Inside the huge palace, a pungent smell permeated the air, like the smell of sick and dead pork.

Yang Jian, who was covering his nose, and his party shuttled through the corridor.

Yang Jian felt that if he stayed here for a quarter of an hour longer, he would live for at least five years.

"Isn't there a special slaughterhouse here?" , even Bob, a savage accustomed to the smell of blood, shouted indignantly.

"I see, there must be some secret biochemical experiment going on," said old Hans, glancing around.

"Wait!" , Yang Jian suddenly stopped, and he listened suspiciously.

There seemed to be some bustling commotion not far away.

"Fit!" "Fit!" Voices came from both east and west.

"What?" , Yang Jian and his party all widened their eyes and looked around.

The sound grew louder and louder, so much so that everyone could hear it, it was a group of people shouting to be together!

I saw that both sides of the east and west were shrouded in huge shadows, and a tide of people rushed towards Yang Jian and a group of people in the middle.

One by one, the dark elves like a mountain, shouted slogans loudly, and gathered in a phalanx to the middle.

"This... , Yang Jian was suddenly dumbfounded.

So many monsters are shouting to be combined, Nima, this picture is too emotional!

The timid Sissi had never seen such a scene, her whole body trembled, and she buried her little head in Yang Jian's trouser leg.

"Wait, this monster is weird!" , Yang Jian settled his mind and saw some clues.

The monsters on both sides didn't seem to be paying attention to Yang Jian and his party, but looking for the "other half".

Such a thought came out of his head, which already made Yang Jian feel a tumult in his stomach, and he barely supported himself and kept himself from falling.

"Head, what should I do?" , even the battle-hardened old Hans felt at a loss.

"Wait and see what happens, if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move", Yang Jian struggled to resist the strong pungent "manly smell" and issued a command.

Sure enough, the monsters on both sides all turned a blind eye to Yang Jian and his party, and they all walked around them.

At this moment, Yang Jian vomited and vomited all the food from yesterday to today.

Looking at the tough guys again, the sharpshooter Feng wittily put on a mask, while Bao Zhuangshi and Hans were like ashes, struggling to support.

However, the next picture is almost collapse.

The monsters who met left and right, their faces showed the joy of reunion after a long absence, and they began to hold hands.

This team of mountain-like dark elves staged a living "Brokeback Mountain".

Yang Jian felt at this moment that if he opened his eyes, he would faint in less than a second.

"God", Yang Jian, who does not believe in religion, began to pray, "what kind of profound feelings will create the current situation."

However, the good times didn't last long, and the who were still holding hands just now, as if they were one, had a mutation.

One of the opened their mouths wide and bared their fangs as they began to devour the other.

"Something is wrong!" , Yang Jian, who has a keen sense, discovered this abnormality, and he hurriedly reminded everyone.

At this time, some monsters that had completed devouring stared at Yang Jian and his party with unkind eyes.