Chapter 507: Goat into the mouth

The old man was dug out, but instead of digging for glutinous rice balls, Shirley came to dig it herself.
After the glutinous rice are transformed, the big dog's palm is too big to be suitable for the meticulous work of digging people. On the contrary, Shirley in human form is very convenient.
After being dug out, the old man was patted on his head by glutinous rice balls, and he was immediately beaten up.
"You, who are you?" When the old man woke up, his first reaction was dumbfounded.
Then he saw that Kemeng was empty behind.
"What about those foods, where are they?" The old man yelled in surprise, incredible.
But soon, he realized that the man in front of him was the scariest person.
The food of the blood race was missing. It might have been eaten by the man in front of him, or he might be saved, but these were not important. The important thing was that he was unable to resist.
He didn't know how the big dog flew over.
With the slap of the big dog, ordinary people have long been beaten into meatloaf. He barely resisted, but his powerful body has also fallen into a state of half-length disability.
Although he is not a pure kinsman, but he is also someone who has been taken care of by kinsmen. How could his physique be defeated by ordinary species.
At this moment, the old man knew that his life was hopeless, so he could only rely on another alien space with the bar life.
That space will be the real Moonlight Tavern, where the blood races gather.
There are some powerful kinsmen who can open mountains with bare hands.
Presumably the man in front of him couldn't help the power of the blood king.
"How many people have been harmed by your bar?"
At this time, Kemeng asked, the first question was like a sharp knife, breaking the other's heart.
The slightly squinted eyes hide the cold killing intent, and the invisible coercion is like a dragon on Kemeng's head, watching him silently.
The old man trembled all over, unable to tell what it was like, for the first time to be overwhelmed by the so-called "vigour" by humans.
The old man's lips trembled: "No, I don't remember, it seems, there are hundreds of thousands of people."
Kemeng said, his voice raised slightly.
The Dragon Slaying Knife was hidden in the storage props, and the coercion overflowed through the gap, suppressing the opponent.
This spiritual coercion generally does not appear on the initiative.
Usually Kemeng has adapted to the coercion of the Dragon Slaying Sword, and through communication with the Swordsman, deliberately let the Dragon Slaying Sword restrain its coercion.
Only when he was threatening the enemy, Kemeng took advantage of that momentum to overwhelm others.
I have to say that this lift is very useful, and what the old man with poor mental state said, all his brains were shaken out.
This Moonlight Bar has been open for decades. At first, it was not a gathering place for the kinsmen. However, in the following years, part of the bar space was added. Later, a kinsman knew about it and took control of the hidden space of the Moonlight Bar. Hide that level of space, usually he himself solicits guests outside, continuously pulling blood food into the bar for the blood.
Every midnight is when the two spaces overlap each other, but not every day, it depends on the mood of the opposite person.
Another point is that the space journey has already taken place, and it cannot be stopped. The space here will completely overlap with the real Moonlight Bar, and the blood people will never let Kemeng, a shit-chucking stick.
Ke Meng asked about the strength of the blood clan chief, and when he heard that he opened the mountain with one hand, Ke Meng raised his brow.
The patriarch's palm strength is amazing, but I don't know if it is true.
The old man is old, he is a tool man of the blood race, and the news he inquires may not be true.
On the other hand, Kemeng also learned about the old man's life experience. It turned out that the old man had eaten some food from the blood patriarch in decades.
The body of the old man is several times stronger than that of world-class athletes. On the surface, he is depressed. In fact, he lives and lives for two hundred years.
But with such a strong body, the glutinous rice were photographed into the wall. The old man was completely afraid, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that the patriarch of the blood clan would solve Kemeng.
These inner words would not have been said in the first place, but Kemeng used force to suppress others, and coupled with the violent glutinous rice beating people online, he had a lingering heart, so he had to make a bitter face and shake everything he knew.
"Is it all done?" Kemon asked.
"It's all done, no." The old man nodded fiercely. Although it didn't feel good, he still said it.
"Then you are useless now, let me go in!"
After Kemon finished speaking, he took out a roll of tape from his storage scarf.
With a hiss, he tore off a large roll of tape, sealed the old man's mouth, tied the old man's hands and feet, and threw it into another storage item.
In addition to scarves, Kemeng's storage items were all from the Bureau of Investigation. They were borrowed and used as needed, and there was no need for complicated procedures to apply to higher authorities.
Without the old man, the bartender was suddenly much quieter.
However, the overhead lights are getting more and more red, and the surface of the stage seems to be bleeding.
The blood that had dripped to the ground before, did not know when it turned into a trickle, gathered into a small piece on the stage, and continued to grow.
Kemeng left the stage, walked off the stage, looked around, and gradually saw some vague dark shadows walking around the bar.
These dark shadows are very illusory, high and low, elegant and handsome, and they all have a glass of wine in common.
Shadowstream?
No, it is not.
Kemon called these translucent shadows an illusion.
Although it is an illusion, as the degree of spatial overlap deepens, the image of the illusion becomes more and more real, and gradually has a sense of flesh and blood.
The smell of blood in the air also rose to new heights, as if everyone was immersed in a pool of blood, taking a breath of air at will, and the smell of blood in the nose could be absorbed.
Also because of the deepening of spatial overlap, those illusory images no longer sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, but show surprised expressions.
They were surprised that there was only one blood food in the whole bar~EbookFREE.me~ no new blood food.
Is it true that today's staple food can be worth a hundred people per person?
The elegant kinsmen were surprised, but soon they noticed that there was a huge dog beside Kemun and a non-human...female?
"Ladies and gentlemen, there seems to be something wrong tonight. Our old Jin is gone. This young man may be from the Bureau of Investigation. Don’t underestimate him. If you dare to come in alone, it must not be easy. Roles."
"I will call the patriarch over here."
Kemon vaguely heard some vague voices. These sounds were originally very quiet and sometimes absent, but Kemeng was extremely spiritual, and he was standing in the middle of the bar. It was hard not to hear them.
As the space overlap deepened, some of the blood people with scarlet eyes grinned and made beast-like sounds.
Those voices were hungry voices, Kemeng listened to these voices, inexplicably thinking of the idiom that sheep enter the mouth of a tiger.