I don't know if it's Xunlong's well-tuned, or the perfect score of Zhuoer's aristocratic driving skills, three heads and six legs running at the same time without a trace of bumps. Char pulled her head out of the window with a curtain embroidered with gilded embroidery, and the wooden axles turned happily, wrapping a layer of black solid gelatinous material around the outside of the wheels.

"Is there such a thing as a tire in this era?"

Char muttered to himself curiously, no, the dutiful coachman in front of him immediately looked back in the direction of the black-haired man's gaze, and immediately replied - Char suddenly thought that this kind of service attitude may be due to the request of the Rachel hostess.

"Lord, the wheels you see are made by the Grey Gnomes, the family servants—those guys only mess with weird things. ”

"But it's practical, isn't it?" Char replied with a smile.

"Yes!" the drow nobleman opened his mouth, but did not retort.

The two grinding marks on the left and right quickly fell towards the back, Char couldn't help but stretch his hand out of the window, the palm was like in front of him, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he secretly said in his heart, "This is the feeling of touching the D cup......"

Char stretched out his hand back, he touched his nose and sneered, "There is no speed measurement dashboard, can you only use this way to measure the speed of the vehicle?"

He subconsciously turned to the empty seat next to him—in fact, there was a plump body clinging to him, and he sighed with some regret—and he couldn't see anything, so he had to straighten his head.

"Turning back...... After leaving the arena, arrange for the gray dwarf to come to the temple to meet me. Char thought for a moment, but still expressed it in a demanding tone, and said to the drow nobleman who was driving, "My order should be carried out." ”

"Yes, my lord!" said the man who was quite tight-lipped, and it seemed that the Rachel mistress had also put a lot of effort into choosing Mrs. Che.

According to Char's idea, in the name of the Spider Goddess and the "Holy War", part of the strength of large and small families was drawn to form an "expeditionary force" under the unified management of the "divine messenger".

And the "expeditionary force" can only hear one voice in orders and actions - and this voice can only be Char's, naturally.

Char closed his eyes and said no more, he leaned motionless on the sofa, his nose was full of beauty's body fragrance, and the green silk was not teasing his neck - he couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, the man only knew that Thrandis was like a shrunken kitten, snuggled in his arms, as if he was asleep.

The black-haired man's heart suddenly throbbed, and he wanted to touch the cat in his arms, but his hand was raised and put down again, and he didn't know where it fell. At this moment, there was a gentle grip touch from her wrist, guiding it to her body.

Touching Wen Yu in his arms, Char couldn't understand the existence of a creature like Hao Angel, whether it was daily diet or recuperation and sleeping, it seemed to be a mystery, but if the other party followed him at all times, it seemed that there was always something wrong - the other party could be invisible, if you had to be careful and vigilant in the bathroom, wouldn't it be impossible to relax?

However, it's good that it's my own people......

It's just that the dignified former army commander showed such a state, which seemed a little strange, Char hugged the other party, unconsciously touched the soft wings in his hand, and couldn't help but caress it, causing the other party to writhe.

"The feeling of letting go of responsibility...... That's good. Thrandis muttered, and she turned around, and the dark-haired man felt a burst of heat coming from his lower abdomen.

"Okay, you sleep. Char said in his mind, he didn't know how to express himself, if there were outsiders around, he would definitely be shocked by the strange posture of the man holding a cloud of air.

Dragon carts weave through the cluttered residential area. Located on the outskirts of the underground city, it was a resting place for the inferior populace and Drow servants. The rancid smell of poverty and hunger permeated the slightly humid air, and the faces of the various crowds were sluggish—old men and children, but only men, and the gaze at the luxurious dragon chariot was without exception numb, and there was a spark of hatred.

They unscrupulously maintain a consistent attitude, and all the people who can sit in the Swift Dragon car are noble characters, they are stingy with their attention, and they will never stop their attention in such a "dirty" environment, even if it is only for a second.

Only the lackeys of the mothers will drive them away with great force, not in words, but with the sharp blades they wear. They are accustomed to the pomp and circumstance of the big guys, and deep down they have mastered a skill of judging the status of the formation.

No one dares to wander the streets unprepared, and these guys who live at the bottom do not care about the position and loyalty of the victims. The Swift Dragoons' jurisdiction is theoretically only covered here, but in reality, it is nothing more than a playground to pass the time in leisure - the boy's survival needs the favor of the goddess, and unfortunately, the goddess must not be Rose.

The white swiftloon struts its head, it has its own pride, and it instinctively senses the unfriendly aura around it. The vicious white face showed huge and hideous fangs, maintaining a stable body while not affecting the left and right, and the fierce light hidden under the bright armor deterred the outlaws who might have eaten bear bile.

Char, who was quietly in the carriage, had no way of knowing the scenery on either side, the secret passage that led to the arena was deeper underground than Gulrolla, and no matter how much he complained, the cobweb-like world still belonged to the family's territory—a world so simple that only spider statues remained.

Perhaps due to the rarity of the white dragons, or perhaps because of the dragons' sturdy physique and striking armor, these big guys who are said to have the blood of mysterious dragons have even surpassed a 10-person elite team of drows in individual combat power.

At least the journey ahead of Char and his party did not lead to roadblocks and robberies, which were just a piece of fat with armor that might cut their mouths if they ate it.

The black-haired man in the carriage had no sense of distress, in other words, he was crossing a minefield without knowing it.

The dark shadow hidden above the dwarf pavilion quietly withdrew its body - ordinary crossbows could not pierce the sturdy dragon chariots, and only the strong crossbows of the high-level family system had a chance to inflict certain damage. But they believe that if the guy inside dares to stick out his head, then the other party must be greeted by a salvo of dozens of crossbow arrows at the same time - the armed force of just three dragon carts does not seem to be able to bring the real murderer to justice.

Thrandis's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but Char couldn't bear such a moving expression, because he couldn't see...... Angel Hao then sat up beside him, her hands dissipating the energy she had gathered, and she smiled in the shadows and glanced at the closed car window.

"Evil...... Sure enough, it has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow. ”