Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 520 521. Auntie, bring me a cappuccino

(one more)

"Handsome, would you like a Bloody Mary?"

Hearing this, Yang Ming raised his eyelids and looked at the maid in front of him.

A tight black dress can barely cover her plump figure, the clothes on her chest are almost bursting, she is sprayed with cheap perfume, a pungent smell comes to her nostrils, a pair of beautiful eyes that have experienced the wind and dust, with a three-point flirtation Very jokingly, it seems that Yang Ming's too young face aroused some "interest" of this maid.

And as the maid's voice fell, the guests in the tavern, who had been drinking and bragging on their own, also turned their eyes away one after another, with strands of malicious eyes mixed in. If it were a chick, they might have been restless by now .

Bloody Mary, also known as Huangquanlu, is a drink made of human blood.

In addition, being able to drink a Bloody Mary is also a test of whether an outsider is eligible to go to the killing capital.

Yang Ming naturally doesn't have a heavy taste, and he doesn't want to try this stuff.

Yang Ming ignored the scrutiny of the maids and guests, and said calmly:

"Auntie, pour me a cappuccino."

A man's money and a woman's age are taboos that need to be avoided.

If Yang Ming called the maid in front of him in public, if he was in another city outside, at most it would just make the other party unhappy, and it would not have any effect.

But it's different here!

This is a paradise for criminals and a gathering place for villains. None of the people who came to the killing capital was innocent, and at least a few people's blood was stained on their hands.

The maid's pretty face changed slightly, she bowed her waist, and wiped her right hand on her thigh, holding the dagger hidden under the short skirt in her palm, her eyes turned from embarrassment to anger were extremely indifferent, like an assassin who had been assassinated, with a hand more than a foot long The dagger shaped like a fish gut shone coldly and stabbed straight at Yang Ming's neck, intending to stab the young man who was talking nonsense in front of him to death!

The guests in the tavern were not surprised at all. Instead, there was an excited smile on the corner of their mouths, as if they were very interested in what was about to happen.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

What is astonishing is that the dagger that the maid must hit is caught between two white jade-like fingers, no matter how hard the maid tries, she cannot get an inch in.

In an instant, the maid realized that she had kicked on the iron plate, and her complexion became extremely pale.

Even the guests who were planning to watch a good show were all silent at this time, and their eyes froze.

The maid's beautiful lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to ask for mercy.

However, before she opened her mouth to speak, she saw the young man who was too young in front of her flick her fingers.

The Qinglian sword art has long been mastered by Yang Ming, and it can be used as a sword by picking flowers and flying leaves. A flick of sword energy wiped the maid's throat that had been defiled by countless men.

Throat split open, blood gushed out.

The blood arrow that would have splashed on Yang Ming's face was affected by an invisible repulsive force, and fell quietly into the cup that Yang Ming had drunk on the table, and the magnificent blood color was rippling.

quiet!

Unparalleled silence!

With Yang Ming's little trick, he immediately frightened all the villains, killers, and criminals in the tavern.

The highest strength of the guests here is only a 42-level Soul Sect, most of them are ordinary people, they can hardly understand the principle of what is happening in front of them, but this does not prevent them from being afraid of this young and excessive boy in front of them.

In their eyes, the countenance that was originally a deceitful face instantly turned into a devil in their eyes, a devil who kills without blinking an eye!

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 meet characters who are more ruthless than them, they immediately expose their cowardice and humbleness All of them were so frightened that their butts drenched, let alone escaped, and even lost the courage to speak.

Yang Ming frowned slightly.

Originally, the air in the tavern was turbid enough, but with the addition of the foul smell emitted by some people after incontinence, it was no longer possible to stay here any longer.

Yang Ming stood up and walked towards the bar calmly. The two waiters behind the bar were stunned, as if they hadn't recovered yet.

Shaking his head slightly, Yang Ming pointed straight up, and replaced the sword with his hand. The cyan sword energy slashed from top to bottom. The bar counter made of century-old mahogany immediately split in two. The ground was also torn apart by the remaining power of the sword energy, revealing a huge hole.

"Hu, hu, hu!"

A gust of gloomy cold wind, like the frost blowing in the twelfth lunar month of winter, makes people shudder.

The bottomless hole looks like a ferocious glutton opening its bloody mouth, and it also seems to lead to a deep abyss of hell with no return. Looking down, it is hard to see the end.

Here is the entrance to the Slaughter Capital.

Seeing Yang Ming jump in, the two waiters behind the bar opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but in the end they didn't have the courage to stop them.

After entering the hole, the vision in front of the eyes becomes infinitely black. This is a dark tunnel, and all the light seems to be unable to penetrate in. You can only hear the whistling sound of the wind coming from your ears, and I don’t know if there is a tunnel. How deep the tunnel is, enough to make the weak-minded tremble with fear.

Yang Ming, on the other hand, was a bold man with a high level of art, and his expression was calm.

After falling several meters, he finally got down on the ground.

Under the dark hole, a pair of blue pupils pierced through the emptiness, and saw clearly that this is a long corridor in front of it, extending downwards.

Silent, cold, and dark.

Only the sound of footsteps produced by the friction between the soles of moccasin boots and the uneven stone ground echoed in the long and narrow corridor, adding to the illusion of a long distance.

I don't know what the material of this tunnel is. Even if Yang Ming's spiritual consciousness is strong, he can't spread a hundred meters away like it is on the surface of the ground, so he has no way of knowing how long and deep this tunnel is. The powerful spiritual consciousness is condensed within ten meters around the body to avoid being attacked by the darkness.

When Yang Ming walked one thousand four hundred and sixty-two steps forward, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions.

"Welcome to the capital of killing. This is the capital of hell, a world full of killing. Here, you can get everything you want, and the price is your life."

Pretend to be a ghost.

The corner of Yang Ming's mouth twitched in disdain, but he didn't say anything to refute.

Turning a corner, there is a faint light coming from ahead, driving away the darkness in the corridor.

Looking carefully, there is an open portal ahead, and on the other side of the portal, there are many breaths of life.

The further you walk toward the light, the more noisy you can hear it.

When Yang Ming walked out of the corridor, one hundred and one people appeared in front of him.

(End of this chapter)