You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"The smartest guy I've ever seen in my life is a woman." Said the blue-silver-eyed man. He was the owner of a bar in an ancient European city. He liked to wear black shirts and played random movies on the small TV behind him. Sometimes he chats with customers.

"She lied to your heart?" The customer showed a knowing expression.

The man smiled.

"No, that doesn't count, because my heart belongs to her." He flicked the silver spoon with his slender fingers, and the wine glass flipped over with his fingertips and landed firmly on the bar counter, and then He casually opened a small paper umbrella with one hand and stuck it on the bright orange.

"This is yours, it's ready." He said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, this is still a legendary woman." The customer said, reaching out to take the cup, "It will make you miss you so much."

"Is she pretty?" the customer asked.

"Beautiful," said the boss, "very beautiful, as beautiful as the greatest disaster in the world."

He wasn't lying, it was said that Pandora was shaped according to that guy's description.

"Such a beautiful woman," said the customer, "no wonder you miss her so much."

"It's not that I miss how beautiful she is." The boss sat down casually.

"What was that thinking?" the customer asked.

Sariel opened the lighter and lit it. The blue flame was dancing, and he stared at it in a daze. "Isn't it beautiful too?"

The guest nodded.

"Would you like to kiss it?" He smiled flirtatiously, and let go of his thumb, letting the flame die.

"No." The guest took a sip of wine, "but it's hard to say when you're drunk."

Sally laughed.

"Yes." He lit a cigarette for himself and took a sip, "It's hard to say when you're drunk."

"There is always such a hangover in one's life." Sariel said with a smile, "I probably also experienced such a hangover."

"Why don't you go to her?" asked the guest.

"Because she's not in a boat." Sariel smiled.

The guest shook his head.

Guests still come to drink from time to time.

One night, when he walked into the bar, he saw a woman sitting on the bar in front of the boss.

After all, most women are taboo about this kind of place, and this is a young woman.

It can even be said to be a girl, she has frost-colored hair, she doesn't know whether it is because she was born like this or it has been dyed, she turned her head slightly when she heard the voice.

She has purple eyes.

The amethyst-like eyes are clear and transparent, like the wine made from the best grapes, but there are extremely delicate and complicated patterns carved inside.

Like the solemn star trails of ancient Austria.

Although many contemporary people will decorate their eyes.

But he had never seen such exquisite and complicated eyes.

This is indeed a very beautiful woman.

"Hi." The boss smiled.

He glanced at the woman, as if asking, this is the person you mentioned.

The boss nodded slightly.

However, this girl looked obedient, her slender wrists were wrapped in sleeves, she was dressed tightly, she looked like an ordinary or even rustic student.

He thought it would be a flirtatious woman who made people feel extremely alluring.

He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

So he sat down.

Girl's hand holds a glass of juice.

"How have you been recently?" the girl asked.

"It's good." The boss replied, "As you can see, the business is good."

The girl smiled softly.

"That's good." She smiled.

"I'm going to hire a magician." The boss said with a smile, "If you want to work here, you can tell me."

"What kind of magician am I?" The girl couldn't help laughing.

"That's yours." The boss said, "I think it looks pretty good."

The girl held her chin and stirred the ice cubes in the orange juice with a spoon.

"In terms of beauty and magnificence, I haven't seen anyone better than you." Sariel said.

"Aren't yours very light-polluted?" the girl said with a smile, "I think mine is quite unpretentious."

However, she stretched out her hand and gently placed it on the ice bucket in front of her.

The boss coughed lightly, reminding the guests not to be distracted.

And he was indeed staring at the girl's hand with all his attention.

The girl smiled and withdrew her hand, and in the next second, he saw the ice cube turned into a blue butterfly, which was crystal clear and had the breath of ice and snow. girl's body.

Then the second, and the third, the boss held out his hand and let the butterfly land on his finger.

"You are really approachable." The boss said with a smile, "Every time I want to watch this, you play for me."

The girl smiled.

"It's not a difficult wish."

"I know, you always give small favors like this." The thin silver stick in the boss's hand stirred the ice cubes, making them make a clearer and better sound, "Then we will go up and give up our lives."

"I'm sorry." The girl said softly, her white eyelashes seemed to have a layer of frost and snow.

"If he is happy, what right do I have to say." The boss laughed, "I just said, if in the future."

"If you need my life, just come and take it." He said softly.

The guest was a little surprised.

Of course he knew the weight of this sentence.

The girl's eyebrows twitched, and butterflies flew around the two of them.

"Why did you say such a thing all of a sudden?" she asked.

"Because I once thought you were the most hopeless lunatic in the world." The boss turned and leaned on the bar, pushed the wine to the guests, and then lit a cigarette as usual, "I thought you A prophet is nothing more than a demagogue."

"But now I can see your wish coming true." The boss said with a smile, throwing the lighter on the bar counter.

"Humans." He watched the cigarette curl up, "What else can I do?"

On the highest mountain they have planted their flags.

They also took pictures of the deepest trench.

They float among the stars.

But there is still something secretly working in the darkness, ignorance and hatred, selfishness and rejection are always ready to move, and the kingdom of the gods is being pursued by those with malicious intentions.

"If misfortune comes again, what will you do?" Sariel asked.

The girl picked up the cup in her hand and raised her head to drink the juice. The guests saw her exposed wrist, which was mottled with pink scars, which did not match such a fair and beautiful girl.

They seem to complement each other.

She gave a faint smile.

"Of course I'm going on with my life," she said with a smile.

Sally took a drag on his cigarette.

He picked up his glass.

"Okay," he said with a smile, as he watched the blue butterfly land on the cup.

He picked up his glass and drank it down.

"To the hangover of my life."

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