The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Ansair took Sandro out of the tavern. It was still noon, but the street outside was unusually quiet and there were not many pedestrians.

Ansel keenly noticed the peeping eyes coming from the dark alley, he smiled slightly and put his arms around Sandro's small waist pretending to be ignorant.

He can barely sacrifice for the treasure.

"Come on, baby, let's find a place to celebrate."

Ansair smiled maliciously and said to Sandro.

Sandro blushed a lot. Although he knew that he was acting, he felt that there must be more scenes of this kind.

"OK."

He nodded shyly.

Ansier laughed, revealing the unique beating temperament of the upstarts.

The adventurers in ambush in the dark all clenched their fists.

It's irritating!

How can a broken fisherman pick up a space ring full of treasures at sea, wear a gorgeous dress, and sit on a beautiful woman.

And every day they tremble with their lives to seek a living, but they can only barely make a living.

The adventurer felt that the God of Light was very unfair, and this wave was regarded as robbing the rich and helping the poor.

Ansel is rich, adventurers are poor.

Greed and anger are the keys to making irrational decisions ignoring all irrational factors.

These adventurers have completely believed the flawed statement fabricated by Ans Eir, and they will do it only when Ans Eir comes to the alley.

However, before Ans Aier reached the alley, someone brave enough to take the lead.

A strong man with a tattered body and a big axe and the smell of alcohol on his back stood in front of Ans El.

He was a head taller than Ansier, and the muscles on his arms were thicker than Ansier's thighs.

"Where did the raw face come from, how dare you block my way without long eyes!"

The strong man cursed drunkenly. In fact, he was very sober. He was bolder than the adventurers in the dark. He first shot the meat, and then shot the soup.

The poor acting skills of the strong man cannot deceive any adventurer in the dark, but it is certainly good for someone to test the strength of Ansel.

After all, the spear was the first to hit the ground running. If Ansair was just disguised as weak or had some other trump card, these adventurers would definitely run away immediately.

Ansier seemed to be really shocked by the appearance of the strong man. He raised his head and said embarrassingly: "Brother, I'm sorry, we'll let us go."

Although this is the pride of losing the dragon, but thinking that the opposite side will soon be dead, Ansi Er does not have much burden in his heart.

Make money, not shabby!

Ans El took Sandro's little hand and walked aside, pretending that he couldn't provoke the strong man to make way for him.

The strong man was originally looking for trouble with Ansi Er, so naturally it was impossible for him to leave like this.

He grabbed Sandro's jade-white hand.

"If you offended me, you want to leave without apologizing?"

The strong man looked at Ansair with disdain and said, and then gave Sandro a wretched smile.

"Miss, how could a beauty like you follow such a useless person, why don't you follow my brother."

Sandro's beautiful face showed anger, and the strong man touched his hand and insulted Ansi Er. No matter what it was, the strong man could be killed on the spot, and his soul would experience thousands of years in the endless flames of dead souls. loaded torment.

However, Ansier grabbed Sandro's hand in time, and told him in the soul imprint to forbear and not to destroy the money-making plan.

There was only a small fish in front of him.

"Let go of me!"

Ansier angrily pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed at the strong man's hand.

Although this sword is too gorgeous and lacks sharpness, it is a sword after all, and the strong man dare not take it hard and can only let go of Sandro's hand.

His weight is not light but his body is very flexible, quickly dodging the attack of Ansel.

The brawny man quickly judged through his rich combat experience that Ansi Er had not received professional training in swordsmanship, his swing speed was slow, and the tip of the sword was still shaking slightly.

There was a confident smile on the corner of the strong man's mouth, but then it turned into anger, and he now has a reason to kill Ansi Er.

He took down the giant axe from his back. Although this iron axe did not have any runes, it was better than sharp, and it was much easier to use than the unreal sword in Ansi Er's hand.

The strong man held a giant axe and slashed down at Ansi Er, An Si Er hurriedly used his sword to resist.

In the face of Ans Air's sword, the strong man was a little bit helpless and pulled back a little.

But even so, he only felt the help for a moment, and the sword in Ansi Er's hand was shaken by the giant axe.

Without the resistance of the sword, the giant axe slashed into the golden light armor transformed by Ansi Er.

This golden light armor is not a real thing, but an accessory produced by Ansi Er's use of natural magic.

This is equivalent to the great axe directly slashing on Ansel's scales.

With Ans Eir's current defensive power and the granite shield, even a full-strength attack by an idle demigod would not necessarily be able to break Ans Eir's defense.

So Ans El was slammed into the wall by the giant axe and passed out.

The strong man was slightly surprised that Ans El was not scratched by the giant axe, but then he was relieved, only thinking that it was the golden light armor that saved his life.

Victory is so simple, enough to eat and drink for a lifetime of wealth, and a beautiful woman is also attached to it. Not only a strong man, but other adventurers in the dark also feel a little unreal.

However, the treasured beauty was in sight, and the adventurers in the dark rushed out one after another. Now is the time to fight for speed.

The strong man hurriedly swung the giant axe and knocked down several short knives and arrows that flew in front of him. He rushed towards the unconscious Ansi Er, his eyes fixed on the storage ring on his finger.

Compared to the golden light armor and sword, the treasure in his storage ring is truly immeasurable.

The other adventurers tried to move fast while constantly attacking each other, and the scene was a mess.

Their primary goal is Anse Er, and money is actually more attractive than beauty.

After all, if there is money, there will be beauty, but if there is beauty, there may be no money.

They didn't notice that Sandro, who was standing aside, was not flustered, and even showed a funny look, as if watching a group of ants fighting for a little minced meat.

The other adventurers dragged each other down and finally slowed down the strong man. Although the strong man was hit by two arrows in the back, but looking at the space ring so close at hand, he felt that everything was worth it.

The moment he touched Ans Air's hand, Ans Air raised his head, and the sword in his hand slashed at the unsuspecting strong man.

The strong man only felt that the world was spinning, and the last thing that caught his eyes was Ansier's disdainful smile.

Ansi Er didn't even sit up from the ground, he took out the low-level magic ring from the storage ring.

This kind of thing that is almost on the streets of the Western Continent is scarce in the Eastern Continent where magic is strictly controlled.

It is most suitable for dealing with a group of warriors who only know how to wield long swords and daggers.

Fist-sized fireballs flew towards the completely defenseless adventurer.

Most of these adventurers only have the strength of black iron, and a few have the strength of bronze, but they were all blown to pieces by the explosion of the fireball technique.

The archer who fell behind wanted to escape, but saw that Sandro took out a longbow as clear as ice crystals from the storage ring, and shot him down with an arrow.

In Ansel's arrangement, Sandro is the profession of an archer.

Although he is a magician, Sandro's arm strength is still capable of being an archer.

After dealing with these adventurers, Ansel began the pleasant corpse collection.

These adventurers themselves are low-level adventurers and have no money at all, but even a copper coin is worthy of the dragon's joy.

"My lord, I found a gold coin."

Sandro said happily when he found a yellow-orange gold coin from the body of a charred adventurer.

As a demigod, Sandro has no interest in this kind of vulgarity, but as long as Ansel likes it, then this is the most meaningful thing in the world.

"Nice job!"

Ansair took the gold coins, and he touched them for a long time. These poor ghosts only had copper coins. He didn't expect Sandro to touch the gold coins as soon as he was born.

I really don't know if Goldfinger has spent all his luck, that's why he is so black.

Sandro was praised by Ans El, showing a happy and contented smile, and devoted himself to the cause of touching corpses even more enthusiastically.

In the dark, someone sees it all.

Ansi Er and Sandro left quickly after picking up the body, and they walked directly outside the town.

Not long after they left, the town's patrol team belatedly arrived to dispose of the body, as if not surprised by the battle between the adventurers in the town.

To them, adventurers are leeks that walk around, cutting one crop after another.

There is no shortage of adventurers on the mainland who are idle and do nothing.

The mayor of the town is more concerned about how much of Anseir's treasure will eventually fall into his hands.

On the only road outside the town, there was a group of masked men hiding on the hillside.

"Fist-sized fireball? It's only first-level magic, and it can't hurt me."

The leader of the bandit looked at the town in the distance and said calmly.

As a thief of a mountain, whether it is the Adventurer's Association in the town or the mayor of the town, he has a relationship, and he will know the news immediately.

From the moment Ansair and Sandro entered the town, he knew that there was a rich man with a luxurious weapon and a beautiful chick in the town.

Coincidentally, the daily task of the bandit is also to rob the rich and help the poor.

The rich are Ansair, and the poor are the bandits, the Adventurer's Association, and the mayor.

Facts have proved that if strength allows, everyone wants to rob the rich to help the poor.

Of course, it is hard to say who is rich and who is poor, it depends on who is weak and who is strong.

Now the bandit naturally thinks that he is stronger than Ansair and Sandro.

The strength shown by Ansair and Sandro has never surpassed the black iron level, but they just used rare magic items to ambush other adventurers.

The bandit leader showed a confident smile. His strength has reached the silver level, and he can protect his body with fighting qi. It is impossible for first-level magic to hurt him.

As for more advanced magic items? This is the Eastern Continent!

"Boss, they are out!"

A bandit spoke up.

"I saw it."

The bandit leader turned back to his senses and saw a man and a woman walking on the trail.

The gold and gems on the man's body almost blinded the eyes of the bandit leader, while the other bandits cared more about Sandro and couldn't stop drooling.

Woman, when the boss is tired of enjoying it, he will throw it away to his subordinates to give benefits, but for treasure, how could it be the turn of other bandits.

Ansier and Sandro were walking on the path outside the town. They had long known that someone was watching them in the dark, so they deliberately did not use their real strength, but used low-level magic props.

Those adventurers are all small shrimps, how could it be possible to feed the giant dragon Ansi Er.

"My lord, I feel someone rushing towards us."

Sandro spoke to Ans El through the soul mark.

Ansair naturally sensed the existence of these bandits.

"Don't pay attention to them, wait for them to come over and kill them in one fell swoop."

Ansair instructed Sandro.

After a while, five or six arrows were the first to shoot at Ansair and Sandro from the air.

Ansair and Sandro hurriedly avoided.

Immediately, a large sword with a silver light emerged from the grass and directly took Ansel's head.

Ansier did not dodge, but instead grabbed the broadsword with one hand.

idiot!

There was a bloodthirsty smile in the eyes of the bandit leader.

But the next moment, the smile on his face was dull for a moment.

His invincible silver fighting spirit was crushed by the person in front of him.

Ansier grabbed the blade and punched the bandit leader's face.

Under his purple-black fist, the head of the bandit leader exploded like a big watermelon and turned into a mass of mud.

Even if I am so strong, I still insist on stacking the soul-sucking blows. I am really a self-disciplined golden dragon.

Ansier retracted his fist and sighed in his heart that he deserved to be so strong.

The other bandits hadn't turned around from the shock of the leader being killed in one move, but saw the woman in front of him showing a weird smile.

Sandro snapped his fingers gently, and all the bandits lost their vitality in an instant.

Ansier could have robbed him directly, but he still acted in a play and did not ruin Shanlong's reputation.

Some green soul energy that others can't see emerges from their corpses into Ans-El, boosting his defenses.

Today is another day of trying to get stronger.

Ansel nodded with satisfaction, he leaned down and took his storage ring from the bandit leader~www.novelmt.com~ Although the storage ring belongs to the dragon's hand, it is not for everyone among humans. There are, at least the silver level to earn enough money to buy a most inferior space ring.

Ansier just wanted to open the space ring like a bandit leader, but Sandro took the ring ahead of time.

"I'll open it for you, my lord."

I saw that Sandro gently wiped the space ring with his hand, and the imprint of the soul on it was instantly erased and turned into an ownerless thing.

He respectfully handed the storage ring in his hand to Ans El, with the words "please praise me" written all over his face.

Unexpectedly, Sandro still has this function, Ansi Er took the space ring and transferred the treasure in it to his storage space.

When he saw Sandro's expectant gaze, he could only learn how to feed a puppy in his previous life, and touched Sandro's head.

"Good, well done."

Sandro's eyes were almost happy.