24.Visit

Who is the old Wolf King? Sounds like he's the head of some werewolf pack. With her words, could it be that this wolf king won't allow me to sell pork? So overbearing? The distracted Glenn forgot to speak for a moment, and stayed for a little while.

Ms. Abnormal noticed the other party's distraction, laughed softly and opened her mouth, pulling the other party's thoughts back to herself, ''How is it? Mr. Werewolf, are you scared, you don't think that just because you got this little bit of power, you're so arrogant that no one is your match, right? That old wolf king is very scary yo, beating ten of you won't be a problem."

Geren looked at the other party's expression of anticipation to see a good show, and instead of answering her question, he impatiently said, "Are you buying it or not?"

"Huh?" Ms. Abnormal was once again stunned, and then revealed an angry look, "You tricked me?!"

Glenn rolled his eyes, "What am I playing you for? Hurry up, if you want to buy it, buy it, if you don't buy it, get lost, don't affect my business."

Ms. Abnormal was laughed at by Ge Lun's impatient attitude, what is the identity of this Coyote Man? And what is his own identity? Originally, it was just a bit novel to see a werewolf doing business in a human gathering place, so she came over to make fun of it, it was also a way to pass the time, otherwise how would she pay attention to such a low class species, and just now the other party's repeated disregard for common sense made her feel a sense of being teased.

"Dirty low-level species! Do you know what I am?!" Her pupils turned from black to brilliant red, and a terrifying killing aura steeply enveloped Gren.

However, Glenn was unmoved by this killing intent, he also followed Miss Abnormal's actions just now, bracing his arms on the front platform, leaning forward, and locking eyes with the other party's red pupils at close range, his voice resounding, one word at a time, "Give it to me, get out of the way!"

The last word timbre became as low as a demon, giving the latter great pressure.

"You!" Miss Abnormal's bosoms rose and fell in anger, one hand gripping the wooden spreader bar, her nails piercing through her gloves and making a squeaking sound.

She was furious, and in the past, a werewolf of this caliber would have long ago had his will destroyed by the murderous aura she unleashed, only to fall to his knees and tremble.

But the man in front of her was not only unaffected, but actually dared to contradict her?

Just when Glenn thought that the other party would make a move, this Miss Abnormal took a deep breath before sweeping away the angry look from earlier and reappearing with a smile, "Mr. Werewolf, what's your name?"

"I thought you were going to start a fight." Glenn rolled his eyes, "My name is Glenn, my full name is Glenn Nibankeru, and I can be approached if you have a problem with that."

Ms. Abnormal almost got angry again, "Fight? I'm not one of your vulgar lowlifes."

She whispered Glenn's name again, "Okay, I'll keep that in mind Mr. Glenn, I'll see you again."

With that, she turned to leave, and Glenn frowned, hastily saying, "Aren't you going to give me your name? That's very uneducated!"

"Who are you calling uneducated!" Miss Abnormal broke her defense again.

"What's your name then?"

"Murphy! Murphy Elton!"

Glenn pronounced the name back, "Well, it's pretty memorable."

"Anything else? Mr. Werewolf." Murphy's tone was cold.

Glenn, on the other hand, looked Murphy up and down without a care in the world, watching the young lady almost stifle an outburst before saying, "You're a vampire?"

This was asked more quietly in case the crowd coming and going in the distance heard it.

Murphy stiffened and looked over at Glenn, her tone equally stiff, "You weren't sure of my race until now?"

Glenn nodded.

Murphy covered her face inelegantly, a gesture she loathed doing, but at this point she just couldn't help herself, "For being the race that opposes us Bloods, you're a failure!"

"What a vampire ...," Glenn said thoughtfully, "So what are you doing here, coming to catch food."

After the question, Glenn was ready to strike, if the other's answer was yes, he would just take the vampire.

"Who told you that we Bloods have to suck human blood?"

Who knows that Murphy asked back, and then also looked at the civilians coming and going around with disgust, "These humans, all of them don't like to take a bath, they are filthy beyond compare, gosh, including some so-called nobles, not even if they don't wash, but they also make some even more pungent smells to try to cover up the smell of sweat on their bodies, it's just disgusting to the extreme! Laying my mouth on these guys, I'd rather die!

"A noble and elegant Blood Clan like me will only suck on creatures that have magic power and are still clean, which is worthy of my status."

After hearing those words, Glenn relaxed a bit, and regardless of the fact that she didn't state her true intentions, he echoed in a loud voice, "That's right, I also think that our lowly and dirty races aren't worthy of your noble status, quickly go find those that are."

Murphy hooked up the corner of his mouth and hummed lightly, "You do have a vision and self-awareness."

After saying this, he straightened his beautiful hat and walked into the crowd with his head held high.

Have been watching the other side disappeared, only that special smell for a long time, Glenn murmured in a low voice, "This town did not look peaceful na ..."

The flow of people bustling, soon approaching the evening.

The black pigs that Ge Lun pulled in were still not sold out, looking at the civilians on the street in twos and threes, he decided to close the stall.

The total income this time was just over a thousand copper coins, less than half of the last time, the remaining meat could only be disposed of by himself.

Putting the manufactured garbage in a pocket, Glenn closed his eyes and his nose slightly shrugged, searching for a familiar odor in the air.

After just a few seconds, he opened his eyes and whispered, "Found it."

Determining his bearings, Glenn traveled towards his target with the pulling cart.

...

"Bonnie, come down and eat something, really, you can't go on like this, I'm worried about you."

A middle-aged woman in an ordinary two-story private house stood by the steps looking up to the second floor with a saddened look on her face.

"I don't have an appetite, mom, I just want to be quiet for a while." From the second floor came a listless voice that sounded like a girl of no great age.

"But if you don't eat something, something will go wrong with your body."

"If I'm hungry I'll come down and eat on my own, don't worry too much about it, mom, go ahead and eat."

"But ... that's fine ..." The middle-aged woman finally lowered her head, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to deepen a bit more.

She looked at the rye bread on the table as well as the stewed bean soup, and didn't have the appetite to eat it, but just sat and stared, not knowing what to think.

Knock knock.

Two knocks on the door broke the middle-aged woman's thoughts, she hurriedly got up and went to open the door, at the same time pondering in her mind who would be visiting, it should be her daughter's friends, usually they were the ones who came looking.

As the door creaked open, it was an unfamiliar young man who appeared at the door, which made the middle-aged woman subconsciously raise her guard.

"Hello ma'am, I'm Bonnie's friend, I heard that she's not in good shape lately, so I came over to take a look, please forgive me for the disturbance."

Glenn was the first to open his mouth and greeted with clear articulation.