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"Man, do you want a glass of Bloody Mary?"

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

A tight black shirt can hardly wrap a plump figure, the clothes on the chest are almost bursting, cheap perfume is sprayed on the body, a pungent smell is pungent, a pair of beautiful eyes with a history of life, with three-point sex The joking seems to be because Yang Ming's too young face aroused some "interest" of the maid.

And as the maid’s voice fell, the guests in the tavern who had been drinking and boasting on their own also shifted their gazes, with strands of malicious gaze. If they were to be a baby bird, they might be restless at this time. .

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

In addition, whether you can drink the Bloody Mary is also a test for the qualifications of outsiders to go to the killing city.

Yang Ming is naturally not a heavy taste, nor does he want to try this stuff.

Yang Ming ignored the eyes of the maid and the guests, and said lightly:

"Auntie, pour me a cappuccino."

Men’s money and women’s age are taboos to avoid.

Yang Ming yelled to the maid in front of the public that if she was in another city outside, it would at best make the other party unhappy, and it would not have any effect.

But here is different!

This is a paradise for criminals and a gathering place for evildoers. None of the people who came to the killing capital were innocent people, and at least a few people had blood on their hands.

The maid’s pretty face changed slightly, her waist bowed, her right hand swept her thigh, the dagger hidden under her short skirt was held in her palm, her angry eyes were extremely cold, just like an assassin who had been assassinated, with a foot long in her hand. The dagger shaped like a fish intestine flashed with cold light, and it stabbed Yang Ming's neck straight, trying to stab the unbridled young man in front of him!

The guests in the tavern were not surprised at all, but with an excited smile at the corners of their mouths, they seemed to be very interested in what was about to happen.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

What is shocking is that the dagger that the maid must hit was sandwiched between two white jade-like fingers, and no matter how hard the maid tried, he couldn't get in.

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

Even the guests who were going to watch the show are silent at this time, their eyes are frozen.

The maid opened her lips slightly, as if she wanted to ask for mercy.

However, before she could speak, she saw the overly young boy flexing his fingers.

The Qinglian Sword Art has already been penetrated by Yang Mingrong, and it is already possible to pluck flowers and flying leaves as a sword, and a flick of sword aura touches the maid's throat, which I don't know how many men have polluted.

The throat splits and blood shoots out.

The blood arrow that would have splashed on Yang Ming's face was affected by an invisible repulsive force, and it quietly landed in the drunk cup on Yang Ming's table, with bloody magnificent colors rippling.

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Yang Ming tried his sledgehammer to show his hand and immediately deterred the villains, killers, and criminals in the tavern.

The most powerful guest present here is a Level 42 Soul Sect. Most of them are ordinary people. It is difficult for them to understand the principle of what is happening in front of them, but this does not prevent them from fearing this young and excessive teenager in front of them.

The face that seemed to them to be deceiving, instantly turned into a demon in their eyes, a demon who kills without blinking!

It is 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 encounter a character that is more ruthless than them, they immediately exposed their cowardice and humbleness. The essence of each one was scared to pee, let alone escape, and even the courage to speak has been lost.

Yang Ming frowned slightly.

The air in the tavern was originally muddy enough, but now, coupled with the sorrow of some people after incontinence, it is no longer possible to stay here.

Yang Ming stood up and Shi Shiran walked to the bar. The two waiters behind the bar were dumbfounded, and they didn't seem to have recovered.

Slightly shook his head, Yang Ming pointed his finger up, replacing the sword with his hand, and the cyan sword energy swept across from top to bottom. The bar made of century-old mahogany immediately split in half, the cut was smooth and bright, and the ground under the bar was immediately exposed. The ground was also torn apart by Jian Qi Yuwei, revealing a huge hole.

"Hoo, ho, ho!"

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

The bottomless hole, the vicious gluttonous mouth opened its blood basin, and it seemed to lead to a deep and unrequited hell abyss. Looking down, it was difficult to see the end.

Here is the entrance to the killing capital.

Seeing Yang Ming jumped in, the two waiters behind the bar opened their mouths, trying to say something, but in the end they didn't have the courage to speak and stop.

After entering the hole, the field of vision in front of you becomes infinitely dark. This is a dark tunnel. All the light seems to be unable to penetrate in. You can only hear the whistling sound of the wind coming from your ears. How deep the tunnel is enough to make people who are weak in mind shudder.

Yang Ming is bold and calm in his face.

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

Under the dark hole, a pair of blue pupils pierced through the illusion, and it was clear that this was a long corridor in front of him, extending downwards.

Silence, coldness, and darkness.

Only the footsteps caused by the friction between the soles of the moccasins and the uneven stone ground are constantly echoing 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, it can’t spread over a hundred meters away like on the surface, and there is no way to know how long and deep this tunnel is. The powerful spiritual consciousness is condensed within ten meters of the whole body to avoid being attacked in the dark.

When Yang Ming walked 1,462 steps, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions.

"Welcome to the city of killing. This is the capital of hell. It is a world full of killing. Here, you can get everything you want at the cost of your life."

Pretend to be a fool.

Yang Ming curled the corner of his mouth disdainfully, but didn't say anything to refute.

After turning a corner, a faint light came from ahead, driving out the darkness in the corridor.

Looking carefully, there is an open door in front of him, and on the other side of the door, there are many life breaths.

The more you go to the light, the more noisy sounds can be heard.

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