Supplier of the Fairyland

An old voice came from beside his ears. Fang Qi forced himself to open his eyes, his face filled with ignorance.    

What was going on? How did it become like this?    

Where is this place?    

I am Fang Qi …    

I was sucked into the black vortex.    

I will fight with all my might, I will fight to the death! I survived!    

But now … Where am I?    

Who are the people standing next to me?    

The person who spoke to me just now was an old man. He was a rather benevolent old man. It also seems that her attitude towards me is a little special? Pity? Disdain? Or did he hate being disappointed?    

Fang Qi nodded and shook his head.    

At this moment, he was completely confused. He had no idea what exactly happened … He didn't know how to resist either.    

Or maybe … Choice to yield?    

How did I end up like this? Should I choose to give in? Or resist?    

"I... "I want water …"    

The lack of water in his body caused Fang Qi's body to have an intense desire to drink water. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then subconsciously turned around and raised his head with a face full of bewilderment.    

There were some things that would be completely clear once they were filtered through.    

"This is water, drink …" Drink … Sigh … Look at you, why is your luck so bad … Not captured by the True King of Hades, but picked up by the King of Black Hades … "    

"I managed to save my life, but what's the difference between losing it and losing it?"    

"I really wonder what he is thinking …" Hey! He is also a poor man! "    

A water bag was delivered over. Fang Qi began to randomly grope around and then began to madly suck.    

"Cough …" "Cough, cough, cough …"    

Water, not water. It smelled like yellow mud.    

But for some reason, when he drank it, he felt that it was mixed with a threatening spiritual energy …    

Fang Qi gasped for breath, holding onto his aching head and sat up, his face was full of shock.    

What was all this?    

Doghouse? You could say so.    

In a random stone house, there was a bed of weeds. Many people were sleeping there, snoring sweetly, as if they were sleeping soundly.    

There was an incomparable smell of sweat in the air, even human and animal secretions.    

The room was not big, but there were a lot of people, so the smell was naturally heavier.    

The clothes that everyone was wearing were all in tatters, not a single piece of valuables could be seen.    

Fang Qi felt around on his body and all the storage rings on his body had already disappeared.    

Fang Qi's face changed, his eyes squinted as he subconsciously clenched his teeth.    

"Who took my things?"    

Fang Qi bellowed, he grabbed the water bag and looked around vigilantly.    

"Stop staring at me, the treasures on your body were already taken away by King of Black Hades. When you came here, that was all. We don't know anything else."    

Fang Qi replied and looked over. There was an old man with an aged face sitting there with a worried expression on his face.    

His left foot was already missing. There was a piece of wood attached to it, and both of his hands were resting on his legs. His silver hair and white beard made him look a bit slovenly.    

"Where is this?"    

Fang Qi gulped down another mouthful of the turbid liquid, preventing the corner of his mouth from drying up.    

"This is a obsidian …" You were picked up by the King of Black Hades a few days ago, and then thrown here. In theory, you should be a member of the obsidian now. "