: 521. Auntie, give me a cappuccino

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"Man, do you want a cup of Bloody Mary?"
Hearing this, Yang Ming raised his eyelids and looked at the maid in front of him.
A tight black shirt can hardly wrap a plump figure, the clothes on the chest are almost bursting, cheap perfume is sprayed on the body, a pungent smell is pungent, a pair of beautiful eyes with a history of life, with three-point The joking seems to be because Yang Ming's too young face aroused some "interest" of the maid.
And as the maid’s voice fell, the guests in the tavern who had been drinking and boasting on their own also shifted their gazes, with strands of malicious gaze mixed with them. If they were to be a baby bird, they might be restless at this time. .
Bloody Mary, also called Huangquanlu, is a drink made of human blood.
In addition, whether you can drink the Bloody Mary is also a test for the qualifications of outsiders to go to the killing city.
Yang Ming is naturally not a heavy taste, and does not want to try this stuff.
Yang Ming ignored the eyes of the maid and the guests, and said lightly:
"Auntie, pour me a cappuccino."
Men’s money and women’s age are taboos to avoid.
Yang Ming shouted in public that the maid in front of him, if he was in another city outside, at most it would make the other party unhappy, and it would not have any effect.
But here is different!
This is a paradise for criminals and a gathering place for villains. None of the people who came to the killing city were innocent people, and at least a few people's blood was on their hands.
The maid’s pretty face changed slightly, her waist bowed, her right hand swiped on her thigh, the dagger hidden under her short skirt was held in her palm, her angry eyes were extremely cold, just like an assassin who had been assassinated, with a foot long in her hand. The dagger shaped like a fish intestine flashed with cold light, and it stabbed Yang Ming's neck straight, trying to stab the unbridled young man in front of him!
The guests in the tavern were not surprised at all, but with an excited smile at the corners of their mouths, they seemed to be very interested in what was about to happen.
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound.
What is shocking is that the dagger that the maid must hit was sandwiched between two white jade-like fingers, and no matter how hard the maid tried, it couldn't make an inch.
In an instant, the maid realized that she had kicked the iron plate and her complexion became extremely pale.
Even the guests who were going to watch the show were silent at this time, and their eyes were frozen.
The maid opened her lips slightly, as if she wanted to ask for mercy.
However, before she could speak, she saw the overly young teenager flexing his fingers.
The Qinglian Sword Art has already been penetrated by Yang Mingrong, and it is already possible to pluck flowers and flying leaves as a sword, and a flick of sword aura touches the maid's throat, which I don't know how many men have defiled.
The throat splits and blood shoots out.
The blood arrow that would have splashed on Yang Ming's face was affected by an invisible repulsive force, and it quietly landed in the drunk cup on Yang Ming's table, the magnificent color rippling.
Quiet!
Unparalleled silence!
Yang Ming tried his sledgehammer to show his hand and immediately deterred the villains, killers, and criminals in the tavern.
The most powerful guest present here is a Level 42 Soul Sect. Most of them are ordinary people. It is difficult for them to understand the principle of what is happening in front of them, but this does not prevent them from fearing the young and excessive teenager in front of them.
The face that seemed to them to be deceiving, instantly turned into a demon in their eyes, a demon who kills without blinking!
It’s ridiculous to say that these villains and murderers have caused a lot of trouble outside, and they can be regarded as murderous characters. But when they encounter a character that is more ruthless than them, they immediately exposed their cowardice and humbleness. The essence of each one was scared to pee, let alone escape, and even the courage to speak has been lost.
Yang Ming frowned slightly.
The air in the tavern was originally muddy enough, but now, coupled with the sorrow of some people after incontinence, it can no longer stay here.
Yang Ming stood up and Shi Shiran walked to the bar. The two waiters behind the bar were dumbfounded, and they didn't seem to have recovered.
Slightly shook his head, Yang Ming pointed his finger up, replacing the sword with his hand, and the cyan sword energy slashed from top to bottom. The bar made of hundred-year-old mahogany immediately split in half, the cut was smooth and bright, and the ground under the bar was immediately exposed. The ground was also torn apart by Jian Qi Yuwei, revealing a huge hole.
"Hoo, ho, ho!"
A gloomy cold wind, like the frost blowing in the twelfth lunar month of winter, makes people shudder.
The bottomless hole, like a vicious glutton, opened its mouth in the blood basin, and looked like a that leads to a deep and unresolved abyss. Looking down, it was difficult to see the end.
Here is the entrance to the killing capital.
Seeing Yang Ming jumped in, the two waiters behind the bar opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but in the end they didn't have the courage to speak and stop him.
When entering the hole ~EbookFREE.me~ the vision in front of you becomes infinitely dark, here is a dark tunnel, all the light seems to be unable to penetrate in, only the continuous whistling wind whistling in the ear The sound, and not knowing how deep the tunnel is, is enough to make people with weak minds shudder.
Yang Ming is bold and calm in his face.
After falling several meters, he finally got his feet on the ground.
Under the dark hole, a pair of blue pupils broke through the illusion, and he saw clearly that this was a long corridor in front of him, slanting and extending downward.
Silence, coldness, and darkness.
Only the footsteps caused by the friction between the soles of moccasins and the uneven stone ground constantly echoed in the narrow corridor, adding the illusion of a long distance in the sense.
I don’t know what the material of this tunnel is. Even if Yang Ming’s spiritual consciousness is strong, it can’t spread over a hundred meters away like on the surface, and there is no way to know how long and deep this tunnel is. The powerful consciousness is condensed within ten meters of the whole body to avoid being attacked in the dark.
When Yang Ming walked 1,462 steps, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions.
"Welcome to the Slaughter City. This is the capital of hell. It is a world full of slaughter. Here, you can get everything you want at the cost of your life."
Pretend to be a fool.
Yang Ming curled the corner of his mouth disdainfully, but didn't say anything to refute.
Turning a corner, a faint light came from ahead, driving out the darkness in the corridor.
Looking carefully, there is an open door in front of him. On the other side of the door, there are many life breaths.
The more you go to the light, the more noisy sounds can be heard.
When Yang Ming walked out of the tunnel, one hundred and one people appeared in front of him.