"Save me, I can't live without here." Hearing this voice, I knew that he was bitter and helpless at this moment.

"Why?"

"You see the blood pool in the cave. It is the blood sucked out by those insects. I have lived on that for more than ten years. Do you know what habits mean? So once I leave them, I wither and my life ends from now on."

It sounds disgusting, but they know the reason, and then they hear it again. There is no feeling of initial disgusting, and there is only mercy left.

"There should be a solution. Believe us, otherwise we will find you some pig blood and dog blood. As long as you don't dislike it, we won't give up."

At this time, Leng Qianxun had already thought of a solution. I wonder how much he would drink in a day?

"Thank you for thinking about me, but that's the case. How can you go back so easily in this tight guard and full of public eye? I'd better not drag you down."

Although they were already moved by their words, what can we do? Let’s face the reality well.

"Don't worry about these things. We have promised to save you, and that will inevitably bring you back to Baidi. Also, we will do something else now. In the past few days, we will let Shi... Wuyonger come here to accompany you."

Anyway, Shi Qiang had nowhere to go, and they still had a companion here, and someone could protect him.

"I'm not going to be able to see him for a long time. They are the best buddies in the domain.

"Well, we'll leave first." He could hear his voice and was surprised. It seemed that Shi Qiang came this time, but he didn't make any contribution. "Brother Ye, he..."

Leng Qianxun looked at the man on the ground, wondering what Brother Ye would do to deal with him?

"Please take him outside so as not to wait for Shi Qiang to come and hit him."

"Smart." Leng Qianxun immediately flattered Brother Ye's flattery without hesitation, and then the three figures disappeared at the entrance of the cave.

At this time, the two fat and thin people guarding the entrance of the cave were still bowing their heads and discussing a portrait they had just painted on the ground.

"Do you think the two dots on a woman's chest are drawn too close?" asked the fat man.

"How did I know? I haven't seen it before." The thin man shook his head.

"Didn't you eat milk when you were a child?" The fat man disdained.

"Then aren't you too, do you still remember?" The thin man asked back.

"No matter what, that's it. Next, I'll draw my legs, but what kind of thing should I draw in this room?" The fat man looked at his half-body, and could see it with sloppyness. Now he began to worry about the mysterious area between the woman.

There are so few women in their clan that they have never met a woman until they get married and start a business, so they can only use this to quench their thirst by borrowing paintings.

"How do you want to draw? How do I see it." The thin man was simply polite. As long as the woman's outline and curves were drawn, he felt that it was enough. Therefore, his requirements were not as high as the fat man.

"But I can't imagine it at all. Don't it be said that women are thorny when they draw a hedgehog?" He seemed to have heard someone say this before, but for too long, he forgot who it came from.

"It makes sense." The thin man nodded. As expected, he was still a fat man with a big head. He had knowledge and knew more.
Chapter completed!