Whether it was Su Qiao's bright, refined features, her healthy wheat-colored skin, her curvaceous figure, or the cold, alluring air of sexy wildness that clung to her from head to toe, everything about her was incredibly attractive.
It could be said that a woman like her was exactly what the beastmen found beautiful. Someone like Roland, with her fair skin and petite stature, seemed too weak and lacking in flavor to them.
Han stood to one side, doing his best to block everyone's view. His face was as sour as a rotten egg, and Cold Qi swirled around him.
Host, your man's lips are practically drooping low enough to hang a teapot from.
"Let him sulk, then! It's good for him to have a sense of danger."
Su Qiao stirred the soup with a spoon while observing her surroundings, seeing if there was anything useful that she could trade for.
They had brought so much pottery and sausage today, and not merely to trade for salt.
Just as some beastmen began itching to come over and ask about the clay pot and the soup, a swaggering group entered the trading grounds.
The beastman leading them was extremely robust, nearly two meters tall. His skin was dark, his eyes were like two little lanterns, and he even had a full beard covering his face.
Brutal, rugged, fierce.
All of these qualities could be seen at a glance in him.
Host, Roland is here. She came with these tiger-clan people, and it seems she's doing quite well among them. The tiger-clan beastmen are very respectful toward her.
Hah, she probably went and pretended to be the Divine Emissary again!
"What about Xize and the others?"
Xize is here too, but his complexion doesn't look very good, as if someone had cheated on