The true ancestor of the blood clan sat softly on the ground, with a jade body horizontal line. Although he was not tall, his body proportions were very good. Such a sitting posture was extremely elegant.

Coupled with the unique charming talent of the true ancestor of the blood clan, most men probably have to pounce on him when they see it.

But Roland was not fluctuating in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

He has seen many beautiful women, let alone the goddess of life and magic. Just the Andonara of her own family is more charming than her.

And whether it is Andonara or Vivian, either of these two people has a bee waist and a fat buttocks, and has an impressive front armor.

How can a mere self-leveling steel plate attract him?

As for the charming ability of the blood clan, that's even more nonsense.

The goddess of order is much more charming than the true ancestor of the blood clan. Roland can control her true heart in front of them, let alone an old witch in the form of a girl.

Roland walked halfway and looked at the true ancestor of the blood clan who had been gasping for breath, but suddenly stopped.

Because he felt that his spirit was not very good.

It’s not that the body has no strength, but that the soul is tired and the mental power is seriously damaged.

If you continue to fight, it will probably damage your spiritual foundation.

The spiritual foundation of a magician is very important, just like a warrior who refines muscles, has high requirements for the quality of bones.

I would rather have my body cut more than ten times than my bones chopped down.

This is the case with Roland now.

The spiritual foundation of the mage is also very important, and there is no need to damage it in such a place.

And the most important thing is... you can't kill the other party, this is the most troublesome thing.

Then he also sat down, took out a spare magic robe from the system backpack and put it on.

Seeing this scene, the expression of the true ancestor of the blood clan became quite angry.

The other party has clothes to wear, but he can only be naked?

At this time, whoever is embarrassed will lose...at least that's what the true ancestor of the blood clan thinks.

She struggled to stand up, turned around and returned to her cabin, as if she was looking for clothes.

Roland was lying on the ground, intending to close his eyes and rest.

Players do not need to sleep. They can restore physical and mental strength by just standing still. This is one of the unique abilities of players.

He also took this opportunity to look at the surrounding environment and see if there is anything that can be used as a weapon.

Who knew when the God of the Underworld would cancel his magical imprisonment? When he was thinking this, he found that the God of the Underworld was already standing by his side at some point.

Roland stood up and looked at her with a bad expression and asked, "Can I lift my magical confinement?"

"No." The God of Nether shook his head slightly, then she pointed to the table in front and said, "Sit down and chat together."

Roland looked at the other party quietly and expressed his objection with silence.

Now he wants to go back to Delbon City and have a good rest.

After four days and four nights, both sides were exhausted.

"Sit down and chat." The God of the Underworld's expression was still cold, but there was a little more begging in his tone: "Is that okay?"

Looking at the God of the Underworld who seemed to have a little pitiful expression, Roland sighed and sat at the table.

The God of Underworld also sat down.

The two of them sat alone, and no one spoke.

Not long after, the true ancestor of the blood clan also walked out of the wooden house. She changed into a beautiful black dress, white on top and black on the bottom, which looked very simple, but this dress was made of silk from the elves and was very expensive.

It can be said to be low-key luxury.

As soon as she came out, she glared at Roland.

After resting for a few minutes, her soul consciousness has recovered a lot and she has become more energetic.

Roland also looked at her coldly.

Now Roland has some energy to reply. If he really fights, he may not lose.

"Sit." The God of Nether patted the chair beside him.

The blood clan real tribe snorted and sat next to the God of the Underworld.

Then she still glared at Roland.

If she hated Roland before today, only her friend was killed, then her hatred for Roland now has more personal factors.

When she was fighting with Roland before, the attack she was exposed can be described as miserable.

I don’t know where this man came from, so I hit women specifically on the face and on the chest.

With one punch, a pit was cut, and the already low front armor was flattened countless times.

When his face has not recovered, he is probably ugly like a demon.

The true ancestor of the blood clan was so angry that he squeezed his balls. As a result, after the guy recovered, he directly hit her door with his knee.

The pain in the woman was extremely strong when she was hit there. When she was hit for the first time, the pain made her lose her fighting power on the spot.

Then Roland grabbed Roland's legs and stood upside down, tearing it apart from the middle, almost in half.

Such attacks have occurred at least dozens of times in four days and four nights of battle.

It is also because of this that both sides once became more and more fierce in fighting.

Looking back now, the true ancestor of the blood clan still looked unbearable and unimaginable.

In this world, there are such a vicious man who can use such vicious means to such a beautiful girl.

Surely a gay person.

"You make up." The God of Nether looked around and looked at the two of them.

Roland sneered.

The true ancestor of the blood clan sneered at it.

“Reconcile.”

Seeing that the two of them had wrong expressions, the God of Nether took the initiative to hold the true ancestor of the blood clan with his left hand and Roland with his right hand, hoping that the two of them would touch each other.

Roland and the true ancestor of the blood clan were both struggling, but the God of the Underworld was also a god no matter how much her "power" could be resisted by mortals.

So Roland could only look at his left hand and touched the right hand of the true ancestor of the blood clan.

Whether it is the palm of the God of the Underworld or the hands of the true ancestor of the Blood Clan, they are all very soft and comfortable.

But Roland didn't feel anything. Instead, he looked at the God of Underworld coldly and said, "Ms. Sophie, the forced melon is not sweet. The hatred between me and the true ancestor of the blood clan is almost impossible to resolve."

Roland personally does not have much deep hatred for the true ancestor of the blood clan.

He just started from the perspective of human beings and hated the true ancestor of the blood clan.

After all, in Roland's view, the behavior of the blood clan raising humans is the same as that of human pig farming.

So Roland looked at the true ancestor of the blood clan from the perspective of looking at natural enemies.

Natural enemies are naturally the best to die.

Hearing Roland's words, the true ancestor of the blood clan looked at Roland's pupils and more murderous intent appeared.

Although they fought for four days and four nights, the two did not have a relationship because of this.

The God of Nether turned his head and looked at Roland: "We are friends, so you have to listen to me."

Roland took a deep breath: "We are not friends, Ms. Sophie. Mortals are not qualified to be friends with God."

"We are." The God of Nether looked at Roland with his eyes fixedly: "We have given each other gifts."

Have you ever given gifts to each other?

Oh, the God of the Underworld War Scythe.

He gave him a large number of Druid souls.

So that's it!

Roland snorted coldly in his heart, if he was really a friend, would he let himself and a lunatic be beaten to death four times here?

Although I can't die, I've experienced a lot of pain.

Until now, he still feels pain, and he doesn't know if it will affect his sexual life after returning.

The more he thought about it, he became more and more angry. Without saying a word, he took out the War Scythe of the God of the Underworld from the system backpack, threw it on the table, and said coldly: "I will return it to you, I dare not be friends with the gods. Ms. Sophie, this is not how friends make friends."

Sophie looked at him blankly, her eyes slightly widening, and seemed a little helpless.

At this time, the true ancestor of the blood clan burst out with anger. She jumped up and wanted to pounce on Roland and twisted the latter's neck. But as soon as she jumped halfway, she was gently put back on her chair by an invisible force.

Of course, the God of the Underworld took action.

But the true ancestor of the blood clan looked red with anger. If her previous opinion of Roland was just hatred, now she would have more anger and disgust.
To be continued...