On the street of Lao Xiong Cave, where people are crowded and crowded, the group of burly men of Hu Dali are particularly eye-catching.

There was no kind person in the entire Old Bear Cave of Golden Tooth Island. All the members of the hunting group were covered in bloody hands and full of evil spirits. In the eyes of some people who practiced the special eye technique, the hunting group belonged to them was surrounded by a mass of blood mist.

However, compared with the dozen people in Hu Dali's rank, these hunting team members are as harmless as domestic guard dogs.

The blood mist on the dozen men behind Hu Dali had condensed into substance, and the blood color was too strong and turned into a sticky purple-black. There were a few guys who had killed too much, and a faint black light shone out from their Tianling cover, which made them look wild and their rude faces as ferocious as evil ghosts.

This is a group of extremely evil thugs who do all kinds of evil and do everything, and should be killed into the eighteen levels of hell.

It seemed that they could feel the invisible evil spirit on these guys. Whenever the hunting group members who were blowing their noses on the street were pushed away by Hu Dali, they often glared at Hu Dali and others, and soon subconsciously made way aside.

"Those little kids are tactful." Hu Dali smiled strangely and patted the Qinglong Yanyue Sword carrying on his shoulder with pride.

"Brother Dali is so powerful!" Several big men smiled, their bloody eyes turned, and murderous intent appeared in their muddy eyes. The eyes were like sticky flies' tongues, slowly passing through the precious goods displayed in the roadside shops, sweeping over the chests of beautiful women who occasionally see, or like a blade, gently sweeping over the vital necks of those hunting team members.

Judging the value of goods, the appearance of beauty, and always thinking about how to send weapons to the vital points of people around you, and kill the other party as quickly as possible. This is the instinct of these men.

They are also desperadoes who hang out in the ocean of Fallen Stars, but unlike the hunting group with fixed resident locations, they are pirates who wander around, have great harm, and are notorious and terrified.

Sometimes they gather together, sometimes they scatter like fireflies, wandering around, living in a place without a fixed place, being ruthless, and taking ruthless actions, wherever they pass, they will not grow up, seek money and kill life, and have no morality. Just like a group of hungry ghosts who have escaped from hell, the pirates who fall into the starry sky will crazily attack all targets that are attractive to them.

Members of the hunting group eat knife rice and tie their heads to their belts every time they go hunting.

And when these pirates became pirates, they already regarded themselves as dead people.

After today, I don’t know if there is tomorrow. Maybe there will be somewhere to be happy tonight. Tomorrow you may be dismembered by five horses and die without a place to die. Therefore, every pirate is a madman who enjoys timely, every pirate is a madman with a distorted mind, every pirate has strong self-destruction and a perverted desire to take everyone around you to die together.

Behind Hu Dali were more than a dozen pirates, and they were also pirates who had been around for a long time.

Every man behind him was a bandit who had been struggling in the pirate business for decades, struggling out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood again and again, and climbing out of the desperate situation of life and death again and again.

Any old bandit who has survived for more than ten years in the pirate industry will have a resounding title - "Sea Wolf".

The dozen men behind Hu Dali are the most brutal, treacherous, shameless and bottomless among the "Sea Wolves". These guys have no faith, no loyalty, no mercy, and no enthusiasm. They are just a bunch of human-shaped garbage and a group of human-shaped demons. Wherever they appear, there will be no good things.

But these guys followed Hu Dali in awe. Every time they swept across the vital points behind Hu Dali with a trace of murderous gaze, a trace of inexplicable fear always flashed in their eyes.

Hu Dali suddenly stopped at the door of a shop on the side of the road. He waved his arm hard and overturned the seven or eight men blocked by the shop door to the ground. He stood in front of the grill in front of the shop door with a smile, looking at the pig's trotters that were roasted with golden oil on the red charcoal fire and drooling.

"Hey, roasted pig's trotters! I have eaten raw fish all day long, and my intestines are full of fishy smell." Hu Dali opened his hand, took out a handful of spirit crystals and slapped it on the grill, and shouted at the top of his throat: "Boss, let's have five hundred roasted pig's trotters... Hey, do you want to eat them too?"

A group of old bandits behind Hu Dali stared at the pig's trotters on the grill.

Hu Dali roared at the top of his throat again: "Give me another five hundred brothers behind me."

The owner of the shop, a monkey sperm who was five feet tall, ran over and over. Before he could completely take off the monkey hair, he smiled and nodded at Hu Dali for a while: "Oh, is the uncle here? Please invite me! Our family not only roasted pork trotters well, but also roasted whole lamb, roasted whole beef, roasted whole camel... In short, what you want, our family can roast it!"

"Hehe! Not only are there various barbecue, but also top-quality wine! Uncle, are you sitting inside and drinking slowly? Eat slowly?" The monkey grinned brightly. Hu Dali asked for a thousand pig's trotters as soon as he opened his mouth, which was a considerable deal.

Are people who run a restaurant afraid of big-bellied men? As long as you give money, you can eat as much as you eat, but you are afraid that your appetite is too small.

Hu Dali patted his stomach, lowered his voice and said in a muffled voice: "It's all done to roast it? Hey, let's have a few roasted bears, what are you doing?"

The monkey spirit's face changed suddenly. He looked at Hu Dali with a twisted face, and said with a dry smile: "Uncle... don't have fun with the little ones. Hey, who dares to do that business on Golden Teeth Island?"

"So, don't brag!" Hu Dali slapped the monkey spirit and slapped it in place, and walked into the store with big strides: "I accidentally blow your mother, what should I do?"

The monkey spirit's face was thrusting, but he couldn't figure it out. How could he blow his mother up? What kind of dirty words are these?

More than a dozen old bandits followed Hu Dali into the shop. They looked around vigilantly for a while and found that the diners in the shop were mostly a group of "weak" and "unthreatening" men, their expressions became a little relaxed.

Sitting at several square tables in groups of three or three, several old bandits began to slap the table and shout, "Give good wine and meat to come here! Well, Brother Dali wants the roasted pig trotters, hurry up, a thousand roasted pig trotters, come here... slowly, are you looking for death?"

The waiters in the shop got busy like a top, barbecue, wine, and various greasy fruits and vegetables were constantly delivered.

Hu Dali lay on the table and gnawed it wildly. In less than a quarter of an hour, he swallowed the five hundred pig trotters and bones together. He breathed in satisfaction and patted his belly. Hu Dali wiped the greasy face and shouted loudly: "Brothers, eat and drink. I haven't touched greasy for a long time. This stomachache is a little bit, so go to the backyard to relax!"

Standing up, Hu Dali grabbed a waiter and forced him to lead the way to the backyard.
Chapter completed!