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It's not that Han Fei hasn't seen a fat man with a fat brain, but compared to the demon in front of him, it's nothing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The demon occupied most of the carriage, and his body was full of piles of white and tender fat, which looked like several skinned and fat pigs were piled together, and his huge head was completely immersed in his body, and his neck could not be seen at all.

His appearance was disgustingly ugly, with three protruding eyes like dead fish, distributed in the center of his face in a triangular shape, no nose except two tiny nostrils embedded in the underside of the eyes, a large mouth like two fat sausages stuck to his face, a dark red magic pattern extending from his chin to his chest, and the magic horn on his forehead was pitifully small.

In Han Fei's memory, only the Pigg Demon had such an obese body, the number of their race was not large, they worshiped the gluttonous demon lord Moloch, they were extremely hungry and sleepy, and the demon's unique wings were so badly degraded that they couldn't fly into the sky at all, and the combat power of the individual was definitely the last few among the demons, and they could compete with the little devil.

But this does not mean that the Pygodevils do not have a place among the demons, because each Pygodemon is a shrewd businessman, they are often attached to a certain powerful person or family, and some have created a powerful chamber of commerce, using their brains and business methods to occupy a place in the hellish realm.

Han Fei knew about the Pige Demon, but he didn't understand why the other party would stop him and invite him, you must know that the Pige Demon was definitely a model of no profit and no early success, and he could be called a fox among demons.

With his mind racing, Han Fei quietly stepped into the carriage and sat down opposite Pigmo: "Of course it's okay to have a drink, but I only drink good wine!"

Pigmoth smiled, his voice low with a hint of hoarseness, "I only entertain guests with good wine!"

He raised his hand and waved, and the door closed silently, and another glamorous witch queen next to him took out two crystal cups and placed them on the table, and then carefully poured half a glass of red wine on each side.

A strange fragrance wafted in the carriage, and when it smelled it, it made people feel drunk, and even Han Fei couldn't help but be a little moved: "Good wine!"

Pigmo made a gesture of invitation, and Han Fei unceremoniously picked up the crystal cup in front of him and took a sip.

When the wine entered the air, the cold liquor stimulated the taste buds on the tongue, and the strong aroma of the wine bloomed in the mouth with a strange power, flowing through the throat and making people feel refreshed, and then there was a wonderful feeling of fluttering immortals, making people feel as if they were in the clouds, and this feeling was definitely not negative and harmful, and it was not rejected by any of Han Fei's ontological power.

"Good wine!" Han Fei couldn't help but praise again, he searched his memories and asked with a little hesitation, "Could this be the Demon Blood Crystal Bloody Mary?"

The Legend of Bloody Mary was invented thousands of years ago by a female demon named Mary, who extracted the essence of high-level vampires and blended them with dozens of extremely precious ingredients and liquor.

The preciousness of the Bloody Mary lies not only in its expensive cost and unique taste, but also in the power contained in the wine, which is said to restore half of the magic of a high-level mage with a single sip, and can be used as a potion.

Due to the rarity of materials, in the Hell Realm, only an existence of the level of the Great Demon was eligible to enjoy the Demon Blood Crystal Bloody Mary, and the fact that this Pige Demon was able to take out such a precious wine to entertain Han Fei was enough to show his strength.

Pigmo nodded and smiled: "That's right, I have hidden this bottle of Demon Blood Crystal Bloody Mary for decades, and it is the time when it tastes the best." ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency, I don't know what Your Excellency is looking for me?" Han Fei put down his wine glass and asked bluntly, "Won't you just invite me to a drink?"

Looking at the wine glass that Han Fei had put down, a strange light flashed in Pigdemon's eyes, no one could resist the temptation of the Demon Blood Crystal Bloody Mary, and after tasting it, he put it down so easily.

"My name is Punk, and I run a small chamber of commerce in this city of demonic fire, and I have the title of baron...," Pigmo introduced himself.

"It turned out to be Baron Punk, disrespectful..."Han Fei bowed slightly: "My name is Xavier, and I'm just a wandering warrior!"

"Xavier Warrior, I like to meet capable people, especially young people like you..."Pige Demon Punk stared at Han Fei and said with a smile: "Please drink, I just want to make a friend, I have seen a lot of warriors of the demon clan, not everyone also has a high-level demon pet, and he can also kill two Red Flame Demons in a few breaths!"

Obviously, all of his actions just now fell into the eyes of the other party, is this considered a solicitation? Han Fei smiled slightly and said, "Baron Punk, I'm just a little demon warrior, if they didn't provoke me, I wouldn't have any intention of challenging the order here." ”

"I like to live freely, I don't want to be constrained in any way, and I came to Demon Fire City this time to buy something and leave, and I don't plan to stay here. ”

Han Fei came to the Demon Flame City to buy a demon core to leave the abyss world, even if the other party was sincere, it was impossible for him to stay, so he directly rejected the other party.

"Who doesn't want to be free?" Punk didn't feel the slightest displeasure at Han Fei's refusal, he nodded thoughtfully, but the words changed: "Xavier Warrior, I don't know what you want to buy, maybe I can help?"

"It's just a few little things..."Han Fei smiled and said, "Don't bother Your Excellency!"

Punk nodded, he took out a golden invitation card from the side of his seat and handed it to Han Fei: "Warrior Xavier, I will hold a banquet in the mansion in three days, if you have time, please come over for a drink, if you need anything, you can also come to me with this invitation." ”

"Although I am only a small businessman, I have many friends in the Demon City. ”

Although this Pigeon said that his appearance was really miserable, he spoke quite frankly and straightforwardly, which made Han Fei inevitably have a good impression of him, coupled with the identity of the other party's businessman, maybe when he really needed to borrow power, he still accepted the other party's invitation because of a little hesitation.

After saying goodbye to Punk, Han Fei found a nearby hotel and stayed for a while, and only came out after nightfall.

The black market in Demon Flame City was only open at night, and it was not underground, and after Han Fei left the hotel, he stopped a rental carriage on the street and headed straight to the ancient arena in the north of the city.

The ancient arena of the Demon Flame City is said to be tens of thousands of years old, and it is a relic left over from ancient times, and when the demon lord Alastel established the Demon Capital, he did not know why he preserved it along with a nearby demon forest, and as a result, it became an open open-air trading place.

It took almost half an hour for the carriage to break away from the dense cobweb-like city streets, and in front of it was an open area, and under the moonlight, a huge gray stone arena appeared in front of Han Fei.

In ancient times, the arena was the pride of a city, and both dignitaries and ordinary people could enter it to watch various forms of games, and it was the most important building to unite the popularity of a city.

Although the arena has been in dilapidation for 10,000 years, the collapsed stone pillars and broken walls speak silently of the vicissitudes and ruthlessness of the years, but the majesty of its standing can still show the glory of the past.

Outside the arena is a huge square, which is full of tents and stalls, and it is very bustling with people.

There were quite a few horse-drawn carriages like Han Fei who came to the arena, but most of them bypassed the center of the square and drove directly to the entrance of the arena, where some samurai could be seen guarding it.

Han Fei knew that the square was for ordinary civilians and ordinary professionals to trade, and the real good things were in the arena, such as the magic core he wanted.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the arena, and when Han Fei paid for the carriage and came down, a demon warrior greeted him and said unceremoniously, "Samurai, please show your admission voucher!"

Han Fei quietly took out the demon gold coin that Sha Luo had given him, and the demon warrior glanced at it, and his face looked a little better: "Let's go in!"

The scale of the ancient arena was huge, not inferior to the huge stadiums in Han Fei's previous life, except that it had been transformed beyond recognition, and there were rows of shops and buildings everywhere, and the bluestone-paved smooth roads along the auditorium divided it into different areas.

It's far more upscale than the tent stalls outside, and there are bright magic lights hanging from the doors of every shop, and hundreds of lights illuminate the arena as bright as day.

This is the black market in the city of demonic flames, and anything can be found here to find buyers, weapons, materials, medicines, slaves... There are all kinds of shops, and there are basically demons who come in and out of them, and there are not many demons like Han Fei, and some of them are mostly buddies or guards of the shop.

Compared to the city, the security order of the black market is obviously much better, no one makes trouble here, and teams of heavily armed guards patrol back and forth very vigilantly.

After a slight turn, Han Fei walked into a shop that specialized in selling magic crystals.

The shop wasn't big, but business was doing quite well, and he waited patiently for the first few demon warriors to finish trading before standing in front of the counter.

"Guest, is there anything you need to serve?" the demon boss behind the counter asked angrily, a pair of emerald green triangular eyes landed on Han Fei's body with a hint of doubt.

(To be continued)