"Let's go! I know a vegetable seller! He has to sell even the northernmost rare birds and beasts on the mainland! I have to bankrupt you tonight!"

Leaving the tent area where the minotaurs gathered, Lao Huang patted Yan Haicheng on the back, urging everyone to go faster, while enlivening the atmosphere.

The group was in a hurry, and no one said anything cruel.

Everyone's not a child anymore, and there's nothing wrong with this kind of thing.

If you have that angry kung fu, it's better to eat and drink and sleep happily, and then work hard.

You have to believe that as long as you work hard enough, one day, you can look at those who have bullied you with your eyes.

If you're in a good mood, maybe you can say something vulgar like "You loved to ignore me in the past, but now you can't climb up" to make yourself happy.

"What's that! Let's go!"

Knowing that Lao Huang deliberately forgave his heart, Yan Haicheng was not a stingy person, and he took the team and strode to follow.

Except for Dou Jiayan, who is younger than her in this group, everyone else is enough to be her uncle.

Yan Zhu'an walked at the back, looking at this group of middle-aged people who were not young, but they were full of spirit, and the depression in his heart gradually dissipated.

If it is not my race, its heart will be different, and Rong Di will not be the same as Hua.

These people from the other world, to the people of the earth, are no better than those Rong Di who lived in barbaric places in history.

They only have the intention of using the earthlings, and all seemingly friendly actions have only one purpose - to urge the earthlings to kill the fierce beasts for them.

For example, the birds that go to the fierce beast colony are free, but the cost of going back is very expensive; for example, the potions, bags, armor, and weapons exchanged for the earthlings all need to be exchanged for a large number of materials on the beasts; and for example, all kinds of core technologies are completely blocked against the earthlings......

The so-called friendship is worthless in terms of interests.

"Knock! knock!"

Just as he was about to turn, he heard a familiar knock sound, Yan Zhuan turned his head to look, and saw a click with brisk steps coming this way.

At his waist, the familiar little drum was beaten by the bones of the beast tied to the side, making a crisp sound.

Yesterday, she held this small drum in the palm of her hand and beat it carefully......

Ka said that there are many insects in their tribe, this kind of drum sound can repel insects, every child likes to hang one with him, if he is accidentally caught by the blood feather eagle, he can also rely on this warning.

Those terrible bloodfeather eagles love to eat the calves of their brute tribe of cattle more than anything else.

"Hey!"

When he saw Yan Zhu'an, his eyes lit up, and he was about to step forward to ask her how she had gained today, but Yan Zhu'an didn't seem to know him anymore, so he only glanced at him, and then accelerated his pace and chased after the team.

What she thinks is that in the future, there will always be countless conflicts of interest between the two worlds, and now they are just some insignificant bags, who knows if they will face a life-and-death choice in the future?

Now that he is young and does not understand those who have become good friends, I am afraid that he will face a dilemma in the future.

Rather than this, it is better to be calm and restrained.

She's an adult already!

Even if you are naïve for a while, you can't be naïve all the time.

In this dangerous other world, if you keep doing this, I'm afraid you will lose your life.

She's not as silly and sweet as she looks.

The Minotaurs are not as good at psychic spells as the plant elves of the Morihara tribe, but probably because they also have facial features, they are better at reading words and colors.

Is she upset?

After Yan Zhu'an saw him, he saw the change in his expression at that moment.

After chasing two steps, seeing that she got into the crowd as if she couldn't avoid herself, her clicking footsteps slowly stopped, and she stood on the side of the road depressedly for a while, until Yan Zhu'an and their figures could no longer be seen, and they still couldn't figure it out.

This feeling of treating the other party as a friend, but the other party doesn't think like this, makes him a little hurt.

"What's the matter? Blackface boy! Isn't it good to have a bad harvest today? Why are you hesitating here?"

It was a three-way junction that led to the uphill road to the depths of the camp and to the tent area of the Minotaurs.

When a familiar elder saw him standing there, his tail drooping sadly, and thought that he had a bad harvest today, he called out to him: "Your uncle is worried about you!"

"Oh!"

Ka didn't think too much, thanked the elders who reminded him, and quickly ran into the tent area.

Seeing that the eldest nephew returned safely, he asked about today's harvest, and learned that this team is very reliable, can provide a lot of materials for him to practice his skills, and will act with this team in the next few days, Uncle Ka smiled happily, took out a bunch of rare vegetables full of aura, cooked a pot of delicious soup, and shared food with his nephew.

Halfway through dinner, I couldn't help it, so I asked Yan Zhu'an if they had just come.

The tall black-faced minotaur squinted slightly, glanced at his nephew, and instead of answering his question, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Yan doesn't seem to be happy, she ignores me......"

"Hmph, these cunning humans, all day long trying to get good from us!"

If you don't follow them, you will give his nephew a look on his face, which is really vicious!

Knowing that Yan Haicheng and the others paid off their debts in one day, they planned to change a few more bags, but the uncle sat on the ground and raised the price, his face turned red, and he whispered: "How can this be......?

"Fifty is because you are in their team, and now you are not with them, why should I be so nice to them?"

"However, the skin of Yan is perfect! When they hunted the sand lizard, they also deliberately attacked the eyes and abdomen, and did not damage the skin...... The skin I peeled wasn't as good as that!"

"Click, you're young, you don't understand. How can we cheapen the bags we have worked so hard to make? These humans are even more treacherous than the people of the Lingshu tribe! They spend their days trying to loot our resources!"

"But these harvests are all their hard work! Moreover, we only need half a leather to make a bag, and fifty skins is already very expensive! This, this is not ......."

The click is very angry.

Isn't that bullying?

How poor their tribe was before the earthlings came!

The bags they make have such a small capacity that they can only be played with by children!

"Because we're going to make bags! It's not the leather that's expensive, it's the technology. Skins all over the floor, what's the point? Click, you're almost an adult, and there's a lot of things you need to learn. ”

He didn't speak, and the big black face ignored him, and walked straight to his little table, and with a wave of his hand, there was a lot of golden skin in the tent.

There were so many that even if the tent was inscribed with the space expansion technique, half of the tent was still full.

Clicking saw that his chest was tight, and he lifted the curtain and strode out.

Children have been naïve.

He also grew up as a child, and the big black face just glanced at it, ignored it, and quickly took out the materials and quickly concocted the inscription potion.

Such a good skin, but you have to deal with it as soon as possible, and go back to make a high-level magic bag......

Hee-hee.

At the same time, Yan Zhu'an and his entourage first went to the mercenary guild purchase point, exchanged all the remaining skins for points, and then went to the vegetable selling place to buy a bunch of delicious food.

I was hurrying back to the camp hungry, intending to bury the pot and cook as soon as possible, when I heard many people talking about it halfway:

"Haven't you heard? Those official mercenary groups have all gone to White Bone Mountain, and it's only been a few days! Tsk, hundreds of people have been filled in! I don't know what the top is thinking, and the other places haven't been sorted out yet! I just hurriedly ran to that kind of place! I don't know what the picture is?"