The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

"Brother Yuan looks like his phone has been flashed today!" The Oil Thief and the Secret Beggar sat at a roadside stall next to the abyss, took two grilled sausages, and talked while eating.

Now the edge of the abyss in the Demon Realm has been completely occupied by players.

We have built a large number of houses here, with all the necessary facilities for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

The black fog had already been collected and recycled by some smart players using collectors.

Those wild demon pets that the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive brought back looked a bit cute as they ran around the streets.

Although their IQ is not high, they know that something is wrong. Why is there no black fog?

Looking at the scene in the game, Beggar took a bite of the sausage and shook his head: "Maybe some keywords were triggered. This is one of the few bugs. What are you worried about? By the way, is Monkie awake?"

"No, now we just have to wait until the nutrients are replenished and then see if he can wake up." The oil thief said as she threw the finished sausage skewers into the abyss.

The abyss is very deep, and there are a large number of rock demons below. The players with no manners really have no manners and throw garbage everywhere. Several players who have challenged the rock demons have found that these rock demons have garbage hanging on their bodies.

After hearing the sound coming from below after the stick was thrown, the thief pouted: "I still prefer the interstellar battlefield. At least the NPCs or bosses over there are intelligent. The ones here...feel like human-machines. It's so boring."

And there is no need for him to make any strategies.

On the contrary, there are quite a few players who seem to have discovered some hidden plot, but when they ask, they get nothing.

"Who is so uncivilized? Littering everywhere!" With a stick stuck in his hair, the Crow Priest climbed up from the bottom of the cliff.

As soon as he stuck his head out and begged secretly, he immediately threw the stick in his hand into the corner, then turned his head and began to whistle, pretending that he knew nothing.

The oil thief even screamed and looked around: "Throwing sticks randomly? Who is so uncivilized! Oh, there are too many players now. Why did you come up, Crow Priest? Didn't you say you were raising insects down there?"

The crow priest climbed up angrily and pulled the bamboo stick off his head: "Come up to see them off. I caught two children in the village below. They are demons. They are very cute. Patriarch Tatian has decided. I said that if nothing works in a few days, I will go down to sell them. Anyway, the lives of these children are not as good as those of our slaves."

As he said this, the Crow Priest released the two children he had been raising.

After Zhuangzhuang and Nini landed, they looked around carefully and subconsciously hid behind the legs of the Crow Priest.

The crow priest tugged at his trouser legs and said, "What are you doing? You are so open!"

He slapped Zhuangzhuang on the head with one hand.

This kid is really too timid. I don’t know why this little demon guy is even more timid than those kids brought back from the garbage planet.

"What's the matter? Didn't you say that Patriarch Tatian had decided? Why are you showing it to us?" The oil-stealing woman knew what this boy was planning at a glance.

But I just said that it was brought over to Patriarch Tatian. It doesn’t seem right to show it to them now.

"The ancestor only wants a little girl, but they are brother and sister, and they survived together before. Maybe these two kids have never been separated since they were young. If the ancestor Tatian doesn't want a boy at that time, I won't sell them." The crow priest rummaged through his pockets and took out two lollipops.

"I'm now waiting for the Patriarch Tatian to come online, but I'm showing it to you two in advance. Are you interested in getting two? After all, they are the first two little demons to appear. I plan to ask for a higher price."

After that, the crow priest gave the two children lollipops:

"Let's play while we're at it."

Zhuangzhuang and Nini snuggled together, holding lollipops, and carefully walked away, but the ear never moved away from the Crow Priest.

All they see is fear of the future.

Their deceased father had told them stories about slaves.

There were slaves in their villages as well.

Those slaves had a miserable life.

Nini may not remember, but Zhuangzhuang already remembers it.

It is because of remembering that we are afraid.

Nini leaned against Zhuangzhuang and asked curiously, "Brother, why are you shaking?"

"It's okay, Nini. If a kind-hearted adult wants to buy you, you must behave yourself, understand?"

Nini nodded, not quite understanding.

"Don't cry and make trouble for Master Crow Priest."

Little Zhuangzhuang held his sister in his arms and gave her detailed instructions.

When he was giving instructions to his little sister with tears streaming down his face, a handsome little boy came over from the side and said:

"You don't want to eat your lollipops?"

The little boy was drooling, "If you don't want to eat it, can you give it to me?"