Qianye said: "Is there any taboo?"
William took a step back, shrugged, and said, "Nothing, you can do whatever you want."
Qianye nodded, walked towards the shopkeeper, and then reached out to grab his collar.
A werewolf guard smirked, clasped Qianye's wrist, and shouted, "Little bastard, are you courting death?"
But just as he grabbed Qianye's wrist, he suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, his whole body shook violently, and he flew backwards.
Qianye's movements were not fast, but the shopkeeper's whole body was sucked by the invisible force, and he couldn't move back. He watched helplessly as Qianye grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
The moment Qianye's fingers touched the shopkeeper's body, it was as if the shopkeeper's chest had been hit by a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of blood immediately gushed into his throat. Qianye's hand trembled, and the shop owner trembled as if struck by lightning, and the blood was blocked back.
The remaining werewolf guard pulled out his weapon and charged forward, roaring wildly, the spiked stick was about to hit Qianye on the head.
At this time, Qianye just turned his head to look at him, the guard suddenly felt like being stared at by a fierce beast, his heart was beating wildly, let alone the blow, even he himself had an urge to run away immediately .
Qianye slowly raised his foot and stepped on the ground.
The entire ground shook suddenly, and an irresistible force came from the werewolf guard's feet, and he flew high and fell tens of meters away.
Qianye's hand suddenly loosened, and the vicious shopkeeper fell to the ground. He was not weak, but he was struggling and couldn't get up for a while. In fact, that man had already suffered two heavy blows after falling into Qianye's hands, and the force in his body was on the verge of collapse. How could he stand up
Qianye walked unhurriedly to the side of the booth, reached out and took off the level 5 sniper rifle, then took out a blood crystal and threw it over. The blood crystal bounced on the shopkeeper's face, and slid down his lapel to his belly.
Holding the sniper rifle, Qianye casually checked the trigger and the barrel, without even looking at the shopkeeper, he just said: "This is the money for the gun. If there is another time, it won't be so cheap. Hands, feet, even the head, I It’s not unaffordable either.”
There was no one booing in the crowd, and most of them looked serious. Everyone knew that Qianye's words were addressed to the shop owner, but why not to them. However, the people didn't show much fear, they just took a deep look at Qianye and William, remembered their appearance, and dispersed in twos and threes.
The result of this trial is already obvious. This newcomer is strong and tyrannical. In addition, he handles things just right, and his methods are so sophisticated, he is obviously not a young child. There is no need to think about scraping oil and water from such a person, but if you cooperate, you may make a big pen.
Qianye put the sniper rifle behind his back, greeted William, and said, "Let's go."
William nodded, and left with Qianye.
The place William was going to was a two-story building in the west of the city. This is a rather large-scale shop, the shelves are full of all kinds of goods, from blood race force guns, human race potions, to nerubian crystal silk, there are all kinds of things, almost everything. People of all races entered and exited the shop, among which there were no more werewolves than others.
William lifted his cloak to reveal a badge buttoned inside his collar. The clerk saw that the badge was glowing with blue force, and with a flash of his eyes, he led them to the back room.
Qianye was at the end. He had just stepped on the threshold when suddenly a cold light flashed from the corner of his eyes, and a short knife stabbed towards his throat.
Qianye didn't make any unnecessary movements, and didn't even affect his expression in the slightest. He couldn't tell whether he was too frightened to move, or too calm to even care about life and death. He raised his eyes to William.
The short knife came like lightning, and instantly hit Qianye's throat. A young werewolf with a strong face and a bare upper body appeared from the shadows, fixed his eyes on Qianye's face, and said coldly, "He smells like a vampire!"
William's gray-blue eyes flashed an astonishingly brilliant light like glass, and then disappeared under Qianye's calm expression.
He turned his eyes to the young man, and said coldly: "This is my guest. Put down your knife, don't let the guests look down on us."
The young man seemed very unconvinced, and said loudly: "What right does he have to look down on me? I'm just a useless guy!"
William immediately sighed.
The young werewolf looked down, and suddenly his face changed. At some point in Qianye's hand, a short gun was added, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed directly at the young werewolf's heart.
The young werewolf felt a chill in his heart, he didn't even notice it! And he immediately realized that since the other party was able to take out the force gun and aim at him silently, then most likely he would be able to dodge the knife he put in the throat.
That is to say, Qianye seemed to be restrained by him, but in fact he didn't pay attention to him at all, so he let the dangerous sharp weapon approach his neck.
The young werewolf withdrew his dagger, his breathing became obviously heavy, and he roared in a low voice: "He uses a vampire's weapon, and he smells like blood! He's not welcome here!"
William's face turned cold, and he snarled at the young werewolf. His roar was actually about the same level as his voice, but the young werewolf flew backwards as if being hit by a shell, rumbled through two walls, fell directly to the street outside, and passed out. past.
"Wait a minute! This is a misunderstanding!" An elderly werewolf rushed out and stopped William.
The old werewolf saluted William and said, "Guest from the top of the mountain, we don't mean to offend. That young guy is my son, he's just impulsive in hot weather. It's just that your Guests are indeed not welcome, please stay outside!"
"This is a gray city, not a tribal territory. Why didn't I know there was such an extra rule here? I can't even bring a guest in."
The old werewolf just smiled apologetically, but didn't intend to change his words in the slightest.
William sneered, and said, "The White Claw Tribe is amazing now. You have brought all the rules of your tribe here just by letting you take turns for three years? I'm going to bring him in today. What are you going to do?"
The old werewolf said respectfully but firmly: "Then I have no choice but to ask you to go out too."
William laughed instead of anger. He stretched out his hand and stopped Qianye behind him, his tone became extremely slow: "It seems that the peaks are too gentle, even a second-rate tribe dares to disrespect me. This is white." Claw's declaration of war?"
Speaking of the last sentence, William suddenly let out another growl, and the old werewolf flew backwards, not only smashing through the wall, but also crashing directly into the shop across the side street. Where is it.
The aftermath of William's roar was still spreading in all directions, and all the werewolves in the entire store fell on their backs and rolled to the ground. Many werewolves flew out and slapped the walls everywhere, spurting blood before landing.
Behind William, Qianye felt as if a hurricane was blowing towards his face, and the force in his body moved at will, suddenly shrinking and condensing.
With the changes in the force, Qianye suddenly felt like he was in water, and every move would bring heavy resistance. And his own whole body seemed to be rising from the ground, an invisible and powerful suction appeared around him at some point, and many small objects even started to rise out of thin air.
William's roar rushed forward and reverberated, and the aftermath circled around at this moment, colliding with the force field of Qianye's bodyguard, making a muffled thunderous bang, and then shot out in all directions.
Qianye's face paled slightly, and then returned to normal. It was only at this moment that he felt William's unfathomable strength. It seemed that William didn't exert his full strength in Dark Blood City that day. Otherwise, if the White Dragon Armor is one against two, it will undoubtedly be defeated.
William had already turned around, with a cloud of indigo light around his arms trying to block the aftermath for Qianye, but unexpectedly the force of the two sides had already collided. Seeing the scene in front of him, there was a hint of surprise in William's eyes. Before he could speak, a fierce murderous aura suddenly poured in from outside the room.
A tall and thin man strode in, glanced around, frowned and said: "My friend, although the gray city is free, it also needs a minimum of quietness. What's going on here, can you explain to me?"
William snorted, and said coldly: "This is the territory of werewolves, and it has nothing to do with you nerubians. It's up to you to do what I do here, get out now!"
That spider demon has been able to transform into a complete human form, obviously also at the level of a warrior. Hearing William's blunt answer, anger flashed across his face. But at this moment, the Nerubian's eyes glanced at the inconspicuous tattoo on William's neck, and he was shocked, and his anger disappeared without a trace.
The spider demon glanced at Qianye again and frowned. The only person in the shop who could stand besides William gave him a very strange feeling, and even a faint threat.
But the breath of the other party is just a weak human being, oh, maybe it has something to do with the blood race. The spider demon saw the knives and guns on Qianye's waist. Ordinary humans would not all use blood weapons.
No matter what, this spider demon was about to regain some face from Qianye, and immediately shouted: "If that's the case, then, what is this weak human being doing here?"
William frowned, and was about to speak impatiently.
Qianye had already raised his head, looked at the spider demon, and suddenly released a wisp of breath, and said, "I just killed someone, and I'm going to sell some loot here."
The nerubian's face suddenly changed, and he stepped back almost subconsciously, exclaiming, "Brahms! It died in your hands?"
What Qianye emitted was exactly the breath of Nerubian Viscount Brahms during the Battle of the Black Mud Swamp that day. At that time, a lot of Brahms' blood was absorbed by Qianye, so it is not difficult to retain a little bit of its breath.
The spider demon looked at Qianye as if he had seen a ghost, stepped back step by step, and reluctantly said: "I hope you have a good time here!" After saying that, the spider demon turned around and left, as if fleeing in a hurry.
William was very surprised, and asked: "Brahms? I remember that his brain is not very good, but he is very good at fighting. He died in your hands?"
Qianye smiled and said, "Of course not, I just made up for it at the end."
"Then what are you doing with its breath?"
"Drive away the beast."
William rolled his eyes.