Magus Tech

Bibi took five copper coins out of her pocket and threw them on the table. She lifted the beer glass and drank it. Her voice was soft to the bartender: "Hurry up~~"

"Okay." The bartender said energetically. "Five days ago, I saw a lot of people. It was a mercenary group early in the morning. They..."

The bartender spoke for more than twenty minutes this time, and was dry.He stole half a glass of beer with a small wooden cup, sipped it, and made sure that there was no change in beer taste at all.Frowning, while drinking to quench his thirst, he asked Bibi: "Miss, do you want to continue listening?"

As a result, Bibi was silent, without any response.

The bartender was puzzled and turned his head to look at Bibi. When he saw that Bibi was already lying on the counter with his head resting on his arm, he slept.At this time, Bibi's cheeks were as red as dripping water, and a slight snore sounded from the tiny nose. The saliva slowly flowed down the corner of the mouth, and the sleep was extremely sweet.

The bartender froze for a moment, opened his mouth, thought about it, put down the glass, and extended a finger.Carefully touched Bibi with your finger, tried to poke, and awakened: "Miss, Miss?"

It didn't matter this touch, Bibi "wowed", slid off the counter, and fell heavily on the ground.

"boom!"

Listening to the muffled noise, imagining that Bibi's face was touching the ground, the bartender could not help but reveal a bit.Thinking about whether to walk out of the counter to help, I did not expect Bibi to stand up on his own.

Shaking his head hard, Bibi opened her eyes and looked at the bartender with a confused look.

After a while, I raised my hand and patted my head vigorously, asking seriously: "Hey, what am I doing here?"

The bartender froze, and whispered, "Don't you say, come find someone."

"Find someone?" Bibi's eyes flickered, and then nodded, "Yes, I'm here to find someone..."

"No!" Suddenly, Bibi changed her tongue halfway through, "No, I didn't come to find someone."

"Then... what are you doing?" The bartender was confused.

"I'm here to drink." Bibi was very sure. "I remembered that some people kept telling me that they can't touch the wine, they really want to drink, and they can only take a sip. So, I always think Try it, what happens if you drink too much. I came here today just to try it."

"This..." The bartender's expression is complicated, and it has been determined that Bibi's liquor is very poor, and he is definitely drunk.As a normal person, in the face of this situation, you should definitely persuade Bibi not to drink.

But as a bartender who is a slow-moving beer...

At the next moment, the bartender smiled brilliantly, quickly poured three full glasses of beer, put it in front of Bibi, and waved: "Then do you try?"

"Of course try."

"Right, don't forget to pay." the bartender reminded.

"I can't forget, don't worry!" Bibi said politely, patting her pocket, and said, "The money on my body can buy all the wine here, and there is surplus. When I drink enough, slowly and You are not too late to count money."

After speaking, Bibi slapped the arm that the bartender tried to block and took a beer glass and began to drink.

"Goodong!"

A glass of wine drank quickly, and Bibi's eyes enlarged unnaturally.

"Goodong!"

Two glasses of wine drank quickly, and the muscles on Bibi's face began to twist weirdly.

"Goodong!"

Three glasses of wine drank quickly, and Bibi's gaze kept on, as if what limit was touched, the whole body shook.

During the shock, a large white mist sprayed from Bibi's ear, and his neck turned irregularly.A few seconds later, his neck turned awkwardly 180 degrees, turned his back to look at the rest of the tavern, his mouth curled up, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

The people in the tavern originally watched Bibi's behavior with a joke mentality.Waiting for Bibi to commit this horrific act, he stood up in fright and stood blank.At the next moment, a group of people ran out of the door in a panic and rushed out of the tavern.

The bartender behind the counter was also terrified, his legs softened, and with a "pop", he collapsed directly inside the counter.

Bibi frowned, a little unhappy, turning back to her neck, leaning out of the body and reaching up to pick up the bartender.

"Give, me, pour, wine!" Bibi's mouth made a sound.

The bartender did not dare to disobey, shaking all over his body, biting his scalp and filling Bibi with three more glasses of wine.

Bibi took it up and drank it. After a short time, he drove the empty glass in front of the bartender and said again: "Continue, continue, pour, drink!"

The bartender was pale, but unable to resist, he had to pour the wine again.

In this way, Bibi had been drinking for a long time and had been consuming a whole barrel of beer.Then under the watchful eye of the bartender, he fell straight and fell to the ground, motionless.

The bartender saw it, and the first thought was to run away.

But suddenly I thought of something, turned my head to look at Bibi's body, and swallowed.Stepping out of the counter, squatting beside Bibi, reaching for Bibi's clothes.

Who knows, when his hands were still twenty centimeters away from Bibi's clothes, Bibi suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the bartender's arm with great strength, so that the bartender's expression was distorted.

In Bibi's eyes, a strange red light flashed, staring at the bartender, and asked sharply, "Do you... want to... do... what...?"

"I just want to get the money back." The bartender burst into tears, "You have drunk so much wine and haven't given the money yet. The boss knows that I must kill me."

"Is... what... I... no... believe it!" Bibi stood up as he spoke.

"Ah?!" The bartender looked at Bibi, who stood up again, and asked aloud, "What... what do you want to do?"

"I...want...what...what?" Bibi froze, then answered, "I...how...what...know..."

Speaking, he picked up the bartender and flew out.

Then he kicked over the counter next to him and strode towards the bartender on the floor.

The bartender keeps retreating and Bibi keeps approaching.

Halfway through, Bibi suddenly saw a black stain on the ground, and his steps stopped unconsciously.

The smear was the size of a slap and looked a bit like a mouse. Bibi's long eyelashes moved. One foot tentatively stepped on, and then the other heel stepped on.

Dislike, dislike, dislike again.

"Stomping you, stomping you, stomping you..." Bibi made a noise, and the whole person jumped and jumped on the stain.

The bartender looked at all this dullly, watching Bibi stepping on, and watching Bibi stepping on for half a day, the "puff" without any warning slipped on the ground, motionless, as if falling asleep again.

Even so, he did not dare to act rashly and dare to go forward to get the money.It's just that while rubbing the painful shoulder, he looked at Bibi in a nervous breakdown and murmured in his mouth: "I...I don't sell alcohol anymore, yes, I don't sell alcohol anymore..."

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