Fairy World - Dragon Raptor

"Mr. Wesley, maybe you should put it another way. It was not you or the elves headed by you who rescued us, but you and the strong men of the human race led us to escape from this island together!"

Wesley maliciously let out a trace of a superior person. After all, Zhen Qian was someone who had spent some time with Zhu Zhi and other divine beasts. His body shook slightly and quickly returned to normal. Compared to the bloodline of Zhu Zhi's four divine beasts, Wesley is much worse.

"Oh, you mean that there is a strong person from your human race hidden on the island? Or is the strong person in your mouth the human being who was knocked back by Mumba's blow?"

Wesley said with a smile, but Zhen Qian clearly felt a murderous aura gathering in the air.

He was a little curious about where the human beings that Wesley said were knocked back by Mumba's blow came from?

"Is it possible that Dongfang Xiongqi took action so quickly? No," Zhen Qian felt strange in his heart, but quickly denied this speculation, "If Dongfang Xiongqi took action against Mumba, Wesley would not be able to talk to him so pleasantly."

Zhen Qian's brain was running at an unprecedented speed, and countless ideas and strategies flashed through his mind, but he knew very well that he must not show weakness in front of Wesley at this moment, "Dear Lord Wesley, I don't know what you call the strong and the strong." What is the difference between what I consider a strong person.

But I can tell you frankly that the alchemists of the human race have developed a magical elixir that can instantly increase people's levels. As long as we are willing, every human race can become a real strong person in your eyes! "

Aunt Butterfly turned her head and looked at Zhen Qian in disbelief, her mouth slightly opened but she hesitated.

Wesley's eyes were bright, his eyes were very sharp, and his direct gaze seemed to penetrate Zhen Qian.

Zhen Qian's expression was neither humble nor arrogant. He didn't know that Wesley's blood talent was to 'see through' and be able to judge whether a person was lying. He just had a vague feeling that Wesley seemed to be using some secret technique similar to detective skills.

Zhen Qian was very calm about Wesley's investigative skills. Anyway, Wesley could only tell his own level, but the fact was that he was ready to swallow a tiger wolf medicine in person to prove it to it.

For a long time, Wesley withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. Aunt Butterfly seemed to feel something and glanced at Zhen Qian again in surprise.

Wesley seemed to be able to communicate with Aunt Butterfly using some secret technique. She slightly lowered her head to Wesley, and then fluttered away from here.

It has to be said that Zhen Qian's mysterious self-confidence successfully allowed him to avoid a disaster.

"If you strong men from the human race can come to discuss it in person, maybe I can consider it!"

After saying that, Wesley no longer gave Zhen Qian a chance to answer, and disappeared from him in a flash.

Zhen spends money and mouth, and sighs from the bottom of his heart that it is true that both humans and elves have a special hobby for showing off.

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The dark and damp shelter was now roasted by the fire like a meat forest and wine shop, filled with water vapor and smoke.

The huge cave was filled with the crackling sound of dead elves' flesh and blood being roasted by the flames. The surviving members of the 34th T7 Legion were sitting on the ground in a fan-shaped distribution around the Dongfang boss. Chen Ming was beside the Dongfang boss. The two tigers and the big eagle are on the outermost edge.

Every three or five people sat around and lit a fire in the middle, holding a grill and roasting the flesh and blood of the high elves.

I don’t know who gave Boss Dongfang the courage to openly instruct his subordinates to roast spiritual flesh and blood on the island in the middle of the lake where the elves were the strongest side. However, there were faint murmurs among the crowd below that Boss Dongfang was preparing to hunt. Kill Mumba.

The level [-] demonized tree man is the real high-level high-level elf on the island, and some people who have read the Elf Illustrated Book also know some secrets about the demonized tree man.

According to them, the main reason why the Eastern Boss chose to hunt Mumba was not for its flesh and blood, but for the seeds of the demonized tree man.

It is difficult to elaborate on the specific reasons, but it is obvious that all these things were planned in advance by the Eastern boss.

Zhen Qian secretly left the shelter without attracting anyone's attention. In fact, the Dongfang boss did not restrict everyone's actions. He confidently believed that the only way to leave the island in the middle of the lake was to rely on him, and he always turned a blind eye to the small actions of his subordinates. Close one eye.

Zhen Qian went straight to Erhu and Daying and sat down in front of Erhu and Daying. The two of them lit a small fire. Because no one wanted to sit with them, even though the flesh and blood on other fires only left the last bit of bones, their side still remained. Most of the flesh and blood is still unused.

"Brother Zhen Qian, where have you been these days? Why are you back now?"

Daying saw Zhen Qian's face lit up and quickly asked him to sit down in front of his fire. Especially when Chen Ming looked towards them, even the aloof Erhu took the initiative to invite him to eat barbecue together.

Zhen Qian is very open-minded about these things. Moreover, although he is Chen Ming's nominal disciple, he has always had an accurate position on his own strength. At the same time, he does not think that Chen Ming will invite him or is qualified to invite him to be the leader of the fire. Pile away.

Erhu and Daying invited him to eat meat, and Zhen Qian also took out two white-faced steamed buns from his backpack and handed them to them like a magic trick based on the concept of reciprocity.

"This...is this a steamed bun?" Erhu's tone was full of suspicion.

Compared to the reserved Erhu, Daying was more straightforward. He grabbed the steamed buns handed over by Zhen Qian and stuffed them into his mouth without putting them on the fire. He choked and repeated, "Steamed buns, I You can actually eat steamed buns..."

Just from the eager looks cast by the six people sitting near the fire, he could guess that he had obviously underestimated the temptation of steamed buns to a group of rough men who had not eaten vegetarian food in March or May.

There are many vegetarians in the T7 Legion. In fact, due to the inseparability of the human race and the accompanying elves, the vast majority of the human race are vegetarians. Of course, there are also many people like Xiang Zhenqian who are forced to become vegetarians due to their embarrassment in life.

However, after being trapped on a small island in the middle of the lake, the only edible food besides the nectar that is difficult to swallow and absorb is the flesh and blood of elves. Eating meat is nothing in the choice between life and death.

After feeling the coveted gaze of the strong man next door, Daying quickly snatched the steamed bun from Zhen Qian's hand and devoured it like Erhu.

As a complete fake vegetarian, Zhen Qian contracted the remaining half of the flesh and blood with peace of mind after accepting some grateful promises from Erhu and Daying.

He ate [-]% of the fifty kilograms of flesh and blood by himself, and made the remaining [-]% into dried meat and put it in his backpack to take back to the little stupid bear.

Zhen Qian was once again touched by his kindness as the people around him marveled at his amazing appetite. He actually thought of the little stupid bear lying on the pile of steamed buns at home and burping at this time of food shortage.

Apparently he had subconsciously forgotten the fact that bears are carnivores.

Since the last time he discovered that his physical body can absorb the force to improve his physical attributes in the secret realm of the City of Resentment, Zhen Qian has been continuously refining his physical body by absorbing the force. His physical attributes have improved to a certain extent, but at the same time, his appetite has also increased rapidly. The growth is a blessing or a curse for a poor trainer like him who can only eat steamed buns even for contracted elves.