At seven o'clock, the splendid bar ......

Qin Feng walked into the door of the bar a little tiredly, picked a dim corner, and sat alone, holding a cheap beer in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Looking at the crazy writhing bodies in the center of the stage, the deafening music, and the violent friction of the body, everything makes people have a dreamy and unreal illusion, and hundreds of people release their passion and commotion under the neon lights.

When he was alone, Qin Feng always put on a cold coat, and there was no expression on his indifferent and expressionless face.

Young and frivolous, this is the coat that Qin Feng wears the most.

"Boy, I like this seat, go away!"

An extremely discordant voice appeared beside Qin Feng, Qin Feng raised his head contemptuously and glanced at it, then he no longer paid attention to this big man who was more than one meter and eight.

The big man's long hair with a crushed nose was dyed gray, the exaggerated axe tattoo on his arm, and the eyes of Semimi stared at the crisp breasts of the charming woman in his arms, everything was told: I am - a scoundrel!

The bewitching woman with heavy makeup in the arms of the white-haired man looked at Qin Feng vigorously, eager to swallow him, this guy is really handsome, he just doesn't know how to do kung fu in bed, he must understand it if he has the opportunity.

"Boy, are you deaf! Finally give you a chance, if you don't give up your seat again, don't blame Lao Tzu for being too ruthless!" The annoyed and angry guy saw that this Sven young man didn't take himself seriously, and he was immediately furious, but his own woman was watching from the side!

Qin Feng, who was disturbed, hung his head, and others could only see his handsome and delicate side face like a knife, but they didn't notice that his eyes had become cold as frost, and there was a faint hint of bloodthirsty.

The red eyes exuded a strange brilliance under the neon light, and the smile on the corner of the mouth was also glowing with cold cruelty.

Everyone suddenly felt that the space around them was surrounded by his dark aura, which was a cold aura that was darker than darkness.

Qin Feng's eyes changed, and he raised his head, with a bright smile on his face, staring at the guy who didn't know whether to bother him alive or dead.

"Do you want me to change seats?" Qin Feng raised his head and looked at this young man who was slightly taller than himself, but his smile had a creepy feeling.

"How's it going, boy, there's anyone on this street who doesn't know that I'm impermanent!" the man demonstratively flexed his muscles, and his dyed gray hair fiddled with it wantonly, as if it really had a little smell, causing the bewitching woman to shake her legs and hips in disgust, and her eyes were like silk.

"It's not good, it's just ......" Qin Feng's smile suddenly became even brighter, giving people the illusion of seeing the sun.

Qin Feng suddenly picked up a wine bottle, and without saying a word, he smashed it hard at the guy whose hand was still on his horse's crisp chest, from top to bottom, it hit the center of his head, and the blood suddenly flowed down unusually eye-catchingly.

After a very crisp voice sounded, before Bai Wuchang could react, Qin Feng had already sat back in his seat and opened another bottle of beer with a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened, and he was elegantly raising the bottle to the two girls sitting next to him and drinking it with indescribable nobility.

Of course, it wasn't really that nothing happened, because the tall and burly guy who looked like he was about a meter eight was already lying on the ground, and the blood that kept pouring out of his head was even more terrifying under the dark rendering, and the miserable screams even drowned out the music in the bar.

The bewitching woman was still stunned there and didn't come back to her senses for a while, the development of things was obviously beyond her expectations, the guy who looked strong fell down extremely irresponsibly, but Qin Feng, who looked a little elegant, sat there comfortably and drank his beer, and the two girls beside him immediately had a look of worship in their eyes.

Not only Bai Wuchang's people can't accept this somewhat "cruel" reality, but many audiences who are ready to watch a good show can't accept it, and they applaud there one by one, ridiculing Bai Wuchang's uselessness.

Soon this unlucky guy was carried out by the waiter at the bar, and no one was dissatisfied, let alone standing up to "do justice", those who might as well stay at night, it was really good to please women in bed, crazy kissing couples continued to make love, flirting dog men and women were still busy rubbing oil and eating tofu, everything was as usual!

Qin Feng walked up to the two girls like a gentleman with a wine bottle, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an evil charming smile, "Do I have the honor to accompany the two young ladies to pass this dull life?"

The flattered two girls stared at Qin Feng blankly, and they forgot to speak for a while.

The two poor girls were quickly dizzy by Qin Feng's skillful communication and playing, and at this time, even if Qin Feng proposed to play a 3P game, I am afraid they would agree.

"Do you want to go to the dance floor?" Qin Feng said with a little provocation, and the hot-blooded elements in his body didn't seem to have completely stopped.

"We didn't dare to go, this is our first time," a slightly busty girl said shyly.

Forget it, be kind today, just a good girl, Qin Feng sighed secretly and left his seat.

Qin Feng walked to the dance floor and began to imitate Michael Jackson's signature moves, starting to walk in place like a robot, perfect stiff movements, he was like a hulking robot moving slowly.

The people around Qin Feng gradually dispersed around him to enjoy his performance, and when he slid backwards without leaving his feet, people began to cheer loudly, it was Michael's moon walk, and his flowing movements were completely comparable to the dance steps of international masters.

Compared with the street dance at the campus art festival, Qin Feng just wanted to perfunctory those stubborn old antiques, and at the same time, keep himself close to the dancing skills of Guo Tianming and others.

The women couldn't help but scream loudly, and under the light, Qin Feng's already handsome face added to the evil dark aura, which made people feel intoxicated.

The gorgeous dance posture made him the protagonist of the entire dance hall, there were more and more onlookers, and the cheers became louder and louder, Qin Feng seemed to be the kind of person who was born to stand in the center of the stage, and the gaze of everyone did not make his movements stagnate in the slightest, but became more skillful.

He, like the poppy left by God to a woman, has a fatal temptation!

The dazzling poses were easily moved out by him like juggling, making those super difficult movements of professional hip-hop dance worthless to him.

The ballroom was stimulated by his solo performance, and the screams of the demons and demons were constantly dancing and screaming, especially the extremely excited cries of women filled the entire hall.

Ye Wudao, who brought up a wave of waves, was still indifferent and almost cruel on his face.

In an open corner sat a group of powerful people with arrogant temperament, and the huge momentum made it impossible for anyone around to dare to approach.

There was only one person sitting, and there were nearly ten standing.