005, I like to be kept

Then it fell on the grass as if it had encountered some barrier.

All the hunters were shocked. This man was not afraid of bullets. Did he wear bulletproof steel armor?

"Hey Xiaohei, are you... all right?" Yin stood behind and didn't see the strange reaction of the bullet. He thought he had been shot, and he was so scared that he spoke vaguely.

Blackcurrant pulled off the scarf with one hand and threw it back. Yin hurriedly caught it. Before she came to her senses, a thick cloth coat with body temperature also smashed over. She hurriedly grabbed it and watched the scene in front of her in horror.

The hunters were so scared that they couldn't even hold their guns, and they stared straight at the young man in front of them.

Just like when we first met in the square, Blackcurrant has an upper body and strong muscles, but what is very different from that time is that he is energetic and full of fighting spirit at this moment, which is completely different from that time, no, and just now.

"I'm really sorry..." Such a strange sentence escaped from his mouth. If he didn't know how to escape, he was kicked in the head by a donkey.

It's a pity that it's too late to know.

The next scene was so violent that a day after the incident, Yin was still in extreme shock.

The eight hunters present, without exception, were kicked off their noses, broke their arms, broke a few ribs to varying degrees, and lost a few teeth. When she came to her senses, there was an apocalyptic tragedy in front of her, and this tragedy was all done by Blackcurrant alone.

So this guy is obviously terribly strong. How on earth did he become a slave?

"Hey," a hand shook in front of his eyes, pulled Yin back to reality, and looked at a smelly face that couldn't be more smelly. "I'm not full yet."

Yin subconsciously replied, "Then you continue to eat."

Blackcurrant calmly pointed to the petrified shopkeeper: "No more."

Nani?! How could you empty a restaurant?! Does a fight really consume so much energy?!

In the end, Yin could only count the gold coins in the money bag and took him to the next store to continue to eat. Finally, when the gold coins were out, Blackcurrant stood up from the table with satisfaction.

Yin, who was full of cows, walked out of the store behind him with an empty purse.

The whole day has passed. Blackcurrant didn't say anything other than "I'm hungry", "I'm sleepy" and the sentence "I'm not full yet". Yin thought he should at least explain why he became a slave, because it's impossible. If you want to arrest him as a slave, won't he be Don't you even know your mother?

"I said, Xiaohei," the mountain refused to be a person, so he had to be a person. Yin quickly caught up with him and walked side by side with him, but the two were too different. At most, they walked side by side. "You are so powerful, why are you sold to the slave market?"

Blackcurrant was silent, and Yin was not discouraged. He continued to chat next to him: "You must have been a top master in the past, right? Did your opponent drug you and then take the opportunity to sell you? Or a group of people came and beat you into a serious injury without rules. When you wake up, you will find that you have become a mummy, with bandages all over your body, and you can't escape? Or..."

"No." No one could stand the silence in his ear. The blackcurrant finally couldn't stand it and interrupted her.

Yin blinked: "Why is that?"

Blackcurrant stopped to think about it and replied seriously, "I like to be taken care of."

With a crash, the Yin behind him broke to the ground.

Hey, is there any mistake? People like Qiangcheng actually like to be raised. Are you kidding?

No matter how she asked, the black gallon just clenched his teeth and didn't explain much. When he was in a hurry, he would say "I'm hungry" lightly. Yin immediately stopped and went to find the corner to draw a circle.

It was not until a few days passed that Yin remembered the monster dragged into the dimension by herself. She broke her fingers and calculated that it had not eaten for about five days... "Ah, ah, ah, ah, it's killing!" Yin screamed and quickly threw down the knife and fork to open the dimension. She saw a white figure run out extremely lightly, shaking her hair against the sun, looking extremely comfortable.

People in the restaurant looked at them inexplicably.

The monster stretched his muscles and bones, then turned around, rubbed his calf with his hairy head, and then quietly lay down at her feet to sleep.

"Ah, that seems to be Qiongqi. I heard that the city owner of Marco Polo is buying this kind of monster with a lot of money. It's very precious." I heard about it too! Is that Qiongqi? Why is it different from the legend?" Shouldn't Qiongqi be a very ferocious oriental monster? How can it be so meek? I'm sure it's not." It's hard to say. Maybe it's more tame and meek. If you don't believe it, you can tease me. If it's true, you will definitely eat one of your arms." Go! I won't joke about my life."

The conversation between the guests in the restaurant kept coming. Yin couldn't help touching the elbow of the black gallon: "They said that this white guy is poor, and there are still people buying it with a lot of money. Why don't we sell it?" Black currants don't respond, and it's usually impossible to expect him to listen to you when he eats.

Yin was about to say something else when she suddenly felt that the skirt had been pulled. She looked down and was so scared that her hair stood up.

The monster, which should have been legendary and extremely ferocious, actually looked up at herself with tears. That look made her feel that if she really sold it or ignored it, it was simply a sin.

You can't have another mouth for nothing!

Fortunately, although Qiongqi is rigidly entangled, it is definitely easier to serve than blackcurrant. It is very good to eat nothing. Let it follow it, it will honestly play a pet and let it go back to the dimension to hide. It will definitely do it without saying anything. Yin couldn't help but feel that life is still very beautiful: "Those who are obedient are good pets."

The voice of saying this was not loud, and it happened to be heard by the blackcurrant walking not far ahead. The latter stopped his feet with an unhappy face and bent down to stare at her. What are you doing?" Inexplicably, he straightened the scarf for him.

Blackcurrant suddenly became not angry again, straightened up and continued to walk forward.

"Hey! After so many days, where are you going to take me? Yin finally couldn't help asking loudly.

Obviously, I am the owner. Why have I been following him for so many days without any independent choice?

This question seemed to embarrass him. He thought for a while and replied, "I don't know." Yin was so angry that she almost vomited blood and died.

How dare you follow him to two or three towns without even a destination? Yin was really angry. He swang the bread stick in his hand and patted him on the head. Blackcurrant was not angry. He rubbed the back of his head and said indifferently, "The farther away from him, the better."

This is the second time that Yin has heard of "he", but she still doesn't know who this "he" is. She can't help asking, "Who are you talking about?" A very powerful person? Your enemy?"

Blackcurrant was silent again, as if he hadn't said anything just now. He waved his hand in frustration: "Forget it. Anyway, you have said that the slave hasn't passed. If you don't say it, you won't say it. I won't ask again in the future."

Rarely, Blackcurrant took the initiative to say, "You used to be a nobleman?"

Yin blinked and seemed to be curious about how he saw it: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Blackcurrant held his arm and didn't know where to look: "You have a very contradictory temperament."

Very contradictory temperament... What does it mean? Before Yin could figure it out, he consciously explained, "You are as stupid and naive as those noble ladies, but not as self-righteous as they are."

This is the longest sentence Yin has heard from him since they met, so that they made a mistake at the point at the beginning and didn't notice that there was a "stupid and naive" adjective in front of them. When they reacted, they had lost the best time to lose their temper, so they had to say, "Because I'm a waste. How can you want a waste? I thought so."

"..." Blackcurrant was silent for a while and retorted, "You are not."

Yin couldn't help laughing: "You don't have to comfort me. This is a recognized fact. I have a dark attribute physique. My magic affinity is poor, my physical fitness is poor, and I can't do anything." With that, a cold face approached and couldn't help trembling.

Blackcurrant's cold eyes looked straight into her eyes, like a wedge into a wooden stake, so that Yin didn't even have the ability to withdraw.

"I said no, so it's not." It's that kind of unreasonable tone again.

Yin had to raise her hand and surrender: "Well, you can say whatever you say." His master is really too cowardly, and the slave is pressing his head everywhere.

After threatening his master, Blackcurrant strode forward like a pioneer. Yin followed, trying to find something to adjust the atmosphere. Suddenly, a group of children's noise came from in front of him. Hearing the cheerful voice, he seemed to have met an autumn outing team.

Soon the "Autumn Tour Team" appeared in their vision. It was a teenager who looked similar to his age and a group of twelve or three-year-old children. The teenager was surrounded by them like a hero, carrying a sword that did not match his physique on his shoulders, and the other children also held some magic wands, bows and arrows in their hands. Such weapons.

Are you playing a role-playing game? Yin remembers that there are often such activities in the college, but it has nothing to do with her.

"Huh, is there anyone else passing by here?" A girl in the team noticed them and stopped curiously to look back.

Yin just took the opportunity to ask, "What game are you playing?"

The little girl shook her head and happily raised the small wand in her hand: "We are going to kill demons!" A group of children happily echoed.

... Kill demons and eliminate demons? You guys? The corners of Yin's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say next. The teenager in the team arrogantly raised his chin and asked in an incompretible tone, "Hey, woman, what does that expression mean? Don't you believe in my ability?"

"Ha..." Yin looked at him up and down, but she really didn't see anything extraordinary about him. "That's not true."

The teenager's expression smelled even more, and he shouted, "That means you still look down on me!"

Yin was embolded by his fierce appearance. He quickly waved his hand and said with a dry smile, "No, no, how come? I'm sure it won't. You're a powerful big shot at first sight. How can I look down on you..." He said and crutched the blackcurrant beside him with his elbow, "Is that right?"

Blackcurrant looked down at the teenager with an expressionless face, and then snorted and said nothing.

The teenager was more or less a little wink. He knew that the tall man in front of him was better than himself no matter how he looked at it, so he would never be stupid enough to provoke him. He took his arm and stepped back: "I'm going to take my soldiers to kill Warcraft. If you are afraid, you can hide in the village in front of you. Hide, I won't laugh at you."

Yin tried to resist the desire to complain and asked with a smile, "Can I follow you to have a look?" As soon as the teenager wanted to refuse, she immediately looked very longing: "The hero kills warcraft for the people. It's so romantic to think about it!" So the teenager couldn't say what he refused.