blood contract

"You clumsy bitch...I want you to break things..."

"Ahhhhh..." The slave was beaten until he was rolling on the ground, wailing continuously.

No matter how angry Jiang Yinglun and his party were, they couldn't interfere in the affairs here at will. They could only grit their teeth and leave bitterly.

Seeing that Jiang Yinglun and his party were about to leave, the slave endured the pain and shouted, "Brother, I am Xiaoba, Ah Ji." He knew that if he didn't recognize his eldest brother at this time, he would never have the chance to see his eldest brother again in this life.

After hearing this, the half-demon orc named Antonga turned around suddenly, and with Xiaoba in his mouth, he ran towards the slave, and then protected him with his body.

clap clap clap!

Even though the whip hit Antong'a, he endured the pain and used his big hands to lift up the dirty hair from the face of the slave in front of him. A familiar face appeared in front of him, "Xiao, Xiaoba, it's really you... you Why are you here?"

"Brother, I, I..." Xiaoba said the word "I" for a long time, but couldn't continue, only the tears kept falling down.

There must be a lot of pain and grievance.

Relatives meet each other, sad and sad, the two hug each other and cry.

The shopkeeper didn't care so much, so he strengthened his hand even more.

Jiang Yinglun and others couldn't bear it anymore.

Jiang Yinglun stepped forward, grabbed the whip from the shopkeeper's hand, broke it and threw it aside, furious.

"You, what do you want to do? Do you want to cause trouble?" The shopkeeper stared at the group of angry foreign slaves in front of him with wide eyes.

"Okay, since you want to cause trouble, it's up to me to deal with you."

As he spoke, he raised his voice and shouted, "The foreign slave is going to cause trouble."

In less than a moment, the surrounding monster beasts and half-monster slaves surrounded the wine shop.

"Who? Who wants to cause trouble?" A monster orc roared in a rough voice.

Earlier, there were monsters who wanted to make things difficult for this group of slaves. It was not because they had royal passes and I didn't want to be the one who stood out, so I endured it.

But once they become the ones making the trouble, their nature becomes different. Even if the royal family blames them, they have reason to defend themselves.

"How dare you, a lowly foreign slave, make trouble here."

"If you don't teach them a lesson, they will dare to be so arrogant next time."

"Kneel down and apologize to me."

……

Jiang Yinglun and his party had seen too many such things. They knew that these beastmen were just looking for a reason to attack them, so how could they listen to their explanations.

The group was ready for battle, and as soon as things went wrong, they immediately called for help.

Just as the two sides were at war with each other and the battle was about to break out at any time, a lazy voice came from behind everyone, "Hey! What's going on? Everyone who is angry can be roasted and eaten."

Everyone turned around and saw that the person who came was a handsome young man with a slender figure and a fair face. He was carrying a food box, two packages of chicken wrapped in oil paper and two bottles of wine in his left hand. He was putting a large cake in his mouth in his right hand.

"Master of the Gate."

"Master of the Gate."

……

Jiang Yinglun and his party bowed respectfully after seeing this person.

The person who came was none other than Lingling.

No matter where the market is, she will never miss the delicious and novel things there.

The monsters and beasts saw that the person coming was the leader of these cheap slaves. They heard from people on the other side of the ferry that this person seemed to have a good relationship with His Highness the Prince, and he was also very rich, so their arrogance was temporarily suppressed.

The shopkeeper of the wine shop walked up to the person and looked him up and down. He saw that the materials used in his clothes were indeed extraordinary, so he wanted to make a mark on this person.

He looked contemptuous and said, "Are you the leader of this group of slaves?"

Lingling ate the big cake and looked at the other party expressionlessly without answering.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the owner of the wine shop snorted coldly and continued: "Just now I taught my slave a lesson, but your slave stepped forward to stop me from robbing someone. He broke my whip and threw it away. He also bullied me and attacked me." As for me, can you tell me how to solve this matter?"

After hearing this, Lingling looked at Jiang Yinglun and the others, raised his chin slightly, and asked them to tell whether it was as he said.

An Tong'a picked up his younger brother and was about to explain when Jiang Yinglun spoke first and recounted what had just happened.

After listening, Lingling also finished the last bit of the pie in his hand, wiped his mouth, put the thing in his left hand into the ring, and curiously asked: "Musha blood drink? Shopkeeper, how much of this wine do you have?"

"..." Everyone present was confused.

Have you got the wrong focus?

The shopkeeper replied angrily: "No, no."

Lingling was not annoyed and said with a smile: "Why is the shopkeeper so angry about such a trivial matter? Tell me, how do you want to solve it?"

"A thousand spirit crystals, plus a kowtow and apology from these cheap slaves." The shopkeeper held his arms in his arms with an arrogant expression.

A whip would cost a thousand spirit crystals, and everyone could figure out the shopkeeper's intentions with their feet. Since they are in their own territory, they dare to ask for prices at will.

"Shopkeeper, is it true that there is no 'Musha Blood Drink'?" Lingling suddenly jumped back to the previous question.

"..." The shopkeeper thought that this person might have a mental problem, so he said in a rough voice: "No, no. You have to ask me to say it a few times."

Lingling: "Really?"

Seeing this person asking questions seriously, the shopkeeper changed his question with a guilty conscience: "...Is there something wrong with your ears?"

For daring to be disrespectful to their sect leader, Jiang Yinglun and his party became even more angry and eager to take action.

Lingling was not affected by the shopkeeper's words at all. He just raised his hand slightly to stop their impulse.

Looking up at the wine shop, he praised: "This wine shop is really good! Shopkeeper, is it your own or your boss's?"

hiss! This man's behavior and language were really strange. No matter what his plans were, the shopkeeper decided to announce his name as the owner, "This shop belongs to the Yintong family."

Yintong family, Yinxiong clan. The eighth of the twelve families of the Monster Clan. The Ziya royal family is the emperor, and he is the minister.

It turns out that it is because of this status that he dares to behave in such a confident manner.

Lingling nodded, feeling confident. He said seriously to the shopkeeper: "I'll give you two quarters of an hour to call your boss here." Then he pointed to the thin young man An Tong'a was protecting and said: "Young man, go and drink the musha blood in the shop. 'Find them all for me."

The tone and tough attitude that did not allow for any doubt made the monster beasts stunned.

This person's face changes so quickly!

Jiang Yinglun and his party knew in their hearts that the sect master was preparing to attack.

An Tong'a patted his younger brother's shoulder firmly and whispered to him: "Don't be afraid, just do as you do."

Xiaoba looked up at Brother, and then at the human race whom Brother called the sect master. Bravely, I took small steps towards the wine cabinet.

"You bitch, how dare you..." The shopkeeper glared and raised his hand. Five half-demon beast slaves in the wine shop blocked Xiaoba's path, and two of them tried to catch Xiaoba.

Before An Tong'a and the others could take action, Ling Ling shouted, "Kneel down."

The five half-demon orc slaves and the shopkeeper all knelt down for some reason, unable to move or make a sound.