Monarch of Evernight

The picker suddenly laughed a few times, put away the gun, pulled out some copper and put it on the bar, pushed it to the young man and said, "Oh, I'm just kidding! Just kidding! That's all I have. You can give me anything you want, as long as I can get myself drunk! ”

Suddenly there was another rage in the bar, and many of the drinkers sighed with regret and felt like they could not see a good show.

The strongest and fiercest tooth picker, Six Ha Ha, laughed and said: "Scarfeng, I told you, even with your virtue, you want to find something?! ”

“Yeah, it's new at first glance. ”

“Shit, this guy's smart! Too bad it didn't look good. It's been a long time since anyone died here. ”

“Oh, the ones who dare to look in front of a thousand nights are all dead, aren't they? ”

The drinkers talked. Since there was no show to watch, their conversation quickly turned to women and bragging about their abilities.

The thousand nights behind the bar were still calm and waveless, put away the coppers from Scarvon, and then exchanged a large glass of spirits, along with the previous mixer, held on a ridiculously large plate to the table of the wastepicker.

When he returned to the bar for a thousand nights, Scar Feng looked at the bar with a palpitation and lowered his voice and said, “What's this kid's story? Nor have I been so scared in the face of werewolves and blood slaves! ”

“His name is Thousand Nights. He moved to Lighthouse six months ago. He opened this bar after he came, and he's been driving until now. Do you understand?” The old man among the desert pickers said softly, adding: “Of course, his wine here is really good. ”

Scarf's face was sudden.

There is certainly no simple figure who can safely and securely open a bar for the first half of the year in a place like this where we meet blood every day.

Power is not just about appearance. I hear the pureblooded bloodliners are all weak, but they are the real demons, and they say you can twist a dozen Imperial Expeditionary Armies with one finger! And any man in the Imperial Expeditionary Army who burns fire and cooks can kill dozens of them.

Behind the bar, he stood motionless, like a statue again, not knowing if he was stunned or contemplating. This is his iconic move, where a thousand nights becomes part of the bar context when there is no need for him to work.

In the drawer under the bar is a Cole large caliber pistol. This heavy big, well-made, classically designed, seven-piece bullet pack is the work of the Imperial military giant Blackstone Heavy Industries, known as a small steel gun in a gunpowder pistol, the power of which is simply not the old-fashioned firearm of a waste-picker.

In the first few days of Mansh's opening, this Cole had smashed the heads of six guys, and then nobody dared to come back, at least not in town.

The bars are getting louder and the drinkers are moving louder and louder, and women scream angrily from time to time.

But with a few pieces of copper stuffed into their underwear, these women will rejoice, and with a few pieces of copper, they will twist their powerful waists, sit on the men's thighs, and let them touch each other as they please. What goes further depends on the will and price of both parties.

Manju Sava has rooms, but they are not often used, and opening a room is a very luxurious thing. Why go to your room if you can solve things in the grass? That's what most wildlings think.

Looking indifferently at the night, everything seemed to be very far from him.

None of these women had anything to do with him, just borrowed this place to solicit business. With them, the Guests will also have more fun drinking, a porcupine like a flirtatious pig.

There is already a waste-picker who can't wait to rush out the side door with a woman in his arms. Before the door was closed, the sound of heavy objects falling on the ground rang, followed by men's wheezes and women's exaggerated screams.

Wastepickers who have just returned to the city have a little money in their pockets, and their precarious lives make them more generous than the townspeople, so they are more popular with women. Of course, when they had copper in their pockets.

The atmosphere in the bar was lit up in a moment.

Thousands of nights began to get busy, and the order for wine flew in one after the other. But his moves were skilful and steady, and a glass of spirits was produced on the pipeline, and all the requirements were met in strict order, with no errors, no omissions, and precision as if it were a machine.

Then came another woman, wearing a short jacket, a black tight suit, bound to a full place, and a pair of canvas trousers, common among adventurers, to expose her thin but powerful thin waist belly. Her little belly was tattooed with a black scorpion, adding a wild seduction to her young and vibrant flesh.

The biggest difference between her and the rest of the women in the bar is that it's like the youth that flies at the next minute, and every inch is full of fresh flavors of green grass after the rain. In addition, her lips are as red as a flame, and in this gloomy place is the shiniest color.

As soon as she walked into the bar, she became the focus of men's eyes.

“Girl! How much for a night's sleep?” A waste-picker who had just arrived at the lighthouse town called.

“An imperial silver coin.” The woman answered as directly as the scavenger asked and walked to the bar and sat down.

This price changes the face of several new pickers. It's an Imperial Silver Coin! They had to wander the wilderness for two months before they could earn an Imperial Silver Coin.

But women smell youthful and wild all over their bodies, as if every inch of their skin was glowing, making men feel like they were on fire. From the moment she walked in, the other women in the bar compared to her, immediately became like the old hens who had lost their hair.

“Are you made of atomic alloy down there?” Someone's starting to get dissatisfied. But then he was pulled over by his friends.

“That's Minnie, she's strong, but she's got a lot of pricks! It's okay. Don't mess with her!” The friend whispered.

Min Er knocked on the bar and said, "Whatever you want, just be excited enough. ”

After silently conditioning a large glass of wine for a thousand nights, he touched a small steel pot that was close to him and dripped a drop of something into the glass before pushing it to Min 'er's face. The greedy eyes of the drinkers immediately split half to the glass in front of Min Er.

That little steel pot is the signature recipe for the bar, and nobody knows what's in it. But even the worst wines, with a drop of what's in them, become nosy and a small sip will make you forget all your worries.

Whatever Min does, she gets a drop every time, which is a privilege unique to her.

She seemed unhappy and reached out, "Do you have a cigarette? Make it special. ”

Another handmade cigarette was touched from under the bar at night, with a striking red line on it.

Min Er grabbed it, lit it, took a deep breath and held her breath. For a long time, it was not until she couldn't hold out that a breath of smoke with a special aroma erupted and an unusual layer of redness immediately appeared on her face.

Many people in the bar stretched their necks and inhaled the smoke.

The cigarette was short, she smoked only three sips and burned to the end.

Min looked at the extinguished cigarette butt with some regret and said, "One more! ”

But the thousand nights did not move: “You can only smoke one every three days, or you will die quickly. ”

“I've had enough!” Min said a little self-righteously. But no matter what she said, she didn't get a second special cigarette, and her words were ignored at all.

Min's eyes shifted to the face of a thousand nights, and suddenly she smiled and said, “Night, you know, I've wanted to scratch your face several times! I don't like to see anything prettier than me! ”

Thousand Nights mouth corner just pulled a little, even if it smiled.

Minnie surrendered and raised her hand as if to stare at Thousand Nights and say, "Okay, I don't want any more smoke. So this is your treat? ”

Thousands of nights did not respond to her gaze of anticipation, because the word "hospitality" meant something else. In this place of abandonment, where there is no empathy but an exchange of interests, there is never a truly free thing, buy this meal for a thousand nights and she will pay her own body in return.

Seeing a thousand nights of unresponsiveness, Min broke down the bar angrily and raised her voice and said, "Who's going to pay for me tonight? ”

Many people couldn't help but swallow their own saliva, and their hot, greedy eyes kept swimming on Min, but no one answered. An Imperial Silver Coin! Unless they're really crazy, they're gonna spend a lot of money on a woman.

Finally, a two-meter-tall one-eyed man came over, licked his lips, photographed an imperial silver coin heavily on the bar and yelled, “Here I go! ”

Min Er hummed and said, "I told you, I don't like you. You can't!”

The One-Eyed Man didn't have a seizure, but hey hey hey laughed a few times and went back to his seat.

Min Er bounced his silver coin and drew an arc and dropped it on his head. The one-eyed man grabbed the silver coin and shouted: “You'll love me sooner or later! ”

“In the next life!” Minnie echoed in high voice.

Min Er pulled out dozens of copper, patted it on the bar, and then reached out and swept it, and the pile of copper flew in rows and fell into the pockets of a thousand night shirt with eyes. She had a beautiful hand and suddenly aroused a thrill.

What if we replace the copper plate with a flying knife?

Previously, those who wanted to sleep with her shrunk their heads, and this woman was a spicy handbag.

“Want a room!” Min said.

“The third room is empty.” A thousand nights handed over a key, and his words were always scarce.

Min 'er picked the key ring with his slender finger, let it fly around, and then stared at the night with a hot, burning eye. He smiled and said, “I don't lock the door at night, you come in if you have the guts! ”

“But I'll lock the door.” A thousand nights to answer.

Minnie spit a dirty word in her mouth and broke down the bar angrily. But when she punched down, the bar shook up!

The people in the bar looked up blindly at the surrounding area, and the eyes of the thousand nights flashed with faint light, and then returned to normal.

Suddenly a bald sheriff shouted in horror: "Wait a minute! I'm opening the door! Open the door now! ”

The sheriff's voice went down, and suddenly there was a shocking explosion outside, and the air waves and shock waves whizzed, shattering all the windows of Mansh Savannah. Splashed glass fell on a lot of people's heads, and some unlucky guys were cut, but nobody complained, and people looked out in horror.

Heavy footsteps were heard in the town, the sound of military boots treading on the ground.