My luck can go against the sky

There is no one on the streets of Pingnan Street.

A team of field personnel, soldiers, blockacked the entire street, the monogamato, the murderous weight.

At this point, all stores on this street are closed, and all people have cleared them.

Acer farmer front.

The phenomenon of the phenomenon in the pool of the pool, the piano of the pool: "It is the piano, very dangerous."

"According to this time, the investigation, and experiments."

"Because this piano death has reached 55 people, the boss, waiter, chef, pianist, and guests in this pub have died."

"Once someone enters the pub, the pianist sitting in front of the piano will immediately play a flashing and flashing crystalline. After five times, enter the person to die immediately, becoming an ever."

"Correctly, is not a pianist playing, but a piano playing in his own."

"I can't destroy the inside from the pub, even if I destroy the interior of the pub, after 24 hours, the pub will recover."

"After someone else enters the pub, all those who sit in the seat will imitate the movements of the person."

"I sent three people to go in, all died. After entering, the outside personnel can't observe the internal situation." Said, the magic sea life refers to the people standing in the middle of the restaurant.

Han Zi Rong nodded and kicked away the door of the pub.

Magic Sea students whisper: "Be careful, don't run, you should have no problem, don't die, this abnormal item is not to see the realm level."

Han Zizhou showed a smile and stepped into it.

boom!

The door is closed.

Han Zirong looked inside, the sky outside is black, the lights are on the pub.

Before the bar, the service staff rigid to Han Zong, there was no blood in his face, but still squatted, stiffly: "Mr., a few."

The music sounds.

"twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

"The sky is a small star."

Han Zi Rong immediately found that the body has a stiffness, looking up, looking at the piano on the performance station.

The service personnel will open again: "Mr., a few."

Han Zi looked at him calmly: "one."

Service staff reached out, walk in front: "Please, come with me, come."

Sit down by the glass window, Han Zi Rong looks to the pub, except for the night, half of the people can also see.

The outside world, the lascaphysis, but did not find Han Zong Yong, so before, external personnel, unable to observe the interior.

Inside the pub.

The waiter took the menu asked Han Zi Rong: "What to eat?"

Han Zi rid listened to music, pressed according to eyebrow, frown: "Fried beef."

Waiter: "No."

Han Zi looked at him and looked at the piano: "Take vegetables."

Waiter: "No."

Han Zirong stood up: "Rice."

In the pub, all guests sitting on the chair got up and looked at Han Zi.

Han Zi's honor is in the middle, sit down.

Others sat down and looked at themselves.

The waiter still answers: "No."

Han Zi Rong is impatient: "What do you have, give me something."

The waiter turned: "Okay." Enter the kitchen.

Second, music, sound.

Han Zi Rongzi suddenly aware of his body.

The other dead people in the pub picked up the tableware with actions, and the action seems to be flexible, bowls, dishes, empty, as if they are in the noodles, eat.

Han Zi's honor is changing, and the fantasy venting is unable to vent.

wait.

In addition to the snatch chopsticks, the bar is in addition to the sound of the tambood, and no one has no sound.

The music stops, the pub is quiet, and everyone looks to Han Zi.

At the door of the kitchen, the waiter stepped out of the door, and the figure was flexible. Before standing in Han Zong, the coherent will put down the plate and said: "Guests, the dishes are gone."

"Please dine."

The waiter has a blood color on his face, and the smile looks at Han Zi Rong.

Han Zi's honor is looking at him, low, picking up chopsticks.

The third round of music, ringing.

Han Zi Rong's arm is brought hard.

"wrong!"

"I was controlled!"

He is always moving, and the aura in Qantian in Qita is constantly impacted, and Han Ziyong raises his head and looks to the piano.

All diners followed Han Zi Rong, and looked up, he looked at him.

It is already the third round of music, and Han Zi Rong can't control a lot, no more destruction here, he will become a member of these diners.

Reaching out, picking down the chill pen hung in the waist, waving in the air.

Digital ice blade immediately appeared next to Han Zi Rong, with Han Zi Rongmei, rushing to the piano on the performance station.

A snap.

The music sound suddenly stopped and a hanker impact.

The ice blade flying in the air stops immediately, and the flip is dropped in the ground, all broken.

Music sound, once again.

All diners stand up.

Han Zi ran got up and glanced against everything in the pub.

The pianist stood up and looked at Han Zi.

The waiter went to Han Zonglong, and the voice of the stiff voice once again, but in Han Zongli, it appeared some cold.

"Mr., why don't you eat?"

Han Zirong was uncontrolled, found that he could not stand up, and Han Zi looked up, looked at the waiter, pointed at the air on the table, and points to the tray of other dietary table: "What do I eat?"

"Others don't seem to be, do you have a black store?"

Suddenly, the music sounds begin to become messy.

The waiter's turned head, one hundred and eighty-degree rotation, looking at other diners, then turned back, watching the tray before Han Zong.

Lift your hand and insert it into your pocket.

Take a knife fork and watch Han Zi Rong said: "Some, eat you."

Music correction, fourth, sound.

Han Zi Rong Pupi is shrinking.

The pound spirit is sprayed from the body, breaking free, standing up, standing up, raising his hand, and taking a palm of the waiter's head.

Other diners stand up at the same time, learn Han Zi Rong, shoot it.

Seeing this scene, Han Zi's widow is clear.

The dead will always be a dead, want to control me?

Be your spring and autumn dream!

Han Zi Rong Dynasty stepped forward and went to the piano on the performance station.

The diners in the pub, chef, the boss in the bar, Qi Qi, go to Han Zi Rong.

The sound of the elastic sound sound.

Han Zonglong was trembled, and he kept shaking. He did not stop blood in his mouth.

Tremeling, resonance.

Other diners stood in Han Zong, surrounded his group, and the breath began to gradually become the same as Han Zi.

If you don't have much, even the realm is the same as Han Zi.

Han Zi looked up, stand straight, step forward and jumped.

The diners jumped Qi Qi and hit Han Zi.

boom!

Hit the sound.

All the tables and chairs in the pub all overset.

Han Zi rushed to the ground, and the face did not show the gap piano from the crowd.

Musical sound, still keep echo in the pub.

Han Zi Rongxin, a heart slowly sinking.

The knife is lit.

The diners starts eating.

Han Ziyong immediately shredded and masked the sound.

Other dietary customers who are going to move are quadly.

The knife, chopsticks, falls on the ground, makes a mess, noisy thorn.

Han Zizhou was deeply sucking, and his face was slightly colored.