[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

To be honest, for a person with a keen sense like Sandra, the smell in the tavern is really not good.

The strange smell of aliens mixed with the smell of some strange food made this tavern, which was not considered big and crowded with people, look even more crowded and smelly. It even caused San Duan Gela to have the illusion that he was about to suffocate.

"I've been to this tavern once before," Roy seemed to be quite familiar with the way, and took Sandra to the edge of the bar, squeezing through the two aliens who were wide, fat, and round. After entering, he didn't care about the other party's glaring at him. He enthusiastically patted Sandra on the shoulder and pressed her to his side, "Although the food smells bad, the wine here is surprisingly good."

"What would you like to drink? Low alcohol or something more stimulating?"

Roy asked, winking at Sandra, looking like a mischievous little boy who was happily planning a prank with his companions, but it revealed a bit of funny and cuteness.

"I can do it," Sandra narrowed her eyes quietly behind the mask and rolled up some obscure smiles. The voice that was light and soft before now is as clear and crisp as gurgling water in Roy. Ears fell, "After all, I am not a child anymore."

She is quite confident about her capacity for bottle blowing.

"Let's lower the alcohol first," Roy murmured, "After all, we have to wait until Jaybird comes back... If you get drunk, Jaybird might put my head in the bottle..."

The end of the last sentence was diffused in the noisy and chaotic alien language. Sandra didn't hear it very clearly, but after she realized it, there was already a glass of sparkling light blue glass in front of her. The liquor in the foot glass.The brilliance refracted in the transparent cup wall is like the fire of diamonds, presenting an almost magical and gorgeous color. Sandra looked up and just saw that there were many tentacles like an octopus behind the bar. The alien, who was flexibly playing with the strange utensils, narrowed his eyes towards him.

She instinctively felt the kindness released by the other party towards her, so she raised her glass and raised her glass towards the other party to show that she had received its heart, and then saw the alien with many tentacles, which should be regarded as a bartender People waved their hands even more excitedly, and it didn't take long for a glass of red wine with the same color and luster to be placed in a container like a large beer glass and handed to Sandra. The dim light is refracted in the sky, like the fiery red but dyed golden fire clouds burning in the sky in the twilight of the western border, it is so beautiful.

"He rarely gives extra orders," Roy obviously didn't expect Sandra to have another glass of wine besides the one he ordered for her in a blink of an eye. He leaned over and looked down at the glass curiously. The liquor in the cup muttered, "I asked him to give me another glass before, but he just told me to get out."

"Do you want a drink?"

Sandra stretched out her arms to support her head and tilted her head to look at Roy. Although her expression was completely covered under the mask, the voice that gradually became soft and sweet as if mixed with honey was quite clearly conveyed. into Roy's ear.

Roy also imitated her posture, propping his head on his arms and staring at Sandra for a while, before suddenly asking, "Are you adjusting your business?"

"How's the effect?"

Sandra didn't deny it, the sweet voice gradually became low, and then with the vibration of her chest, after a moment of weirdness passed, it turned into a deep male voice that was completely opposite to her previous voice.

"If you want to change your voice, I have made this little thing that can be used to change your voice."

Roy seemed enthusiastic about it, and was very enthusiastic about trying to help Sandra.

"You don't need a voice changer," Sandra adjusted her voice and said with a smile, "After all, this is my innate ability. I always feel that I can't use it well. It seems a pity. I didn't dare to practice on the spaceship before..."

"Because Jaybird is scary when he loses his temper?"

Roy immediately took up Sandra's words, then patted her on the shoulder empathetically, drank the liquid in his glass and vomited bitterly: "Little Jaybird has cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder. If you make it clean, you need us all to clean it too. They force me to clean up on the spaceship every day, and I am not allowed to shuffle things around——my wobble is obviously not messy, so I can find what I put there Is the position of all things okay, he insisted that I put everything neatly - anyway, it will be so messy, why should it be so clean!"

Sandra lifted the corner of the mask and lowered her head to take a sip of the light blue wine. The cool feeling spread on the tip of her tongue in an instant. For a while, Sandra felt that her tongue was going numb from the cold. But accompanied by the coldness, there is an indescribably refreshing and slightly spicy sweetness-a bit like chewing mint leaves, but it’s not exactly that feeling. After a while, the coldness recedes from the tongue coating , the shallow scorching heat burned up, making her almost subconsciously open her mouth and hiss lightly.

"Isn't it interesting?"

Sensitively caught Sandra's inhalation in the noisy human voice, Roy was immediately distracted, and asked Sandra with a smile on his chin.

Sandra hissed and took a moment to respond to Roy.

"How did you find this tavern?"

It's really interesting.

Sandra thought so, but asked another question.

"Cole told me," even though Roy's eyes were covered by a domino mask, Sandra could still imagine the joy in his eyes, "she understands these things."

The relationship between them is really good.

Sandra thought so, but Tim's face appeared subconsciously in her mind.She frowned slightly and lowered her eyes, she sneered slightly in her heart, thinking that she could neither be Tim's earliest teammate nor his last teammate, for Tim, she should be just an ordinary Teammates, it's just out of the responsibility of the leader of the Titans, he can't just let himself go, so he will always take care of her.

Thinking of this, Sandra couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, and also a little envious of the relationship between the trio of outlaws.It's just that for her, she probably won't meet such a friend or experience this kind of feeling, so that in the end, the envy is just a frustrating envy.

It didn't take long for Roy's attention to be attracted by the aliens who were playing with these things. Although the language between them was not fluent, Sandra was still very surprised to see that Roy didn't spend too much effort to get confused. She got into the group of aliens, played with them and drank quite boldly. After watching it for a while, she found that it was just some ordinary games—at least they didn’t seem to know how to play games, so she took them back. He focused his attention, then drank the light blue wine in one gulp, and then set his eyes on the fiery red wine.

Generally speaking, although she has a good capacity for alcohol, she seldom touches such things as alcohol, and the feeling of a hangover is not good, not to mention that she has always been a girl alone in a chaotic city like Gotham. Getting drunk is not a safe thing for her, and her salary is not enough for her to squander such luxuries as alcohol, so she hasn't touched alcohol for a long time.

Fingertips across the transparent glass mouth, seeing faint ripples in the fiery red liquid hitting the glass wall and being pushed back, Sandra decided to drink with a straw after pondering for a while.

No matter how you look at it, the mouth of this cup is too big for her, she can almost bury her whole face in it, she doesn't want to be poured by someone accidentally touching it while drinking I was covered in alcohol.

Under the catalysis of alcohol, the surrounding atmosphere became more and more fiery and crazy. Sandra squinted her eyes and propped her head up to look around the whole tavern. She began to feel that her soul seemed to be separated from her body. Feeling smug.

In the midst of the passionate music and complicated human voices, it took Sandra a while to sort out the matter of "as if someone was arguing" with her chaotic brain, but when she squinted her eyes and tried to move towards When I recognized the place where the noise was coming from, I suddenly felt that my brain seemed to be a little more awake.

Roy was being held by the collar by a strong alien whose arms were thicker than his waist and was shaking in the air. He also looked like he had drunk too much, squinting his eyes and moving his head. He got up and tried to figure out who was in front of him, with light freckles scattered on his face, which could be regarded as fair, flushed, and he didn't know if it was strangled by his collar or because he drank too much alcohol.

But Sandra doesn't have the time to tell whether Roy is drunk or not. She only knows that if she doesn't step forward, Roy will probably be tied up by the foreigner whose arms are thicker than the waists of the two of them. A star wringing his neck out—or being strangled by his own collar—would be a disgraceful death either way.

"I'm sorry to let you-"

Sandra worked hard to raise her voice, trying to make her voice pass through the crowded aliens and the deafening music to the ears of others.

Even with the support of a bunch of wide wings behind her, Sandra's body looks too thin and thin. She was blocked from the outside of the aliens, and her voice sounded extraordinarily soft and soft because of some drunkenness, so that for a while They couldn't squeeze Roy's side at all.

She was a little anxious, and under the catalysis of alcohol, she opened her wings with a flick of her brain. She didn't care about the swearing voices of the aliens who were photographed by her sudden opening of her wings, and took off directly into the air. The human wall fell directly to the center and grabbed Roy's arm, his voice became soft and drunk uncontrollably, and he even said to the alien who was holding Roy's collar with a big tongue: "Let go Him! We're not here to make trouble!"

The alien who grabbed Roy's collar seemed to be quite angry and yelled at her in a language that Sandra couldn't understand. Roy laughed and patted her as if nothing had happened. The other party grabbed the thick arm of his collar and replied him a few words in alien language, but Sandra found that these words seemed to anger the alien even more, because he raised his other hand towards Roy pinched his neck.

Before Sandra's alcohol-paralyzed brain reacted, Roy unscrewed the hand pinched on his neckline as lightly as a red bird, and stepped on a thick, The arm used by the single-plank bridge turned over and grabbed Sandra by the corner of her robe, dragging her out together. The red folding bow slipped into his hand at some point, and was drawn directly by him with a strong swing. The head of an alien standing in front of them.

Sandra was so frightened that she almost woke up.

"Don't be nervous little birdie," Roy said with a bit of brisk indifference in his voice, glancing at Sandra like a child who never puts too much emotion into anything, and the laughter slipped out of his mouth Throat, "We'll be fine."

No, I think things will explode when Da Hong comes back.

Before Sandra could say these words, the energy beam shot towards her back made her blow up all the feathers and subconsciously folded her wings. The complicated magic circle just blocked it and got the shot. The beam of light bounced off circles of ripples like water ripples, which made her a little terrified and at the same time couldn't help but grit her teeth.

"Don't worry, I'm the best at fighting in groups."

While comforting Sandra in this way, Roy took out a frozen arrow from his quiver and shot it behind him without turning back, and then he grabbed it and suspended in mid-air while rushing out of the door. Sandra's ankle dragged her out of the tavern together, and then led her into the crowd of people in the street outside, and disappeared in a few strokes.

Why are you so proficient!How many times have you done such a thing!

All the screams were blocked in her throat and turned into a cloud of depression. Although it was like this, Sandra still flapped her wings instinctively, adjusted her posture, and flew out like Roy's arrow, and then grabbed Roy. With a force on Yi's shoulder—to be honest, it was quite heavy—he lifted his whole body into the air, opened the shielding magic, and disappeared into the sky in a flash.

Even with the howling cold wind blowing across his cheeks, Roy still didn't seem to be waking up.He shook his arm a little uncomfortable, then raised his head and shouted at Sandra: "Wait a minute, little birdie, my vest is strangling me to death!"

"Can't wait! I don't want to be shot into a sieve by those aliens!"

All the voices were scattered by the howling wind. Although Sandra responded to Roy in the same way, it was obvious that Roy, who was still drunk, didn't fully listen to what she was saying. Squinting his eyes and laughing, a shiny little thing appeared in his hand when he flipped his wrist. Sandra, who was greeted by him and looked down at the thing in his hand, was so frightened that she almost ran to the building beside her.

"Wait... Isn't this what you bet on?!"

Sandra's voice was almost out of tune, Roy just smiled casually, and there was a little hoarseness in his voice that was tainted by alcohol, and he didn't care much: "When I came out, it came out smoothly—who told me That big guy wants to cheat."

"We will be targeted!"

Sandra began to think about the possibility of throwing Roy down to destroy the body.

"And Jason knows we're going to kill us if we get into trouble!"

"Don't worry, Jaybird won't know," Roy's voice came into Sandra's ears vaguely, "Anyway, they don't know what we look like—I'll tell you a secret, this race The alien drawing skills are bad, I was on the blacklist of their tavern once before, and I didn’t even recognize who I was when I came out of the blacklist, so next time I change my clothes, I can still go there to drink.”

Is that why you're making trouble? !

And you just said you've only been to this tavern once before!How many times have you been here and been on someone's blacklist? !

The author has something to say: Sang Qiu: I probably know why Da Hong dislikes you so much...

ah!Write to Outlaws!Write to Roy!I don't know why!Suddenly the girl's heart sprouted?

The outlaw group is delicious!Praise the extrajudicial!