An invincible journey starting from a different race

"Even if I love you, I can't ignore the size issue. It doesn't match. No matter how I think about it, it doesn't match!"

The handsome man couldn't help but roll his eyes. Facing this group of vulgar guys, his good temper really couldn't stand it anymore. "Stop talking nonsense. If you want to stay, give me the remaining small bottle! Now you can only pin your hopes on me, or let's go home together!"

Hearing the handsome man say this, although the others were a little indignant, they also understood that he was the most professional among the remaining people, so they could only hand the bottle to him.

After getting the nectar, the handsome man's movements became elegant again. Compared to the bear man who licked the honey without swallowing it whole, he was much more professional. Not only did he wear gloves, he also brought his own knife and fork. Then, under the gazes of countless people, he scraped some nectar from the bottle wall with a knife, and then gently put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly, as if he was tasting some rare delicacy.

Every move shows elegance!

But this elegance did not last long, and soon, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Why does this taste... so strange."

Hearing the word "strange" again, the rest of the group began to roll their eyes. "Besides "strange," can you say something useful? What did you taste?"

"Don't be impatient. Such a treasure should be savored slowly... Let me try again." The handsome man continued to study it in depth, but the deeper he went, the more his brows furrowed. He couldn't help but mutter, "This flavor... is very complex. It tastes like meat, wine, and even... eggs, seaweed, mushrooms, and abalone... Wonderful, absolutely wonderful."

As he said that, the handsome man cast his burning gaze towards the four people here.

"How on earth do you manage to pack so much flavor into this tiny nectar?"

This inexplicable smell made several people scratch their heads.

What the hell is this smell? We really don't know.

But at this moment, the bear-man next to him said "Oh" and said a little embarrassedly: "That was my dinner last night. Sorry, I accidentally vomited a little in the bottle just now."

The handsome man's face turned green in an instant.

In fact, it wasn't just him. Everyone's face turned green. They subconsciously took a step back and looked at the nectar bottle with horror in their eyes.

Maybe, probably, perhaps.

Even if they give up this selection, they will never touch that thing again.

On the other side, Ivy finally couldn't wait any longer and said, "If you can't analyze it, forget it. The time is running out."

The handsome man shook his head: "No hurry, I can continue."

Then he calmed down a little, and then used the racial talent of the flower fairy to once again break down the nectar.

Take away those weird smells and what's left?

Slowly, the handsome man felt it.

He knew the type of flower, so he successfully eliminated the taste of the nectar and focused on the last remaining taste.

This last flavor is...

The final flavor is...

The taste is...

The handsome man's eyes widened little by little.

No, I guess...

I have a lot of experience with things like 170.

Carefully feeling the taste on his taste buds, the handsome man began to doubt his life more and more.

His father was a purebred succubus, so the handsome man was naturally... sensitive to certain things. His mother was a flower demon, whose sense of taste was many times greater than that of the average race. He himself was a combination of a purebred succubus and a flower demon, which meant... he could clearly sense what that last ingredient in the nectar was, a barren substance!

Isn't this nectar?! Isn't this a gift for Grandma?! Why is there something so strange in here?

At the moment, he was being stared at by a crowd of people, all waiting for the handsome man to give an answer, but the handsome man didn't know whether he should give an answer or not. He really didn't know how to say it.

Calm down, calm down, and think carefully about why this situation occurred.

The handsome man tried hard to calm himself down.

Let's analyze this first. Is it possible that this stuff wasn't originally in the bottle, but was added later, like the vomit of the bear-man just now... Yeah, this stuff could also be from that big stupid bear, mixed in with his vomit. So, the big stupid bear must have eaten it last night, fermented it in his stomach, and then vomited it out... Holy shit, it's so barren and disgusting, I can't think about it anymore!

As the son of a pure-blooded incubus, the handsome man was quite accepting of this aspect, but he was still disgusted by his own thoughts.

In any case, let's get rid of this anti-human idea first and think about other serious possibilities.

If this thing was added after it was given to the grandmother, then who added it? The first possibility is to rule out the grandmother, as mythical creatures are not that boring. So the only possibility is...

The handsome man subconsciously raised his head and saw Ivy standing not far away with a stern look on her face.

It could only be her. As a forest elder, she could poison the gift offered to the Forest Mother. What was she trying to do?!

Instantly, a series of nouns flooded into the handsome man's mind: using a knife to kill someone, excluding dissidents, and conspirators. Although the handsome man couldn't think of the specific reason, he had already connected these nouns.

So, Ivy's purpose is to use the mouths of these outsiders to point out what is wrong with the nectar, and then achieve some purpose through this!

The more the handsome man thought about it, the more he felt that this should be the case.

If this is not the case, then it could only be that the thing was in the nectar from the beginning, and then it was presented to the guests. After drinking it, the Forest Grandmother exclaimed that it was delicious, and no one noticed anything unusual afterwards.

...Fuck, if you think about it carefully, this possibility is even more terrifying!

If the Forest Grandmother discovered the truth, would she kill all of them?

It's possible no matter how you think about it! A legendary hero, careless and losing his life in the final moments... That would definitely make him furious.

And if it is the previous possibility, that Ivy wants to achieve a certain purpose through my mouth, then it seems that I will not end up well.

So, no matter how you think about it, as long as you reveal the ingredients in this nectar, the outcome seems... not going to be good.

The handsome man seemed to see the tombstone waving at him, and engraved on the tombstone was... of course his own name.

The tragic future instantly woke the handsome man up, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hey, hey, hey, you bastard." The person next to him couldn't wait any longer and said impatiently, "You haven't said anything since just now. What's going on? Can you please stop talking?"

"Yeah, can you taste the ingredients?"

At this point, the handsome man had already made up his mind: no matter what, he couldn't reveal what was inside! So, his head began to shake like a rattle.

"No, no, I don't know what it is at all. I don't know how to pinch it at all." The handsome man put down his knife and fork and smiled like a fool, "I don't know, I don't know what ingredients are in it." , I’m really curious, why can’t I taste it at all?”

The handsome man has already forgotten about elegance. Now he wishes he could turn himself into a fool, the kind of fool who can survive to the end.

The contrast of the handsome man also confused the onlookers, who had no idea what was going on with him.

But if even he couldn't taste it, then the rest of them would have no chance. Ivy, who was waiting for the result, finally lost her patience and said to the four people, "Come on, Grandmother has decided to see you."

At that moment, the expressions of the three people turned pale, as if they would rather spend more time here than go to see the Forest Grandmother, because going to see her would feel like being sentenced to death.

But there was no way. It had come to this point, and they could only hope that Aesop could come to the rescue.

Before following Ivy to see Forest Grandmother, the three of them looked back at the remaining foreign aid.

The foreign players, still curious about what was in the bottle, had already pushed the handsome man aside and gathered around him. Each of them dipped their hands into the bottle's residue and then carefully tasted it. Seeing this, the three of them... especially Bruce, their legs were shaking, afraid that he might taste something.

Then he soon discovered that someone seemed more frightened than he was.

It was the same handsome man from before, and the look he gave the foursome was now filled with fear.

……

Soon, the foursome, led by Ivy, arrived at the final hall and met the legendary Forest Grandmother.

At this time, the four people had different moods, especially the three except Aesop. They were so looking forward to reaching the end and seeing their grandmother before, but now they were so panicked.

Even the old forest grandmother, the overwhelming magic power that permeates the surroundings can still make them breathless.

Of course, it's not just the majestic magic power, the huge body is also extremely oppressive. After entering the hall, they have to look up to see this mythical creature that has brought a thousand years of peace to the Yor Forest.

"Welcome, outsiders." The Forest Grandmother's voice wasn't as weak as that of an old man, but rather sounded quite lively. "Thank you for coming all the way to see an old woman like me, and thank you for the gift you gave me... I love it."

When the gift was mentioned, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the remaining three people.

At this time, Ivy turned to look at them and said, "Your gift has brought grandma back to life, so I hope you can make a batch on the spot and teach us how to make it. Of course, the forest will not be in vain..."

Ivy's words doubled the trio's panic.

Make a batch on the spot?!

I'm also going to teach you the method?!

You're probably going to let us die.

Fortunately, Ivy was interrupted by Forest Grandmother.

"Okay, Ivy." Forest Grandma spoke slowly and said, "You should know that the nectar can't extend my life, it just makes me feel a little more energetic at the last moment of my life."

Ivy immediately bit her lip, looking very unwilling.

Having said that, they finally understood why they were received by the Forest Grandmother.

It turned out that their nectar did have an effect on the Forest Mother... Oh no, to be precise, it was Aesop's nectar, or the magic power that did have an effect on the Forest Mother.

In other words, the Forest Grandmother drank Aesop's nectar?

Fortunately, okay, if the drinks belong to the three of them, I'm afraid the three of them are already walking on the road to hell.

Then again, if the Forest Grandmother didn't drink them, then who did?

The three of them subconsciously turned their gazes to Ivy. Faced with Ivy's stern expression, the three of them became even more frightened.

"I don't want to live in such a miserable state anymore. So, I still have my original request." The Forest Grandmother looked at the others with a smile, but of course she was mainly looking at Aesop. "You should know what I want."

Several people nodded.

"But it's not that easy," said the Forest Grandmother. "My status is very high. If you rashly have sex with me... you will die. Even so, do you still want to try?"

Before the three of them could say anything, Aesop nodded first.

"It doesn't matter." Aesop answered confidently, "I have a lot of experience with this kind of thing."

171 Eight times a day is indeed a bit too much

This kind of thing...are you experienced enough?

Aesop's words were so brilliant that they stunned everyone in the forest. Even the knowledgeable forest grandmother showed a little surprise, but it didn't last long.

Although she was a little surprised, the Forest Grandmother's cunningness did not make her question it immediately. But Ivy on the other side could not stand it anymore. She had always disliked Aesop, the unreliable guy, and thought that this guy was not very smart.

Even if she had to use him at this time, Ivy would not allow him to look down on her grandmother like this.

"Oh, you have experience?" Ivy looked at Aesop coldly, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Aesop nodded: "I know."

How dare you say you know!

Grandmother was here, and Ivy tried hard not to get angry. Instead, she said slowly, "No, you don't know. You don't think Grandmother is just an ordinary person, do you? Grandmother is... a true mythical creature, an existence you have never encountered. Her magic and her status are beyond the comprehension of mortals like you... Although I know you do have some abilities, compared to mythical creatures, you are still more than a level lower. Grandmother said you will die, and then you will die."

Sensing the sting in Ivy's words, Grandma spoke up, "Okay, Ivy, don't be so sharp."

Facing her grandmother's admonition, Ivy immediately lowered her head: "I understand, Grandma."

But his tone was still a little unconvinced.

"I'm doing this for his own good. If he refuses to respect you, he'll be the only one who suffers in the end." She turned her gaze to Aesop again. "Now you understand, don't you? Mythical creatures are completely beyond your comprehension, so when facing a being as great as Grandmother, you can't draw on any experience."

Having said that, Ivy thought Aesop would understand, but she didn't expect that Aesop's answer was still...

"I do have experience."

The corners of Ivy's mouth twitched involuntarily, and she felt like the temples on both sides of her head were about to explode with anger.

"Experience, experience! What kind of experience do you have?!" Even though her grandmother was right beside her, Ivy was so angry that her face was disfigured. She pointed at Aesop's nose and said, "Hurry up and tell me! If you really have experience, don't talk about grandmother! I'll give myself to you! If you don't, I'll make you pay!"

Aesop looked at Ivy seriously, then slowly shook his head and refused: "No."

Ivy sneered: "Oh, you're still giving in?"

"No." Aesop shook his head again and said, "Your appearance does not meet my aesthetic standards, so forget it."

ivy:"……"

The expressions of the trio of Stank, Jair, and Bruce standing aside were extremely distorted.

Because they were all trying their best to hold back their laughter. In the past, they were always upset by Aesop's criticism, but this time they finally saw Aesop criticize others, and it was someone who had a grudge against them. I have to say it was quite refreshing. Finally, someone could understand the feeling of having Aesop say the most hurtful words to them with a sincere expression.

Finally, someone else has experienced the feeling of powerlessness of not even knowing how to refute!