The elf girl is a little impatient.

"Leave it to help you."

The lunch box replied.

"Help?"

The elf girl was stunned.

She looked the lunch box carefully from head to toe, sneered, and shook her head:

"Come on! You'd better leave quickly! You can be arrested by the caravan, your strength is too low!"

"I am different from you. I was caught on purpose. I ran fast. They can't do anything to me, but they don't look like you!"

After saying that, she sighed:

"You guy, you don't feel the power at all. The black iron level has not reached it yet, right? Go quickly, don't cause trouble for me, you are too weak..."

She didn't finish her words...

Because the lunch box turned into a knife without her time to react, and pressed her down, and reached out to press her hand against her neck.

He took the initiative to vent his breath slightly, and the strength of the peak (level 20) at the Black Iron Lower Level was fully revealed!

"What about now?"

The lunch box has a condensed look and a low and powerful voice.

He pressed under him and sensed the terrifying power between the lunch box fingers and the powerful aura on his body, the elf girl widened her eyes in shock.

She subconsciously swallowed, and while wandering her eyes, she laughed dryly:

"Ahem... very... very strong..."
Chapter completed!