Gray seems to be the only style here. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the whole world full of gray atmosphere, which is suffocating.

Everyone is like a machine, working! Job! Tireless work, as if work is everything, indeed, in this world, it seems that without money, nothing can be done.

It's just that everyone doesn't care about this, as if the so-called hope for life in this world is all empty talk and a burden. Except for their own purses, those self-righteous gods never care about anyone other than themselves.

In a corner of the divine realm, the same gloom, the same world, but here is not like the center of the divine realm, rich and prosperous, and the appearance of gods coming and going. But like a forgotten lost land, there are no tall buildings in sight, only small buildings that occasionally fall into flour like small insects, which are not worth mentioning.

Federos, such a place, is small and desolate.

It is a bar called "God Killer", and most of the gods who work in the neighborhood come here to consume. Those who have a good income come here to have fun, with a happy expression on their faces, and those who drink it are called honey. And those with poor income are purely depressed, with a bleak face, and swallowing naturally bitter water.

"Gollum... Grunt... Hah..."

A god with black wings, a pig-faced human body, but a dragon-like muscle, drank all the wine in the cup, and then slammed the wine glass to the ground, wiped his mouth viciously, and said:

"Grandma, Lao Tzu has worked hard for a year to get so little money, but at the end of the year, he has to hand over more than half of it, and he is now barely enough to eat a meal, but it is better to be as happy and free as he was in the Nether Realm, he can do whatever he wants, kill people at will, have whatever he wants, where it is like now, he will be angry with his gods!"

"Shh

A slightly chubby god on the side, who also had a bull's face, hurriedly raised his index finger to silence his mouth, and shouted angrily:

"Hey! You guy, don't you die! Do you dare to say such a big rebellion? ”

After speaking, he looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention to his side, so he took a long breath and whispered:

"How can a small person like you and me have the right to talk about those big people of the Divine Judgment Troupe!? Do you know that the elders of the Divine Judgment Group are all dignified God-Emperor level existences! If you offend them, you won't know how to die! ”

"Look at your cowardly stupidity!" The pig-headed god looked disdainful:

"I think that's all you have in your life, in the God Realm, a guy like you might as well go out and sell his ass!"

Although the pig-headed god looked disdainful, his slightly trembling eyelids when he mentioned the "God Cutting Group" still exposed the fear in his heart.

Not to mention what kind of person can eat in the god realm, no one wants that bull-headed bad guy even if he sells his ass! This has to be a lot of flavors!

There are all kinds of ghosts, snakes, and gods in the bar, and although everyone is not a fellow traveler, they can talk cordially as if they were a family. This scene, if it is placed in those metropolises in the center of the Divine Realm, I am afraid that it will become a great spectacle, because after all, in the Divine Realm, even those "big people" who can only exist in the discussion are not monolithic.

"Jingle bell!"

The door of the bar was opened, and the wooden door slammed against the brass bell, and a crisp and loud sound sounded that some people diverted their attention from the conversation, but immediately went their separate ways, and did not linger too much on the "newcomer".

The light dust, fluttering and following the "newcomer" who had just entered, seemed like an elf, bringing a hint of confusion to this person's body.

The manager of the bar is a goddess with a catwoman-like body, and she is very happy to hear that a customer is visiting, after all, this is her financial resources.

She came to the edge of the bar, her hands on her chin, exposing even more of the furrow between the two little ones, which was already difficult to hide by the little cropless bra.

"Excuse me, this guest, what kind of service do you want?"

She smiled sweetly, as if there was something else in her so-called "service", and it was inevitable that people would want to be crooked.

What's even worse is that her soft and slender jade arm is still gently resting on his shoulder, and a bewildering fragrance climbs up to his body like a ghost.

"Oh, service, I want to think about ......"

The new guest's eyes inevitably looked at the tempting and criminal ravine, and when he was about to continue laughing, his face suddenly turned pale, and he said:

"I'm sorry, I'm a decent gentleman, please take your hand back, if you really want to charm me in this way, I don't mind......"

He put his hand in the shape of a palm knife, put it on the wrist of the proprietress, and said lightly:

"I don't mind keeping this hand as my collection."

"This, this distinguished guest, if you have something to say, why bother with knives and guns?"

The proprietress had a stiff expression, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, because she had just clearly seen that although the male god's palm was simply on her shoulder, the suffocating killing intent was really imprinted on her wrist like a knife.

What's even more terrifying is that although this person's killing intent is huge, it is extremely targeted, which can be known by the other customers in the store, because it seems that no one but himself feels this killing intent at all.

The proprietress is not an ordinary person, with her countless readings, of course she knows that this guy in front of her who doesn't seem to have any characteristics is definitely something she can't provoke.

"At least at the attribute god level, it may even be a feudal god!"

The proprietress guessed not without purpose, such a control of killing intent is enough to ...... in an instant Kill her in seconds!

"Very good"

The male god suddenly smiled brightly, and the proprietress felt that the huge pressure on her body disappeared in an instant, and the strong gap made her almost vomit blood.

The male god took his hand back and said with a smile:

"Give me a cup of God-King Blood!"

Silent!

It was as if everyone in the entire bar had been immobilized, and the male god didn't speak loudly, but it was just enough to be heard by the audience.

"Hahaha......"

A burst of laughter sounded, and then it seemed to detonate the audience, driving everyone's laughter nerves.

The audience burst into laughter, not giving the man any face.

"Do you hear that, this guy actually said, 'Give me a cup of God-King Blood'! I really don't know how to write dead words! ”

"Hahaha, that's it, this guy thinks he is a person, and he still wants to drink the blood of the God King, does he think he is the God Emperor!"

"Stinky boy, there is no blood of the god king here, and there will still be decades of essence here at that time, do you want it?"

Everyone seemed to have heard some funny joke, only the proprietress just now was scared and sweated, because only she, the person concerned, knew that the strength of this male god was not simple.

Let's ask, can a guy who can form a sharp blade like a substance by just relying on coercion, be a simple person?

Even she thought that this terrible guy wanted to drink the blood of the God King was true. And if that's the case, everyone here today, including her, will be ......

"Heh, I know that I can't drink the blood of the God King here."

The male god smiled helplessly, shrugged his shoulders, and said in disappointment:

"Anyway, I didn't expect the blood of the God King here, if that old guy knew that I was actually trying to drink the blood of the God King again, I'm afraid I would be very angry."

With that, he shook his head and turned around and left. It was just the stupid expressions of everyone in the room, no, all the inexplicable foolish expressions and bursts of boos.

The proprietress let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from her face, secretly glad that she had finally let this plague god go.

Just as everyone was laughing at the unscrupulous man, in the corner of the bar, a few people were drinking sullenly, because they had been silent, and no one paid attention to them.

It's just that one of them, since the male god just now came in, has been staring at him until he went out, then nodded to his partner, and said:

"I guess, that's right, although the aura is very well hidden, but...... You can't go wrong! That's her! ”

"Heh, if we do this vote, we won't have to work for dozens of years."

"I've been chasing it for hundreds of years, and I've finally found it, action!"

"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!"

"Boss, check out!"

"Hey, here, eh, where are the people?"

The proprietress was shocked, she heard someone want to settle the bill, but when she came to the source of the sound, she found that there was no one! Only a few gold coins lay on the table, glittering.

The breeze blew up a little dust, and also blew up his black robe, and the black hat of his coat was also blown up, revealing his ugly face.

His black cheeks were covered with shiny black steel-like scales, and his eyes were the size of an egg. What's even more remarkable is that his face is covered with dark purple magic patterns, which adds a sense of demonic horror to this god who is already not good-looking.

This god is the god who just threatened to drink the "blood of the god king" in the bar.

He looked up at the clear sky, but all he got was an endless gray bleakness.

He combed his pale hair with his hand, but his face looked thoughtful, sighed lightly, and said:

"Shura, did you really choose such a path? Gone, can you still come back? Or do you think only that magical race has a way to deal with him? And ......"

The god bowed his head, blinked, and said as if resentful:

"You said that there is a god king's blood to sell in this place, so I promised you to come to this place where birds don't, but there is no god king in this poor and remote ghost place, so what is the blood of the god king."

"Hee-hee!"

Suddenly, a crisp laugh came from the god's pocket.

I saw a light little guy instigating a pair of wings like colorful butterflies, flying towards the god, leaving a rainbow-like afterimage.

She circled around the god a few times, then flew over his head, tugging at his hair and laughing, as if she was not afraid of this god-killing figure in the eyes of others.

"Don't say that, I said that there is the blood of the god king here, not that it is sold in this bar."

The elf-like figure flapped its wings and flew to the shoulders of the black-clothed god, and said dissatisfiedly:

"Satan, you are really, you are a cabbage when you are a god-king, everywhere? This is the edge of the divine realm, and it is not the imperial capital. Even in the imperial capital, there is only one who dares to openly sell the blood of the god king. Over here? You give that proprietress ten dares to ask her if she dares to deal with a god king? You want to drink the blood of the God King here, it's just ......"

This little god looked at this ugly-looking god as if he were an idiot, and his cute little face was full of a look called "contempt".

And it is worth mentioning that this god who is abused by the little god like a butterfly actually has a chilling title like "Satan".

What's even more interesting is that this fierce god who almost killed the proprietress in the bar just now turned out to be obedient to this little god, and he was not angry even when she said such insulting words.

"It's just a little disappointed, after all, I haven't drunk the blood of the God King for a long time. By the way, phoenix," Satan scratched his tousled white hair, and said quietly:

"You didn't seem to be very friendly to that female boss just now, especially when he put his hand on my shoulder, I almost felt your killing intent, and even pinched my waist in my pocket, what do you mean?

"Yes, you have to take care of it!"

Huang Feng's little face flushed, and she said indignantly:

"I'm just not happy with that woman scratching her head, you have an opinion!"

"Damn, the ass is so warped, why is it so big...... Obviously, no one else has it themselves, so I feel inferior and say ......"

Huang Feng said, and glanced at his own, although he is not an airport, but after all, it is not so "choppy".

"Huh?"

Satan doesn't know what to say anymore, this little girl is only a few hundred years old, why do you think things are so complicated?

"But ......"

"But what a fart! Where do you have so many questions? In the future, you can just do what the old lady says. ”

With such a petite image as a phoenix, it is really interesting to say such words as "old lady". And when Huang Feng finished saying this call, his face seemed to be even redder.

Satan snickered, but his face pretended to be pitiful and innocent, and it was amazing that he and the lovely phoenix could form such a sense of harmony.

"Little girl, since this guy makes you so angry, why don't you follow me!"

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