Su Yue sat under the tree, and if he exerted just a bit of force, he could strangle these two cowards.
Really too cowardly, both weak and cowardly.
If the Yangxiang Race were all like this, wouldn't that be great? If they went to the battlefield, they'd be merely delivering military merits.
"What are your names?"
Su Yue asked.
"I'm Huang Kui, and he's Huang Tuo.
"Our city was bombarded by the Four-armed Race. We're just refugees and don't dare to rob anymore, really don't dare."
The big-headed alien hurriedly said.
"Ancestor, spare my worthless life, please. We heard that in Mao Yao City, life could be a bit more comfortable, but who knew we'd be robbed 19 times on our way."
"Spare us, really, it's too tragic."
Huang Tuo wailed, feeling very uncomfortable being tied up, and because of his hunched back, the pain was doubled.
"Tell me, what's the deal with Nine Beasts Mountain."
Su Yue found a vine and whipped Huang Tuo's face directly.
