Gamers of the Underworld

The fragrant wood in the incense burner is burning, giving off a faint scent.

Apple is a professional slime steward. He stands on the edge of the incense burner, uses a sticky finger, dipped a little incense burner ash, and stuffed it into his body.

"Well, this fragrant wood is good, buy more today."

Apple said to a goblin on the side.

A succubus maid ran in from outside and shouted at Apple:

"Housekeeper, housekeeper!"

"Small voice! In the manor of Miss Li Luo, how can you scream loudly, and you can only whisper to me in any future!"

Apple sternly finished, the succubus maid stunned, but still went to Apple's side, then kneel down and try to find out where is the ear.

However, the succubus maid has not found the ear yet, and the noisy sound outside has been passed.

A group of demons stayed at the door of the beautiful manor.

The sun made by magic illuminates the surrounding area, and the entire manor is shrouded in a semi-circular shield. The apple drags the soft, collapsed body and a black tuxedo to the devils.

"Welcome to the devils, do you have anything?"

"I am looking for Miss Angel Lill."

"No, you are not, I am."

"You don't have to fight, Miss Lily will only see me alone."

A group of demons arguing and clamoring for conflict.

When Apple was preparing to interrupt the debates of these demons, the hooves of "哒哒" came from not far away.

The horseshoe's "squeaky" sound is not abrupt in the quiet manor, the carriage of the crisp bells, the gorgeous and cumbersome Rococo style, the dark appearance and the gothic decadence and darkness.

Two black tall **** horses, pulling a black painted pumpkin carriage.

Apple dropped the visiting demons and greeted them.

While walking, Apple professionally put on white gloves and opened the door full of weird style carriages.

A silver high-heeled shoe, stepping on the metal ladder beside the carriage door, the high and pointed heel made a "beep" sound, and the white goose down stockings reflected the pale complexion, and the slender legs only showed a part. It was covered by a thick black skirt.

A ceramic-like face with a tiny curl of blond hair and a black cap that is worn diagonally.

On the round cap, a black flower is decorated, occupying the low side of the round cap.

A pair of huge black wings shrunk behind her, and the girl walked down from the carriage.

The succubus maid greeted her, and the carriage followed the three hamsters and followed closely behind Lily.

"Miss Lily, I am the Baron of the Merchants Union..."

A demon walked up politely, but his words had not been finished yet, and Lily had walked into the manor from his front and never returned.

The devils next to them also wanted to go up and talk, but no one said anything, because from Lill's body, the pressure of the angels made them even have difficulty breathing.

It wasn't until Lily walked into the manor that they slowed down.

"Gentlemen, as you have seen, our hostess did not want to receive your plans, please come back."

After the apple was finished, let the goblin around him close the iron gate of the manor.

As for the demons who are coming, look at me, I look at you, no one can say a word.

And more and more devils who have heard the news are coming to this side...

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[Old Baigan] Teahouse is located at the intersection of the commercial district of Lindongcheng.

For the residents of the underground world, drinking tea is an indispensable thing in life.

[Drink the strongest tea, ride the fattest insects]

Under the head of [Old White], the words such as these are written in bold font.

Sherlock, wearing a black dress, just walked to the door of the teahouse and was able to hear the noise inside.

Sherlock pulled his own bowler hat and pushed the door of the teahouse.

"Hey! Hey!"

A stone man sat in front of a dilapidated piano, his finger tapping on the piano and making an unpleasant sound. The stone man sang a song affectionately:

"The person who forced me to be a lemon is him, and I laughed at my bad luck.

Heartache grievances and tears, I can only be sour..." (Excerpt from "Scent of Lemon")

The singing was surrounded by the old white teahouse, and Sherlock took off his hat and placed it on the hat rack on the side.

The lighthouses in the teahouse were dimly lit, and the inhabitants of the underground world, who were drinking tea, chatted loudly, and some drunk people clamored for trouble, but they were quickly thrown out by the werewolves who acted as security guards.

On one table, several beasts got together, and one of the beasts was mixing several colors of tea, and the people on the side looked excited.

When he mixed all the tea, the people began to beat the table with their fists rhythmically.

"Satan is on, and drinking this cup is not a fate."

The man picked up a huge cup and then looked up and drank it.

"Drink, drink, drink, drink..."

The beasts around them watched the table and excitedly groaned. The beast who was drinking tea suddenly fell down and sipped the tea that had just been drunk, and it was ridiculous. sound.

But soon the beasts noticed the Sherlock that came over, they turned their heads and looked bad.

"Devil, if you want to drink tea, go somewhere else."

One of the beasts chewed a uranium stick with their legs on the table, and looked at Sherlock in front of them.

"I came to [black hand], I heard that this tea house is actually opened by him."

Sherlock didn't feel angry because of the words of the beast. He pulled a chair and sat down.

When Sherlock said the word "black hand", some people were surprised to breathe, and the whole teahouse was quiet in an instant. A wooden cup fell to the ground and sent a clear "beep". sound.

The beasts turned their heads and looked at the other side of the table. The beasts gathered there were also scattered, and the sound of the tables and chairs moved.

A huge boss chair is facing Sherlock, and from the back of the boss chair, there is a hoarse voice of a male duck:

"Why are you looking for [black hand], trying to find him trouble, no matter who it is, you are dead."

"No, no, it is not trouble to find him. I just heard that when he was young, he was the most brave and powerful creature in Winter City. He also participated in countless battles and trained countless warriors. In fact, There are thousands of people waiting for me to train."

Sherlock said calmly.

"So, you want to hire a black hand to help you train your warrior? Then you have the best preparation, his asking price is very high."

"I know that I am ready to pay."

Sherlock took out a small black handbag, still on the table, the black bag opened, and then several creeping cockroaches climbed out from it.

The boss chair slowly turned over, and a white wing slammed on the table, pressing the cockroaches that tried to escape. The wings dragged slowly and slowly toward the host of the wings. On the boss's chair, sitting on a big white goose.

The big white goose quickly sucked all the cockroaches into his long mouth, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Sherlock:

"I am a black hand."

"That's great, no need to be so troublesome. Have you been free recently? Can you leave me a month's schedule?"

Sherlock showed a smile.

"Your cockroaches are good, enough, and flexible, but these are not enough to satisfy me." The big white goose used a male duck scorpion and crossed the red legs with his ankles:

"You have to pay attention to your words, not just the winter city, but the whole underground world. I am the most ferocious, violent, most powerful creature, my mouth, can bite you and regret being born in this world. On! The person who dares to provoke me, I will press him on the corner of the corner, the upper devil! Like this!"

The big white geese extended their mouths to the beasts on the side, biting wildly under his cockroaches, and the beasts groaned with pain. Not long after they squatted on the ground, they didn’t tremble around. Few people looked at the white goose with fearful eyes, and even a beast squatted on the ground and urinated.

Obviously, the big white geese in front of them provoked the fear of their deep memories.

"In addition to the embarrassment of every meal, what do I need to do to be able to hire you?"

Sherlock showed a confused look.

The black-handed white goose sat back on the boss's chair and used his wings to point himself to a uranium stick:

"Clean and comfortable hay nest, water basin for changing water every day, a pond of at least 50 square meters, there must be a yellow duck toy, the one that will ring, the most important thing is..."

Big white goose spit a mushroom cloud:

"There must be a hypnosis story every night."

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