Chapter 106: Bully

The tavern owner was annoyed.
The news of the blood mist spreading from the Principality of Dinos has reached this side, and the residents of the city have moved away. He has to stay here to make more money.
As for Holden, this was a gangster in the city, but he changed his mind and worked in his tavern six months ago.
Whoever thought of this guy's sudden nature exposure, actually wanted to grab money.
Seeing several other guests in the tavern looked at him suspiciously, the tavern owner was bitter.
Is so engaged in this guy, how can I continue my business?
But let him stop ...
Glanced at the dagger in Horton's hand, and the pub owner stepped back while covering his stomach.
Horton took a punch and forced his "boss" back, then raised his eyebrows provocatively towards Rennes.
He drew a dagger from his waist and played it casually in his hand. He said to Ren: "Hand over your money immediately, otherwise don't blame Laozi's dagger for not having long eyes."
Ryan looked at him with a smile.
In Ren's eyes, killing such a guy is not much harder than pinching a locust.
He wasn't pretending, but just found the situation in front of him very interesting.
Is like an ant's teeth clawing and robbing an elephant.
Ren's expression made Horton feel a deep humiliation.
Punks are very strong in self-esteem, and turning a blind eye is undoubtedly the biggest insult to them.
Horton was angry.
"Hmm, it seems to be a foreigner who doesn't know how to write dead words," he looked fiercely and waved his dagger at Rennes. "If that's the case, then you die!"
The moment he wielded a dagger, Horton felt very comfortable.
He likes the feeling of taking the fate of others in his own hands.
Every time he sees those who are bullied by him begging for mercy, he can always get the greatest satisfaction.
If he had a noble servant half a year ago, he would not succumb to this bistro to work.
And now, it is rumored that the blood mist is coming, the scarlet incident has swept through again, and the noble master has long ran away with his mouth.
This made Horton realize that his opportunity came.
At least, can you enjoy the unbridled pleasure before death?
The pub owner closed his eyes and sighed that the pub ’s reputation might be stinking.
Several other guests exclaimed.
It's just that no one is going to stop it.
On the Shenyao Continent, people are the most indispensable. The matter of killing is nothing unusual, but the slightly famous ground ruffians have human lives on their hands.
Not to mention, this chaotic town has lost its order.
Everyone thinks Ren is dead.
Horton's expression was fierce, and his dagger crossed an arc in the air.
He was fierce in his eyes, and while in midair, he turned the dagger sharply and moved it from Rennes' chest to his abdomen.
Piercing the chest would kill you, which was obviously not what Horton wanted.
He was waiting for the foreigners in front of him to helplessly ask for mercy.
This reminded him of the tramp who was murdered three years ago, and could not help but narrowed his eyes.
Just as the dagger was about to stab Ryan's chest, Horton had even foreseen the surging blood, and suddenly heard a "click" sound.
The voice was a little harsh in the quiet tavern, making everyone's eyes gathered in the past.
The pub owner opened his eyes, and then the eyes stared at the boss, with lingering panic in his eyes.
Tapa!
A diner stunned and dropped the cutlery in his hand.
The entire pub became quiet and audible again.
Everyone looked at Renn with horror.
"You ..." Houghton choked with half of his words, his face turned red, and he turned pale again.
Everyone saw that a transparent shield appeared in front of Rennes.
The shield was suspended in the air, blocking Horton's dagger, and there was no trace of damage on it.
Goodong!
Horton swallowed and subconsciously stabbed the dagger forward, still motionless.
The look on Rennes's face was as usual.
"Why, fun?" Ren said lightly.
Horton laughed dryly: "Just kidding, kidding."
His body was trembling slightly, and the hand holding the dagger swayed like a sheep seizure.
Ryan withdrew his mental power, and the shield formed by witchcraft disappeared suddenly.
He looked at the pub owner: "Can I prepare my meals?"
The pub owner was stunned, and nodded in a hurry: "I will, I will!"
Oh, this guy turned out to be a wizard! The tavern owner was still shocked.
As he turned and left, he slightly glanced at Horton, and some gloating.
Ryan walked to the nearest empty table.
This terrified Horton slightly relieved: It looks like he is not going to care about me.
Thinking about this, he secretly complacent, secretly thinking about how to brag to his companions.
Think of me, Horton, but with a dagger against a wizard, he didn't dare to strike me. Holden thought, more and more proud.
His body no longer trembles, and he glanced down at Ren's back.
Horton never had the idea of ​​gratitude, in his thinking there was only weak meat and strong food. Regardless of whether the opponent is disdainful or scrupulous, as long as he does not start, he will not be respected by him.
On the contrary, if Ryan started to abolish him, he would be in awe.
This is a typical bully and fear!
Seeing that Ryan sat down, Horton breathed a sigh of relief, and would go out when he lifted his legs.
Although he looks down on the wizard of Rennes ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but he is not stupid, he can only keep his "victories" by leaving this place.
Just when he took a step, he suddenly heard a voice behind his back: "Did I let you go?"
The tone was bland, but Horton's face changed suddenly.
He turned back stiffly and saw that Ren was sleeping with his eyes closed, as if he was not the one who said that.
"It must be an illusion." Horton told himself deceivingly.
He took another step.
"Hehe." A sneer came out.
Horton suddenly felt cold.
Invisible, an extremely cold breath penetrated into him, making it harder for him to breathe.
"This is ... witchcraft!" Horton's eyes widened in horror.
Tried his last effort to turn his head, his eyes fixed on Rennes.
Ryan is still that plain look, but Horton's body was covered with a layer of frost, and soon became an ice sculpture!
When he was dying, Horton knew how stupid he was.
Sorcerer, how could it be kind!
The pub owner saw this scene through the window, and a large sweat bead came out of his forehead, and he was afraid of death.
He began to quibble: I wonder if this wizard master would let himself follow Horton's footsteps because of his poor speech.
This made him more deliberately prepare food, intending to please Ren in this way.
At the same time, he gritted his teeth to take out the magic core, intending to return to Rennes later.
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