The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

In fact, Valk wasn't sure how strong Ans El was, but he could only sense that there was an incomparably strong vitality here.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've seen such a huge golden dragon. If you don't tell me, I'll think you're the cub of some legendary creature."

Valk politely flattered Ans El.

"My master is still young, and he will definitely grow bigger than the world in the future. I love the Lord so much!"

Sandro's remarks made Ansier numb.

He couldn't help it, he stretched out his dragon claws and flicked Sandro lightly.

As soon as Ansir's dragon claws touched Sandro's robe, he felt a powerful shock.

Able to become a demigod powerhouse, although Sandro has some flaws in his personality, he still has nothing to say about his strength.

So Sandro bounced out all of a sudden.

He didn't evade or counterattack, which made Ansier a little touched.

Ansel suddenly thought that when he licked his sister before, her sister seemed to be similar to her now.

Why is it difficult to lick a dog?

"Boss, boss, they want to do it again!"

Sandro quickly flew back towards Ans El, as if Ans El had opened up a new attribute for him at once.

"roll!"

The sound exploded in the air like thunder.

A gust of wind blew towards Sandro from Ansel's mouth, causing his body to stagnate slightly.

"Okay, Sandro, your hobbies are as puzzling as before for kobolds."

Valk looked at the combination of a dragon and a lich and said with a smile.

However, Sandro found the bottom of the steps. He couldn't use words to fight back against Ansi Er, but he could use words to fight back against Valk.

"Valke, you are still the same as before. You look like a dog. How can you look like a kobold."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Valk tugged at his tie and said shamelessly.

"you!"

Sandro wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ansel.

"Okay, Sandro, don't forget what we're here for."

Sandro finally recalled that they wanted to ask Valk to borrow the magic circle that went to the third underground floor.

"Valke, don't talk nonsense with you anymore, we're going to borrow your magic circle here."

"There is no problem with borrowing the magic circle. You are not human anyway. But please let me do my best as a landlord and show you the scenery of our second underground floor."

Valk invited.

"Stop doing this, hurry up, let's hurry up."

Sandro said.

But Valk looked at Ansi Er, he knew that Ansi Er had the right to speak to Sandro.

"Shandre, I'm not in a hurry. Since Valk sincerely invites us, I would also like to see the scenery on the second basement floor."

Ansel said with a smile, although Valk is a kobold and a dragonborn, Ansel is not tired of the inexplicably friendly aristocratic smell.

In fact, Ansel is not in a hurry to return to the main world. After all, the human magicians there are much more dangerous than the underground world.

He was just tired of staying on the first basement floor, but he had never seen the scenery on the second basement floor.

"please follow me."

Valk held a scepter and flew gracefully into the sky.

Anseir followed closely, and Sandro naturally had to keep up.

The three kobolds who were completely forgotten on the ground were finally dragged back for treatment at this time.

No kobold dared to interrupt the conversation of the demigods. For the strong, the weak always lacked a sense of existence.

......

An upright young male tauren is working hard in the farmland.

As tauren, planting vegetables is their gift from the **** of planting, and it is also their lifelong pleasure.

"Ah, little green worm, how dare you eat the vegetables I grow!"

The tauren nimbly picked up a small green worm with his fat hoof. The small green worm was still writhing and struggling on his hoof. It didn't understand how it flew up while it was eating lunch.

The tauren squeezed the little bug in his hand, and the little green bug immediately turned into a pool of green blood.

"I told you to eat the vegetables I planted!"

The tauren said viciously.

He looked distressedly at the vegetable leaves that were bitten by insects in front of him.

He secretly looked around for a week, but no other tauren paid attention to his figure.

The tauren stretched his head to the bitten vegetable leaf.

So sweet! So fragrant! As expected, I planted it myself!

The tauren was not satisfied after eating the vegetable leaves, so he accidentally ate more than half of the vegetable.

Oops, I seem to have eaten a little too much.

He looked around with a guilty conscience, and quietly wanted to leave.

Suddenly, a huge shadow was cast, and the Tauren people felt that the sky was suddenly dark, the sun was completely blocked, and the field of vision was very limited.

The tauren who ate it suddenly turned around.

Anyway, I ate half of them, so I might as well eat them all, anyway, no one can see me now that it's dark.

He lay down in the vegetable field and ate happily.

In the sky, it was Anselm flying over like a mountain.

"This is a vegetable field planted by the tauren people to provide vegetable food for other races."

Valk introduced Ansair like a tour guide.

The first basement provides meat food~www.wuxiaspot.com~The second basement provides vegetable food, which is the foundation of the entire underground world.

Because of the signing of the contract, the entire underground world lost the normal link of commodity exchange, and became an equal distribution of materials.

This kind of equal distribution of materials is not distributed according to work, because the source of happiness for the tauren is farming, and they almost contract all the vegetable fields.

In the end, the problem of distribution of materials falls on the heads of the various demigods.

Looking at the green and green appearance of the 10,000 acres of vegetable fields on the ground, Ansel looked relatively comfortable.

Valk and Ansel continued onward, and they came to the huge arena wrapped in the vegetable field.

The arena made of bricks and stones was full of seats, and there was a group of creatures fighting **** battles in the arena.

Every time a species falls, deafening cheers erupt from the audience.

Anse Er couldn't help but look at the noisy and restless atmosphere in the arena with a headache.

This feeling reminded him of the "Manic Moon" on the basement floor.

Having worked as an executioner on the basement floor for a year, Ans El felt that he was about to vomit when he killed beasts, and he had no interest in this **** fight scene.

Valk introduced the arena to Ans El.

"This arena was jointly built by some other tribes. Because the underground world lacks entertainment links, many races of certain status will watch plays on the arena."

Walker tidied up the corners of his clothes before speaking.

"Dueling is a savage game, and acts like an uncivilized beast, which is naturally not what a gentleman like me likes. So I don't pay much attention to this arena. Next, let me show you what I am most attracted to. A place of pride."