This group of people went to each exchange shop separately, opened the animal skin bags, and poured out a lot of flesh and blood of ferocious beasts, teeth, horns, hearts, colorful herbs and fruits, as well as some stone slabs and sand vessels carved with the Sand Cave Clan's patterns.
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Some of them rushed directly into the brothel, and immediately heard the deliberate screams of women.
"Okay, ghoul, I don't have time to chat with you anymore, I have to meet the big customer!" Maimaiti ran out of the counter, waved his arms and shouted loudly, "High-priced purchase, blood-vomiting transaction, the last three days!"
"Who are they?" Gordon followed, pretending to be curious.
"They are all earning blood points down there, and you newcomers are fast too." Maimaiti said casually.
His guess was correct, there is indeed a next level to the ruins of the Sand Cave Clan! Gordon looked at it for a moment and was about to leave when two men in gray cloaks walked into the exchange shop and threw the animal skin bags on their backs with a bang.
on the counter.
With a smile on his face, Maimaiti nodded and bowed: "Congratulations, you two must have gained a lot. I, Maimaiti, have a reputation for character, and I guarantee you will be satisfied with the purchase at a loss."
"Big harvest, you idiot, I will suffer a heavy loss this time! Hurry up and estimate the price, I don't have time to talk nonsense to you, a bad old man!" One of the scarred-faced men slapped the counter hard and shouted impatiently. His eyes were covered with tears.
He was bloodshot and had a violent expression. His chest was tied with a thick bandage and gauze, and blood marks oozed from time to time.
The other skinny man was not much better. His eyes were wandering around while he anxiously pulled out the dagger from his waist, inserted it back, and then pulled it out again. His body was as tight as a spring.
"Huh? This kid with wet nipples is also bloody?" The scar-faced man caught a glimpse of Gordon and grinned.
Gordon didn't say much and walked out silently. An arm suddenly crossed in front of him. The scar-faced man turned to the opposite side of Gordon and said in a ferocious voice: "Kid, when you meet a senior, you don't know how to salute and say hello?"
Gordon glanced at the other person and said calmly: "Hello, senior."
"Kid, where's your bloody card? Take it out and take a look!" the scarred man said aggressively, while the other thin man let out a breathy, harsh laugh, and inserted and pulled out the dagger faster.
Gordon shook his head: "Sorry, Lord Blood Crow will not agree to this." The scar-faced man is at least a black lead-level warrior, but he does not need to be afraid. According to the precepts of the base, old members of the Blood Prison Society are never allowed to bully
Newbies, violators will be put to death directly.
"Damn brat, do you want to scare me with Master Blood Crow?" The scar-faced man scratched his scalp irritably, roared, and sprayed saliva on Gordon's face.
Gordon didn't wipe it, he just remembered the appearance of the scarred man and slowly backed away. He could see that these two men exuded the bloodthirsty atmosphere of beasts, were anxious and irritable, and were extremely emotionally unstable.
"Damn it, who told you to leave? I just want to chat with you and buy you a drink. Lord Blood Crow doesn't care about others drinking and chatting." Taken in the base's commandments, the scarred man did not dare to make a move, but he deliberately
Move his burly body to block Gordon's escape route.
"You two don't know, right? He is No. 13, the newly promoted assistant coach, who is most valued by Master Yinhu and the others." Maimaiti took a step forward and blocked the two sides. He smiled apologetically while pushing Gordon away.
"Kid, you are so cool." The thin man suddenly threw out the dagger, and the cold light flew towards Gordon, passed around behind him, and then flew back to the man's hand.
A lock of platinum-blond hair fell from the back of Gordon's head. The man blew on the dagger, and the corners of his eyes twitched nervously: "Giggle, I hope you can still pull like this when you get down there."
"Kid, there are no adults or disciplines down here to be your nanny. We will treat you well when the time comes!" The scar-faced man laughed wildly at Gordon.
Maimaiti pulled Gaoden to a far corner and then whispered: "Let's go quickly. They stayed down there for too long and got a little out of control. Let them vent for a few days and it will be normal."
"Will it make people crazy down here?" Gordon asked without losing any opportunity.
"It's not crazy. Killing all day long is something no one can bear." Maimaiti shook his head and hurried back to do business.
Keep killing. As Gordon walked back, he thought to himself, isn't this a natural thing? Without killing, what is left in life? Is it just fishing, playing chess, dancing, and socializing with nothing to do? Tang Jue, the third generation of Cobra, said
Yes, the most beautiful flower in the world is the blood flower.
However, as he walked, he remembered his cousin on the autopsy table, his body decomposing into smoke. He recalled the monks on the other side of the long river of time, mysterious and ethereal, harmonious with each other, and felt that there should be more important things in the world than killing.
But what is that? Gordon opened the door to his room, saw the hourglass, and realized that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
Underground where the sun, moon and stars cannot be seen, there is no difference between day and night, and assassins take action regardless of day or night. Gordon placed the things he bought on the niche, took off his clothes, and smeared red sesame ointment all over his body.
Rub quickly and vigorously.
The hot breath penetrated the skin and reached the tendons. Gao Deng suddenly jumped up, ran up the wall, and swam around the walls like a cat in the small small room. As the movements became faster and faster, the medicinal properties of the red sesame ointment were revealed.
It was completely stimulated, and the tendons seemed to be on fire, turning into countless flowing lines of fire. Source particles were generated one after another, circulating in the body, and when flowing under the heart, there was a faint tendency to condense and not disperse.
Several months have passed since Gordon got the blood card. Even though he has more resources and works hard day and night, his source particle improvement speed is still slow and not much different from others. In order to solidify his foundation, Gordon deliberately suppresses the source power.
In training, he focused more on controlling the accuracy of martial arts. He also spent a lot of time practicing crossbow skills and training his long-range shooting ability.
Sweat was like tiny snakes, snaking all over Gao Deng's body. The wind holes breathed in and out, constantly expelling sweat and impurities from the body surface.
"Bang!" The door was suddenly knocked open, and Saffron staggered in as if she was drunk, staring at him with blurry eyes: "Little, little stool, you are dancing alone..."
Do you want to dance naked? You are so weird." He chuckled and clapped hard, "Welcome to the little stool to perform body art for everyone!"
"Is something wrong?" Gordon turned over in the air, put his toes on the wall, and fell silently. The red-haired man broke in secretly in the middle of the night, pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, but he must have hidden intentions.
"My head feels... dizzy. I'm so thirsty. What do you have to drink? Anything to drink?" Saffron said vaguely. In a blink of an eye, she caught a glimpse of the cordyceps juice on the niche. She picked it up and bit open the bottle cap, gulping, gulping.
He drank all the five bottles in one breath, then stretched out his hand to grab the lynx essence and blood.
Gordon suddenly realized that Hong Mao was here to steal food and drink, and steal cultivation resources. After being baptized by the Blood Hell Society, Gordon felt that his ability to see through various conspiracies and conspiracies had become stronger.
"What a cute mushroom, black and white... The stars are twinkling, so bright... Are we flying in the sky?" Saffron threw away the empty bottle, opened her arms like wings, and ran around in circles.
He ran away, shouting that it was so hot, and took off his clothes.
Looking at the naked crocuses, Gordon saw through the trick at a glance: he was clearly trying to get red sesame ointment! Next, Hongmao would definitely shout "It's so cold."
"It's so cold!" Saffron shivered suddenly, her lips turned blue and her limbs were trembling.
Gordon secretly exclaimed that it was amazing. For the red sesame ointment, Hong Mao actually bit his lips until they turned purple. The role play was really top-notch. Next, Hong Mao would definitely say, I want to...
"I want to - keep warm!" Saffron staggered over, hugged Gordon, and held each other tightly. The latter was stunned and dumbfounded.
Misjudgment?
"Bang!" The door was knocked open again. "Hong Mao, the water is here, don't eat shitty photobacteria next time!" Freckles shouted while holding a big wooden bucket, his steps suddenly froze, and he stared blankly.
Two naked teenagers hugging each other. "You, you do it, do it..."
At the same time, Saffron's body suddenly shook, and she looked up to the sky and shouted. In her guts, two weird black and white source particles intertwined with each other, converging into a torrent, like two black and white dragons circling into the sky, roaring towards each other.