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"Hmm~It looks pretty good~" Lena said happily staring at the slightly bloody roast beef. I don't know when she began to prefer half-cooked meats, especially those with a strong smell of blood, and the main customers at this bar are insects, so they handle food in a way that suits her appetite.

As an insect, Iron Slag also likes the taste of blood, but he has always avoided eating these things. Because the old man once told him that only by restraining his desires can he not be controlled by desires. There is no shortage of prisoners of money and power in this world, although they seem to be beautiful, but in fact they have been imprisoned by invisible shackles and completely lost their freedom.

Then Lena picked up a fork, pricked a piece of pale red beef, dipped it in a sauce mixed with sour vinegar and red pepper, and ate it in one bite. I saw her cheeks move, swallowed quickly, and then let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.

"Hmm~It's delicious~" After speaking, she raised her eyes and grinned at the iron slag. The white teeth were crystal clear, as if in an instant, the whole world was lit up.

The orange-red candlelight reflected her pretty face, flickering and dimming, with a hint of dreamy color, making everything in front of her seem like a dream. The wheat-colored skin between the neck is even more seductive in the firelight, which can't help but make people feel longing. Although she is wearing big sunglasses at the moment and can't see her true face, she can feel the irresistible charm and charm from her eyes and smile. In an instant, Iron Slag only felt a wave of evil fire rush up, almost out of control. If it weren't for the bar, I'm afraid he would have pounced on it and bitten wildly.

Lena is tall and has a much larger face than the average girl, but she has a small appearance, with clear lines, a small nose, and a pointed chin, which can easily make people have the illusion of "good bullying", like a lioness whose head can be put down at any time. And every time he bullied her, he would be like a wolf that killed a lion, which was particularly fulfilling.

Gradually, the eyes of the iron slag glowed red, but Lena made the appearance of a little woman, with a little fear, lowered her head, and continued to eat, like a small animal that was frightened and timid to eat under the gaze of a powerful creature.

She wasn't eating fast or slow, but the frequency was steady, and the beef on her plate was disappearing at a rate visible to the naked eye. After a while, she finished eating half a kilogram of beef, and the waiter waiting on the side saw this and hurriedly served the next plate.

Originally, Lina's size and appetite would be conspicuous in any place, but Wind Sand Castle was a little different, because caravans of the Elta were often found here, and people would mistake her for a female Elta.

In Desert Five, although humans and the Erta are hostile, there are a small number of people who are willing to trade with humans. They are often referred to by other Ertas as "Shabits", which means "one who does the dirty work" in the Elta language.

Their business can be roughly divided into three items, the first is normal goods such as firearms, vehicles, fuel, food, medicine, daily necessities, etc., the second is Jack, and the third is human trafficking.

The first item is nothing special, the second item is a prohibited item, but it is not a big deal, and the third item is for the service of dignitaries. In the upper-middle circles of the Silver City world, it is not uncommon for women to be kept for fun by insects and Elta women. Of course, all this must be done underground and not exposed to sunlight.

Normally, the Shepets would transport female criminals from the Elta to sell them here, and then buy male death row inmates from humans. The Eltars are not interested in Havelin women, but are fond of buying men with combat power. Because the Elta people still continue an ancient and bloody tradition - gladiatorial performances. They would raise a large number of gladiators and all kinds of fierce beasts, drive into the gladiatorial arena and let them kill each other, and in order to please the audience, and earn money for tickets and gambling.

In fact, these so-called female criminals may not be real criminals, they are likely to lose their personal freedom for various reasons, or they are directly abducted and trafficked, otherwise where would there be so many young and beautiful female criminals. And the male death row inmates of mankind may not be true, all in all, it is the dirtiest trade.

Before the Battle of Glory, though, nothing like that had ever happened. At that time, under the governance of the remnants of the north, although the wind sand castle was not as prosperous as it is now, it was not so chaotic and morally degraded. In addition, the remnants of the north and the Elta people lived in peace.

In the culture of the remnants of the North, all friendly intelligent beings are "friends from afar". Just as they accepted the nomads of the northern plains a thousand years ago, they were willing to accept any friend who came with good intentions. They do not discriminate against any race, whether the other side is strong or weak, nor do they take the initiative to provoke disputes, but only despise those who have no sense of honor. Due to the proximity of values, the relationship between the remnants of the north and the Elta people is not pleasant, but there is not much conflict.

The harsh living environment has created a spirit that they are willing to share, and they are willing to share their prey, knowledge and experience, and living space with their friends. It wasn't until after the Battle of Glory that the World Council and the Templars expanded and compressed the living space of the Eltas, and the two sides gradually turned hostile.

But then again, without the predatory development of the World Council and the Temple, there would be no powerful human civilization today, because the remnants of the north have no ambition and are satisfied with enough food and use. The generation of popes who launched the final battle once wrote in his diary: "It is undeniable that the remnants of the north are a respectable race, and without their selfless dedication, human civilization would not have come to this day." However, they are too conservative and stagnant to keep up with the times, so they will eventually be eliminated......"

However, the right and wrong, right and wrong, of a group can not be clearly explained in one sentence.

It took a while for the iron slag to crush the fire. In order to avoid being tempted by inappropriate occasions, he chatted with Lena about the next steps.

"In a few days, I want to go to Shacheng and get a few sets/power armor back." Iron Slag said that the Black Pig King repeatedly mentioned to him several times, wanting an "iron shell similar to him". In order to improve the team's combat power, he also has such a plan.

"Do you want me to go back with you?" Lena asked.

Iron Slag shook his head and said, "You're going to stay here and look after the family." "In case the Holy Rank Boss of the Green Hornet Mobile Corps can't think about it for a while, and personally kills the Chifeng Fortress, it will be troublesome without Lina in charge.

"Yo~ It's really getting worse and worse~ I'm going to call my sister like a puppy~" Lena bit her lip and said.

"I ......," Iron Slag said with a little crampedness, scratching his hair hard, "I didn't mean that. ”

Lena snorted and asked, "That's not what it means, what does it mean?" ”

"This ......," Iron Slag hesitated to answer, but Lena suddenly realized, and continued, "Oh...... I see......"

"What do you understand?" Iron Slag asked a little sluggishly.

"You mean, my sister is not as good as a puppy?" Lina narrowed her eyes and said.

"No ......," Iron Slag explained with an embarrassed expression.

"That's what you mean." Lena said with a straight face.

"There really isn't a ......," Iron Slag sighed, a little bitter.

"That's what you mean!" Lena cried out unrelentingly.

Iron slag was forced to be anxious all of a sudden, and suddenly turned his heart sideways, raised his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "That's what I meant, what's wrong!" ”

"It's really getting more and more arrogant~" While speaking, Lena unconsciously crumpled the knife and fork in her hand. The power was extremely arrogant, and the waiter on the side was terrified, thinking that this woman must be a legendary saint-level powerhouse. The pure steel knife and fork were like mud in her hands. And the young man opposite her is not afraid at all, and there is a tendency to add fuel to the fire. But what he didn't know was how many times the young man in front of him had bullied the "Holy Rank powerhouse" in his eyes to beg for mercy and cry incessantly.

"I've always been so arrogant, what's wrong!" Iron Slag narrowed his eyes, bared his teeth, and said viciously.

"Looks like you're trying to get beaten." Lena's face turned cold and threatened.

Iron Slag snorted coldly, then leaned forward, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You'd better be careful with me......"

"Be careful of what?" Lena asked dismissively.

"Be careful I you." Iron Slag whispered.

"Hmph, it's up to you to ......" "It's not like I haven't tried." "You ......" "I'm going to make you scream." "Humph......"

In the whisper, Lena quickly fell behind and begged for mercy: "Okay, okay~ Don't say it~ Sister listens to you for everything~"

Seeing that Lena gave in, the evil fire of the iron slag could no longer be controlled, and she didn't eat dinner, so she immediately dragged her back to the office residence and started a battle directly in the bathroom.

The lioness symbolically resisted for a short while, and then she was overturned in the bath, exposing her chest and abdomen, and letting the hungry wolf open her stomach and drink blood and eat meat.

"Really...... Really bad...... Yes...... Other...... Ah......h

Even if she has rough skin and thick flesh, she was bitten and hit so much that she gasped and begged for mercy.

"Will you be arrogant in the future?" He paused for a moment and asked.

"What...... What the? "Don't answer?" "What about arrogance...... Ah......" "Then you're dead!" "You dare! Yes! Belch...... Ahhh ”

The dying struggle and resistance of the prey, as well as the high-pitched screams, are like sparks flying into the fuel, catalysts in chemical reactions, and salt in the food, which greatly increases the appetite of the hunter, making her meat more delicious and hearty. The battle between the lion and the wolf lasted for hours, from the hunting battle in the bathroom, to the endless battle on the big bed, to the softness and whispering in the bed, and the long night passed......