold female voice came out.

The young shopkeeper flickered for a moment, and out of nowhere he got a plate and put it in front of Prapa. A posture of letting you cry and don't waste it.

Prapa's chest was tight, and he couldn't cry anymore.

At this time, the young shopkeeper said, "Why are you crying?"

Prapa also seemed to feel a little embarrassed, and said aggrievedly: "Your price is too expensive, I can't afford it at all." ”

"Is the price I set very expensive?" the young shopkeeper looked at the woman behind him with a puzzled expression.

The woman closed her eyes again at this time, and said coldly: "It thinks it is expensive, but it is only because it is poor." Also, don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future. ”

Prapa, who was accused of being "poor", although he was aggrieved in his heart, he also saw it. It took out its little money bag and poured it on the table—

With a bang, a few scattered demon gold coins were poured onto the round table.

"That's all I have. As he spoke, Prapa took out two of the most worn-looking gold coins from his ears: "These are the relics that my parents left me, so I only have ten gold coins at most." ”

Prapa has now accepted his fate, and probably he can't leave here today without shedding his skin.

It's a big deal, just treat it as if these few months have been in vain. After all, the situation is stronger than people, especially the dark-skinned woman, and it is estimated that the eyes alone can kill it.

In the abyss full of killing, in order to survive, just losing some demon gold coins is actually very lucky.

"Then it seems that you are indeed poor. After the young shopkeeper said this, his fingers tapped on the tabletop, as if thinking about something. After a while, he said, "That's it, after all, you are the first guest to come in after I opened the store, and I will give you the price of the first big reward, how about eight demon gold coins?"

What can Prapa say, the other party opened eight demon gold coins, probably because he said that those two were the relics of his parents, and the shopkeeper gave birth to compassion...... If it pretends to be pitiful again, can it leave without consumption?

Thinking of this, Prapa decided to give it a try.

"Actually, I make money just to avenge my parents, but my strength is too weak, and the refining method of the XCOM demon is not very good, so I want to make money to buy ...... with my own labor" Prapa said that his experience was as pitiful as he was.

However, it found that the young man opposite did not seem to move, and was still smiling.

Isn't my story pathetic enough?

"It turns out that you are making money to improve your strength, in the hope of taking revenge?" the young man muttered: "That's right, you belong to the water system, feel the rhythm of the ocean, and it will promote your strength." ”

As he spoke, the young shopkeeper took the eight demon gold coins on the table and deliberately left the two "relics" on the table.

"How's it going?"

Prapa's expression stiffened for a moment, and it seemed that the other party's pity had run out...... Yes, even the natives, who have been in the demon world for a while, will understand how cunning the demon is, just like it did before. As soon as you see a seam, you will insert a needle into it.

Actually, it wasn't like this before, but after coming to La Soudran, it gradually became less like itself.

Prapa sighed, knowing that it had to bite the bullet.

Eight gold coins is not too much, just a few months. Thinking about it from another angle, it only used eight demon gold coins to pick up a small life in front of the mid-level demon, which was already very profitable.

Let's just be a big deal, try this "experience journey" that dares to open a hundred demon gold coins after a discount, what kind of luxury it is.

As for what the shopkeeper said that it could improve its strength, Prapa was listening to it as a joke.