Elf Warlock

The thin man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly widened, showing anger.

Yang Qiu didn't even look at him and just moved things on his own.

He had been involved in a caravan in his previous life, and he knew very well that there was a lot of filth in it.

He just didn't know this at the beginning and thought too well of people's hearts. He suffered a big loss as soon as he arrived at the caravan.

The purpose of this thin man's coming was to find out his background. If he was just an out-and-out peasant, he would be humiliated and exploited by them.

In the memory of his previous life, the faces of these people left a deep impression on him.

In fact, it is not just mortals, there are countless cultivators, they just have better food and appearance.

The thin man didn't expect Yang Qiu to be so disrespectful. He stood there for a moment and could only stare at him fiercely.

Yang Qiu didn't pay attention to such a small role at all.

Mortals in this world are like grass. If a cultivator kills one of them, he or she will only lose a few spiritual stones.

Moreover, as long as this caravan does not hinder the movement of goods, it will basically be ignored. Even if one of them dies, they will not care.

"What? If you don't want to get out, do you want me to send you off?" Yang Qiu glanced at him coldly.

The thin man bullied the weak and feared the strong, and did not dare to have an attack, so he left in despair.

Such a tough attitude makes many people fearful. Without any support, how dare the newcomers be so arrogant?

No, for the sake of safety, we should check the situation first.

Brother Dong stopped the others' actions.

After traveling with the caravan for a day, in the evening, we chose to stop at a quieter valley.

Survival in the wild is the most difficult. A lone traveler can only be afraid of hands and feet. Small groups like caravans can be considered to have some protection.

After killing one group and driving away a group of small beasts, there was no loss of troops.

"Come and see, the meat that was just slaughtered today is of high quality and low price!"

"Old wine, old wine!"

Yang Qiu stood in the corner, occupying a space with some herbs in his hand that he had not yet sold.

The caravan also has its own internal transactions, whether it is a cultivator or a mortal.

He must sell the herbs. If he keeps them in his hands, they will be coveted by the rats.

Yang Qiu still had four spiritual stones in his hand, which were forced upon him by his elders before leaving.

Of course, after selling the herbs, the total amount was only five yuan, which he still looked down upon.

However, the past and present are different, he is just a mortal now.

When Yang Qiu was thinking about using his memory, a man came over. He was stumbling and walking very hard.

This man Yang Qiu has some influence, and it was the same at the beginning.

He was in ragged clothes and his face was bruised, as if he was begging, walking to the stall next to Yang Qiu.

"Brother, give me some food."

"Go away, go away, don't hinder my business!" The servant selling some food waved his hand impatiently.

Now the man had no choice but to move to Yangqiu's stall, reaching out to grab the herbs, "Little brother, can you?"

After saying that, Yang Qiu waved his hand and said, "Go away!"

The movement was too big, and the other person was pushed away and sat on the ground, causing the wound to be affected and the pain making him grin.

He stood up with difficulty and stared at Yang Qiu with extremely resentful eyes: "Okay, okay, I remember you, who doesn't?"

Yang Qiu's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were slightly cold, and he kicked the opponent in the chest.

Bang, the man fell to the ground again.

"Do you want to take action?" Yang Qiu looked at him condescendingly.

The slave didn't dare to speak. He lowered his head and struggled to get up.

"Get out!" Yang Qiu's voice was cold.

Looking at his leaving figure, Yang Qiu's eyes became even colder.

At first, he couldn't bear it and gave some to the other party. In the end, he was robbed of all the herbs and bullied by them for a while, and all the spiritual stones on his body were taken away.

These people are just humble domestic slaves who let their superiors beat and scold them without saying a word. When they are in a bad mood, they are not given food.

Yang Qiu glanced around, but none of the nearby stall owners dared to look at each other.

Finally, his eyes rested on the strong slaves from before. They were discussing how to extract spiritual stones from the newcomers.

Mortals have a low life and no status to speak of. If they want to survive, they must compete for extremely scarce materials.

Moreover, they are often thrown out to be eaten by monsters.

This world is very cruel and dark.

Of course, if Yang Qiu lives again, he will never make the same mistake again.

There are many mortals with bright appearances, and most of these people are dependent on cultivators.

Or maybe someone with some talent in cultivation can be more powerful than a tiger.

Naturally, mortals also have some women. She is as charming as silk. When she walks to Yang Qiu's stall, she wants to buy all the herbs for the price of half a spiritual stone.

Yang Qiu knew her identity, she was just a

Therefore, it can also be seen from this that mortals have classes.

Yang Qiu wouldn't sell it to her, a favor?

No, in their eyes, you are easy to bully!

While Yang Qiu was calculating his next plan, the rightful owner appeared.

"The second lady is here!"

"With great mercy, the second young lady is finally here."

"Second Miss is kind-hearted, we don't have to go hungry!"

The second young lady of the Situ family had great talent in cultivation and was kind-hearted. When Yang Qiu was at his lowest, he relied on her to survive.

"Second Miss!" A group of domestic slaves swarmed in, all of them hungry.

"It's all there, don't worry." Her voice was very gentle and was soon drowned out by the crowd's voice.

"Huh, the weak will always ask the strong for charity as a matter of course." Yang Qiu took a look and a thought came to his mind.

"Shut the hell up! Get in line and come one by one!"

"If you don't follow the rules, I'll kick him to death!" Suddenly a voice boomed like thunder, echoing around.

An old but burly cultivator stood up with his head held high.

The group of house slaves fell silent instantly.

The power of practitioners!

No one dares to touch the bad luck. Once this cultivator is in a bad mood, what can he do if he casually kills mortals like them?

Yang Qiu, who thought of the plan, stared at this woman with burning eyes.

The second young lady of the Situ family was born with a good skin.

She has black hair shawl, eyebrows like thin willows, eyes like autumn waves, snow-white skin, pink lips and a beautiful nose.

Facing this group of mortals, he would smile slightly and express his gentleness from time to time.

There is no doubt that this woman has a good appearance, a good status, and is not weak in cultivation.

For Yang Qiu, who has lived for thousands of years, there is no emotion in his heart. He is just flesh and bones, all the same.

According to the memory of the previous life, the second young lady of the Situ family, Situ Yuanxiang, was weak by nature, did not like fighting, and always had a kind heart.

In the Situ family, she is quite popular. Whether in the mouths of the slaves or among her peers and elders, she is a kind-hearted and proud girl.

In the end, he defeated the eldest lady and became the head of the Situ family.

All the men of the Situ family were wiped out by the eldest lady. Finally, Situ Yuanxiang couldn't bear it anymore and took action to fight for his rights and became the head of the Situ family.

She also treats mortals equally, has strong sympathy, and is often considerate and helpful.

I was very kind to Yang Qiu at the beginning.