The Endless Shuttle

"Do you think I am a guy who slaughters indiscriminately?"

"Aren't you? There are many terrible rumors about you in the secret book, Princess Heping..."

"It's starting to be too much, the child's father."

"...You are. Don't you have no children yet."

"It will be here soon."

Ignoring the two people's leisurely bickering, Liku and Yale looked at each other as if there was perseverance in their eyes.

Afterwards, throwing away the useless dagger, the humans with gray hair and blond hair walked out with their hands in the food storage room.

"We just wanted to find some food, and didn't mean to offend."

Liku said as calmly as possible.

"If you need these foods, we will leave immediately and will never come back."

"food?"

The black-haired youth repeated a sentence as if weird, and then smiled and waved his hand.

"We don't need food. It's just that we haven't seen humans for a long time, so I'm a little interested to come up and take a look... I didn't expect it to be you, boy."

It seems that there is still a chance to live...

Without time to pay attention to the next sentence that seemed to be familiar, Liku, who was occupied by life and death, took a deep breath and asked for instructions with the most cautious words in his more than ten years of life.

"Dare to ask... can you tell me who you are? If this question is impolite, please don't blame it, and please let the humble us go..."

"An Xin, it's not a strange guy, just a boring guy passing by by chance..."

The black-haired youth said in a relaxed tone.

Chapter 62 Capturing the "God of Game" special map

This was an ambiguous answer, but Liku did not dare to ask any more, lowering his eyes.

Even this smart and calm boy has exhausted all his courage just by saying.

When human beings are planted in front of the upper species, they don't have a single position, they are humble and exist like weeds. To put it in a more layman way, it is to have a key of three yuan, three of ten yuan, he is not worthy anyway!

Liku's hand quietly touched another spare dagger on his waist.

If the situation turns out to be very bad and affects the situation of human gathering places, he just wants to commit suicide to prevent the situation from getting worse. Next to him, the blond Yale thought the same way.

Rope noticed the pitiful little movements of the teenagers, but didn't care. To embarrass these people who are not much better than ants is tantamount to insulting his identity.

"Don't be so nervous, boy. I said that I was just interested in coming up and taking a look, and I didn't plan to do anything."

The black-haired young man smiled and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, vines grew to form a simple seat. The long wooden table appeared out of thin air, paved with crimson hand-made tablecloths, and it was filled with delicacies that Liku had never seen before, and it was fragrant.

Such power...

Liku's pupils shrank.

"The corpse outside is very stormy. Even if you want to leave, there is a high possibility that you will die on the road. How about sitting down and chatting with me?"

Although I was shocked by the ability to create things out of thin air, this was obviously not a reason to neglect the higher-level species.

Yarei glanced at Liku, but the latter seemed to be indulged in some kind of thinking, so he said cautiously.

"Thank you for your forgiveness. This is the fortress of the Mori Jingse. We..."

"You don't need to care so much, it doesn't matter if Mori is here."

Rope interrupted Liku and said for the second time.

"sit."

This time, Liku and Yale dared not hesitate anymore, and immediately sat down. Nowadays, human beings don't understand the meaning of "not knowing how to promote", but living in troubled times, young people with keen thoughts understand that they can't violate the meaning of higher species.

——How to write dead words, the weakest human beings know best.

Rope's level of food is naturally unnecessary, but he still held a glass of wine and looked at the two human teenagers opposite the seat with great interest.

To be precise, it was Cangfa's Liku.

The human being overstated in the original book has no other characteristics except for his wit and calm appearance. The strength is only the level of ordinary humans, and the spirit is not "heroic" and tenacity.

But it was him who ended the war that lasted for tens of thousands of years, and pushed the "God of Games", the king of leaks, to the throne of the only god, giving the world the name "Disbod".

Let the war be attributed to the greatest contributor to peace.

"You can call me Rope." The black-haired young man said.

"I understand that you face my panic and fear, so I don't plan to circle with you. What is the current tribal population of mankind?"

"The two of us wandered in the wilderness since we were young, looking for beasts and missing things..."

Yalei didn't want to implicate the sense of crisis in the gathering place, and told a lie "if discovered by the intellectual superiors" to deal with it, but Liku rushed ahead of him and replied loudly.

"About five thousand people."

"Liku!?"

Ya Lei looked at his companion in amazement, wondering why the always prudent Liku would "sell the gathering place."

Rope nodded in satisfaction.

Just by relying on his own creation out of thin air and indifferent to Mori Jing seeds, he could see something. This boy is indeed very smart.

"I haven't counted the specific number of people, but it should not exceed five thousand." Liku stared at Rope's blue eyes: "Food is cultivated around underground water sources, and fur and clothing are obtained from plants in the forest. This is the case for humans. Excuse me, are you satisfied with this answer?"

People need to be acquainted and don’t hide things that are impossible to hide.

Rope laughed.

"Nice answer, it's changed a little bit for you, boy..."

Liku frowned, and when he calmed down, the tone of the black-haired young man who knew him well made him very puzzled.

He has never had the impression that he has been in contact with foreign races-human beings are in contact with foreign races, and surviving is a universal celebration.

The boy threw these questions behind his head and continued to ask lightly.