Chapter 2716 Limit

How can we do everything we want, but we must be honest in our hearts.

There is definitely not enough food, so I can only do my best.

After some more haggling, Evil Dragon Spitz didn't make things difficult for me. He just said that I would owe it now and would make up for it later when there was more food left.

Through the call crystal, I contacted Simmons Locke. After explaining the situation, we set a time for the morning of the third day, and then I stayed on Dragon Island for three consecutive days.

In the early morning of the third day, the sound of the magic airship landing tore through the tranquility. When I was woken up, I suddenly discovered that the magic airship can also make such a loud noise when it rises and falls.

Simmons Locke came down the elevator, gave me a big hug first, and then said with emotion: "It feels so good to be able to call on the magic airship at any time."

All the way to the center of the island, the evil dragon Spitz was lying on the ground, Longan looking at him.

"Hello, I am the monarch of York and Hancheng, Simmons Locke." Simmons Locke took a step forward and introduced himself.

"Evil Dragon Spitz, you can call me Evil Dragon."

"I've admired your name for a long time, and I'm honored to meet you today," Simmons Locke said with a slight bow.

Evil Dragon Spitz still stared at Simmons Locke, and his breathing suddenly became heavier: "You"

Simmons Locke was curious: "Dare I ask, did I offend you in any way?"

"Your breath is a bit familiar."

These words were like a wake-up call, jolting my memory, and the voice of Simmons Locke faintly echoed in my ears: Simmons was once an ancient family.

On the side, Simmons Locke smiled and said: "Did Sir Evil Dragon make a mistake? You and I are strangers, how could it be possible?"

Spitz shook his head: "Your breath is very familiar, that's for sure!"

Simmons Locke was confused.

Seeing this, I tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Have you forgotten your identity as a descendant of your ancient family?"

Simmons Locke suddenly understood and said with a smile: "It seems that the person Mr. Evil Dragon knows should be the ancestor of my family."

Spitz stared at him for a while, and then said slowly: "It seems so. Your breaths are similar, but you are different."

".His aura fluctuations are more than ten times stronger than yours."

"It seems to be an ancestor," Simmons Locke said with a smile.

Evil Dragon Spitz immediately lost interest and continued to lie down, half-closing his eyes and looking at him with gray pupils.

Simmons Locke didn't mind Spitz's attitude. He took a step forward and enthusiastically stated the purpose of his trip.

Spitz pondered for a moment and then asked: "Do you want to ally with me or the Dragon Clan? Please make it clear."

"I would be grateful if we could form an alliance with the Dragon Clan."

Spitz lowered his eyelids: "No way."

"It would be a great honor for me to take a step back and form an alliance with you."

"The price?" Spitz said.

"As long as I have it, feel free to mention it."

Simmons Locke simply lowered his posture to the lowest level.

"Grain, fruits, vegetables, meat." Spitz murmured, paused for a while, and then added: "Fine wine."

"The food has been shipped, and the fruits and vegetables are not enough for the time being. The same goes for meat. Wine is not a big problem."

"Are you perfunctory with me?" Spitz raised his eyes again and stared at Simmons Locke.

Gudu.

Simmons Locke swallowed, grinned and said: "Be calm for a moment, Mr. Evil Dragon, please listen to me."

"explain."

"It's the off-season now, and food, fruits, vegetables, meat, including fine wine, are very scarce. I've tried my best to get food, so I hope you'll forgive me."

The vertical pupils turned to me, and I nodded slightly.

Spitz was silent for a while and said, "Bring the food."

Simmons Locke raised his eyebrows and said tremblingly: "What do you mean?"

"That's what you mean."

"Okay, the food will arrive soon."

Simmons Locke walked back quickly, but I didn't move.

Looking at the retreating figure, I asked curiously: "Have you ever fought against his ancestor before?"

Spitz rubbed the bar and said, "Why do you see it?"

"The aura that can make you remember is only the strong."

Spitz glanced at me and chuckled.

I frowned slightly: "Is that wrong?"

"Not only the strong ones," Spitz shook his head: "There are also interesting ones."

"What category does his ancestor belong to?" I asked.

"The latter category," said Spitz.

"Is it interesting?" I murmured, "Is it possible that his ancestor performed a stand-up comedy for you?"

"His ancestors invited me to drink wine from the altar."

"I can buy you a drink. It seems I'm not afraid of you."

As Spitz recalled, "Not only was he not afraid, he was also hospitable, but he died too young."

"How early?" I asked curiously.

"He was in his thirties when he died."

"Did you see it with your own eyes, or did you hear it from hearsay?"

"Nonsense, of course I saw it with my own eyes."

After a moment of silence, I asked, "How did you die?"

"Drunk to death."

"It's a pity" I said: "He is in his thirties, in his prime, with a great time and a bright future. How much did he drink, and he died of drunkenness?"

"One jar."

"A jar?" I was shocked.

"One jar," Spitz said: "He invited me to drink, and we both had one jar. I was drunk, and he died."

Oh my God, is this wine or poison?

Behind them, footsteps suddenly came. Simons Locke was leading the way, followed by a group of people carrying woven bags. Each bag was so full that the workers could not lift their heads.

As soon as I put down the food, I heard a burst of exclamations and screams, like torn silk, torturing my ears.

Simmons Locke was also startled: "What's going on?"

"Weird. Monster!"

The worker who was paralyzed on the ground couldn't control his hands and feet. He just stared at Spitz with his eyes straight and murmured: "Monster, monster!"

Immediately, the workers were in chaos. Those who threw food threw food, and others ran away. More like the first worker who screamed, they collapsed on the ground and trembled.

"Discourteous!" Simmons Locke yelled angrily: "What kind of monster! This is obviously a giant dragon, a great dragon clan, and the most solid ally of York and Han City!"

"Come back! Come back to me!" Simmons Locke shouted: "If you continue to run around and scream, and if you continue to spread rumors, I will definitely punish you with serious crimes!"

Simmons Locke's shout had an excellent effect. Countless workers who ran about a hundred meters stopped and turned back, although their legs were trembling and they were stumbling slowly.

Simmons Locke nodded with satisfaction and said, "Everyone, pile the food over there, and then you can return to the airship."

Upon hearing this, many workers who could still stand immediately plucked up the courage to carry the sacks to the position designated by Simmons Locke with fear. Then they lowered their heads and came back in a hurry to continue carrying the next wave.

Simmons Locke took a few steps forward, stopped about two meters away from Spitz, and said: "There is not much food, 10,000 tons, this is already the limit."