Three years of colorful life is enough to change a person a lot.

Oh, we're talking about three years in the underworld, and if you convert it to the surface, it's about six years, right?

The day and night of the underground world are opposite, the moment the sun sets in the underground world is the moment when the sun rises in the mortal world, but the same speed of day and night does not mean that the time of the four seasons is the same, and when the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed, it is enough for the ground to pass for two whole years.

After following the Brahma, I ate and drank, and the malnourished body was raised day by day, and my really age-appropriate body type grew up over time, and I realized that I was not a five or six-year-old child at all, I should have been eight or nine years old. In addition, after six years of wandering in the underground world, and through the intensive training of the body through the intensive training schedule formulated by the Brahman, I have almost reached adulthood with perfect muscles that are closest to the aesthetics of the human masses, and I am almost 1.9 meters tall.

I am no longer the little dot that stood up straight and was not one meter tall, I have a different vision, a strong self that is different from the past, but I have lost the arm of Brahma; I could no longer be like a kitten with one hand in his arms and wait for his body temperature to warm me, let alone sit on his ninth black thorn and hug his neck and sleep whenever I wanted.

If you think about it, these six years have really changed me a lot, and I have changed a lot of Vatican...... No, it should have made me know a new Brahman again.

The first time I encountered the social system of the underground world was in a town that was darker than the natural scene, and from a distance, only that one of the layers of glowing moss seemed to be shrouded in black clouds. Repression and isolation, madness and presumptuousness, pleasure breeds from despair, and the more depraved, the more pleasant life becomes, the concept of enterprising does not exist here.

I was shocked, I was still very thin and just starting to grow in size, but it didn't happen overnight that the flesh on my body was trying to get out. That black town scared me, and I didn't dare to approach it.

But Fan was very calm, he just grinned silently, and said, "Good luck, little ghost, welcome to one of the six direct lines of the Zerg, the paradise of pink skeletons - the Rakshasa Black Widow Clan."

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「…… Leon, are you listening?" The woman in front of her was half-naked, with large black wavy curls, green eyes, and a palm-sized melon seed face, and only some broken hard shells in the dangerous parts. She was now leaning over as if she were going to pounce on me or bow to me.

Listening to the description, it seems to fit the goal of human male bestiality to get big, right? But if you know that there are as many green eyes as there are eight, and there are no whites of the eyes, the dark skin is a disgusting cement color, and the lower half of her body is actually a round black spider tail, it would be nice not to be frightened into being half-paralyzed, right?

I came back to my senses for a moment, dispelled the memories that had not happened at the time, and responded, "Of course, don't worry, I will complete the task as promised."

"Wouldn't that be nice?" The spider-man made a look of intoxication with my appearance, and approached me to give me a kiss. But I stopped it in time, and if I were to be sucked by these spider-men, I was afraid that half of my soul would be drained away.

The spider-man still wanted to be coquettish, but I directly refused: "You know, miss, my soul fragment is not borrowed, thank you."

"Okay then." The spider-men were not disappointed by this, as they were all slaves to men, the typical feminist matriarchal society of the Zerg. They are keen to seduce the foolish men and lure them into their nests, where they will either eat, store food, or abandon them after mating, and only the strongest of the men will be shared by them as a public property, and conquer him as a manifestation of their charm.

Before leaving, the spider-man did not forget to leave a sentence: "But come to see me often, I'm so lonely."

I kept my mouth shut.

The back of leaving, it is the spider-man who leads the male spider-man born in her group with a chain, just like a watchdog with a bad owner, and all the bad things and good things are vented on the "dog".

"How, this." A two-meter-tall guy appeared behind me, and I didn't look back at him, I knew by the voice, by the familiarity, by the breath, that it was Brahman.

"Ten boys under the age of fifteen, this is pretty easy to do." I said, "But this guy ate a baby black dragon last week, you taught me, the dragon has low fertility, and the black dragon has the smallest eyes, I'm afraid this spider won't live to receive the day."

Fan touched his chin: "Then eat it directly, it's a spider anyway, it shouldn't be too difficult to eat."

I pursed my lips and bowed my head in response, "Hmm."

I didn't catch the ten human boys, because tonight is our harvest night.

The spider-man hissed and screamed, but she didn't ask why, death is everywhere in the underworld, and maybe a look at a hungry madman on any occasion is enough to give him a reason to eat you.

Brahma is a demon, and demons love to devour souls to gain growth and satiety. I also once devoured a soul under the guidance of Brahma, but I did not degenerate into a demon or an undead, I don't know if it was because the one I ate was a plant soul.

The soul of the red moon grass is very sweet, but unfortunately Fan does not like to eat sweets.

Fan likes spicy and bitter, if you have to describe it, it probably tastes similar to the original chili sauce and black coffee, right? But the spicy taste can only be maintained when the soul dies at the moment of happiness, while the bitter taste can only be produced by painful love, and the sadder it is, the more bitter the soul.

Happiness can be artificial, just go to those guys who are easy to fulfill a wish, and bitterness, I'm thinking about myself.

Fan smiled like a nobleman among nobles, he used illusion to conjure a well-cut dress, with a waist and legs, smooth and delicate lines, the muscles on his body were taut by the clothes, and there was a strange feeling in the deep black that was completely different from the previous arrogance and arrogance.

Brahma said that this is called a dress, and it is a thing that only the high-ranking nobles on the ground wear.

I nodded, of course, it had to be a high nobleman, such a perfect dress. The emperor's bloated clothes didn't suit him, he didn't need the general's armor, and the clothes of the inferior people didn't match it at all, only this one, just right.

The demon smiled and conjured a hat to strap on, then impaled the spider-man's heart with the cane in his hand.

Taking a deep breath and sucking out the spider-man's soul, he turned to face me and bowed.

"Please let me serve you, my employer." (To be continued.) )