Long Live Summons!

“No one here is called the Dark Blade.” The interracial beauty standing in the liquor cabinet politely smiled: “Is there a kind of wine called the Dark Night Temptation, would you like one? ”

“Let him out, now!” Yueyang grabbed another gold coin and placed it on the counter.

“There really isn't such a person... I'd love to earn your gold coin too, but I'm sorry.” An interracial beauty pays a slight tribute.

“My patience is limited.” Yue Yang's eyes are serious.

“Guest, excuse me, allow me to serve you!” Standing beside him was a half-barred old man, who stretched out his hand and patted the shoulders of a beautiful interracial woman, indicating that she would leave as soon as possible, then take her place and ask with a smile: “Dear Guest, she is new and knows nothing. If you want to snore the dark blade message, I'll tell you the unfortunate news that the dark blade is dead. ”

“How did he die?” Yueyang asked.

“A month ago, Blade got the news of a secret treasure, and he told his best friend, who didn't know that his best friend had betrayed him, that the secret treasure had been sneaked out. A powerful mercenary group found the blade, took it to the secret treasure land, halfway there, met more adventurers, turns out the greedy friend, bought the news to several mercenary groups, but the treasure had not yet been obtained, several mercenary groups fought hard, and finally attracted powerful dragon hunters. The Dragon Hunter team beat them all to pieces when they were hurt, including the Blade and his friends, all of whom were defeated. As for Bao's news, because of the death of the blade, no one has learned…” The half-barred old man sighed slightly: “Many people believe that this is a plot deliberately spread by the dragon hunters, who deceived the blade and asked him to bring the news back, which led to a fight between the mercenary regiment of Bao, taking advantage of the opportunity to pick up the cheap. ”

“Is that true?” Yueyang smiled lightly.

“The whole city of Tagu knew that we had a meeting with the Silver Bull Horn mercenary regiment, but the leader felt something was wrong and finally gave up the treasure hunt, which proved to be the case.” The semi-barried old man spoke convincingly, almost impeccably of events, passages and contradictions, but Yueyang didn't believe a word.

The closer it gets to the real description, the more false it gets.

You don't have to look at detective novels, you can see on TV that guys who look like good guys are definitely big bad guys.

Of course, Yueyang believes that the main reason the semi-beard old man deceived himself is sensation, as a powerful innate strong person, how acute the sensation is. Yueyang knew almost before this old guy did not speak, that the goods would tell a lie.

The exotic beauty, however, dared not speak easily, because she was not used to lying, afraid that Yueyang would immediately reveal her.

Her clumsiness contrasts with the old man's slippery oils.

If the blade is really dead, this old man shouldn't be sighing, he should be happy, he should be happy, he should be happy, he should be happy, he should be happy, and then he can paint and brag, and make the topic a laughingstock for the pub.

So the more plain the old man behaved, the more unusual the event was.

“Is the blade really dead?” Yueyang finally asked.

“It was my nephew who collected the body, and although the blade was not my friend, he never owed me money for the wine, which was actually a good customer.” The half-beard old man pretended to be a pathetic person. He didn't know that in the world of the Chinese summer dynasty, there was a novel called Yue Weiqun. This novel character told a wide audience not to trust others easily, especially a species called the 'righteous man’.

“Bring him back to life and appear before me as soon as possible.” Yueyang grabbed another gold coin and placed it in front of the semi-barried old man.

“But he really died...” The half-barred old man's gaze was slightly cold. He didn't expect to talk about it for so long, and the other party was still indifferent, stubbornly believing that the blade was still alive.

“In ten minutes, if he doesn't show up, I'll set fire to this tavern.” Yueyang sounds like he's talking about something scriptural and earthly.

“Boy, are you looking for death? ”

Behind Yueyang, he stood a man with a very strong big waist. He patted Yueyang's big hand on his shoulder and drank loudly: “Get the hell out of here now, never show up in Tagu, or I'll beat your dog's leg! Aren't you going to ask me if this is where you're going? Even if Captain Kim Bull wasn't here, my friend wouldn't be watching anybody else scatter wild on his property! ”

With strong men clamoring for Yueyang, there are also guests in the pub.

They stood up and shouted.

Some were even prepared to lift their sleeves and jump around Yueyang.

Semi-bald old man quickly pretend to be a good person: “Don't get upset, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! Thank you for lifting our Silver Bull horn so much, but we open a shop, not to cause trouble, but to get rich. Everyone is discouraged, come and serve wine to the guests. I'll buy this round.” Turn your face and smile back to Yueyang: “Don't be angry with this noble guest. We understand that you are anxious to find the blade, but he is really dead. If you don't believe me, I will show you his grave. Everyone here can also prove that the blade has been dead for half a month and that the body has already rotted! ”

The drinkers laughed: “Idiot, we're just here to find treasure. There's treasure. Are you waiting for this idiot? ”

“Fortunately, he's late, otherwise he's going to meet the dragon hunters, and he's going to pee his pants on the spot," someone scoffed. "Don't be shy, the 6th level lord of the district wants to throw wild here too. Do you want to laugh at me? ”

Standing behind Yueyang, the tall, strong voice of a bright bear man, bombarded with joy: "Do you hear me? He almost scared the shit out of me when he said a fire burned this Silver Bull horn! This kid must not have woken up yet. I'm afraid he never dreamed of it. This Silver Bull Horn Tavern is actually the most powerful Bull Warrior 'Silver Bull Horn' of the congenitals. Boy, do you want to sprinkle wild in the congenital land? Do you have enough congenital stitches? What, are you scared to piss your pants now? Feel your crotch, birdie. Don't be frightened. Is it still there? Ah-ha-ha! ”

“Bored. ”

Yueyang shook his head.

He punched backwards at will, carelessly.

It's as if the idle, boring chat store partner trusted to chase away a fly.

The robust Bear men, while laughing wildly, were prepared to react in an instant, and the giant fists responded with explosive force, blowing heavily into Yueyang's rear heart. He knew that a fight was indispensable. He laughed arrogantly just now, but was on guard in the dark. At first glance, he did strike back immediately.

Not only him, but the other drinkers felt that under such ridicule, even the masked boy could not stand the temper, all with glasses to look at the liveliness.

Someone was even prepared to kick a leg or two off after the Bear man defeated the masked boy.

When everyone was ready to see Yueyang's bad luck, the situation changed unexpectedly.

Yueyang's vest flashed in a giant fist bombing.

Yueyang's hand struck the chin of a bear man a tenth of a second earlier...

Suddenly, the men of the Bear tribe were like rockets, their huge bodies stormed the roof, slammed through the second floor, slammed through the third and fourth floors and the dome of the fifth floor, flying straight into the sky for tens of meters. Ten seconds later, the Bear men whistled and fell, falling back into the broken hole and accurately smashing it in front of Yueyang.

All the wood floors on the ground were shattered and the wood chips were flying.

The whole Silver Horn tavern was shaking, with broken windows and dirt shaking down.

Watching the lively drinkers on the bench, they all turned into mud puppets, and many people poured wine into their chests or pants without realizing it.

Everyone's eyeballs are staring at each other like a toad trampled on... even though the facts are right in front of them, they have no idea that this is true, a Class 7 superior king, letting a Class 6 junior lord punch into the sky and knock out the syncope on the spot, is that possible? If, in turn, it is unlikely to be achieved.

The half-beard old man shivered and snuck into the liquor cabinet, ready to sneak away.

“Come out, lead the way, I won't see the blade in ten minutes, I'm sure this Silver Bull Horn will evaporate on the sixth floor of the Tower.” Yueyang knocked on the counter and scared the bald old man to come out.

“Bang!” the half-beard old man panicked too much, his head hit him hard along the cabinet, he didn't dare to breathe pain, quickly lead the way in front.

Five minutes later, Yueyang finally saw the blade.

It's a lean thief, very ordinary, nothing special, throwing it into a crowd, like putting a sand in a sand pond, and you'll never find it again. Of course, being a star doesn't make sense, but being a thief, it's like opening a plugin. Thieves and killers, the last thing you need is to look handsome, the mediocre you are, the more power you play, the better your chances of survival.

Standing with the blade, there were several others, three heterosexual men, two dwarfs, a bull-headed warrior with a naked gold belt, and a skinny old scholar.

The semi-barried old man introduced the men, who were the backbone of the Golden Bull, the think tank Baguxian and the five elite members of the Golden Bull mercenary regiment.

For Captain Jinyang, Yueyang only swept a glance.

This guy has quasi-neighborly strength, but it is difficult to get into Yueyang's eyes; the thinning scholar Baguxian Yueyang weighed it up and down, the old guy is also quasi-neighborly, but unlike the head structure of the Golden Bull, Yueyang deserves to see it for a second. The two dwarves are the Seventh King of the Seventh Class, but it is estimated that the cattle are astonished. The short handle axe held by them is actually made of gold. Of course, Yueyang is curious about them because he has never seen the dwarf before.

All three heterosexual men are muscular werewolf warriors, extremely tall, without shoes on the soles of their feet, claws protruding, and seem to be agile warriors who are extremely good at running.

“This is the blade...” The half-barred old man first introduced Yueyang to the thief, and then bowed to the leader of the Golden Bull Regiment with apologies: “Sorry, Captain, I can't stop this noble customer. ”

“It's okay, one more person can join the treasure hunt.” Captain Golden Bull tells the skinny thief to come forward: "Tell this friend first, maybe we can work together. Evil Dragon Cave is simply not something we Golden Bull mercenaries can do. We need more help, but we must be sincere friends in our quest for treasure. ”

“Is that how you treat a true treasure hunter?” Yueyang, instead of looking at the thief, walked to a werewolf warrior: “Are you the real blade? ”

Yueyang said, all shocked.

Including the old god in the silent Baguxian, he also looked at Yueyang with dismay, as if he were going to recognise this masked man.

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