Chapter 574: The Great Flood Washed the Dragon King Temple (1)

Chapter 574: The Great Flood Washed the Dragon King Temple

There is an annoying and depressing atmosphere in the atomic bar, in which people are unconsciously affected by this strange atmosphere, and even their temper is easy to become irritable and uneasy, like a powder keg, as long as the slightest spark is stained, it will explode.

The blonde man stared at Xu Qing with burning eyes, as if he was waiting for him to smash the wine bottle on his head, which was clearly a provocative look.

Xu Qing didn't expect to encounter such an under-pumping thorn when he first came, took out his mobile phone and started to dial the phone, but he didn't expect that the other party's phone could not be connected after dialing it twice, he could only put the phone back in his pocket depressedly, what does Laura's mother-in-law mean? When people came, she played missing, teasing me?

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, another annoying voice came from behind him: "If you want to leave, you should pay for the drink, right?" A total of 10,000 yuan, because you know Laura, I can give you a 10% discount......"

Before the other party finished speaking, Xu Qing had already taken out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and threw them over his left shoulder, and the banknotes drew an arc in the air and landed on the bar accurately, and at the same time blocked the blonde man's mouth.

"Don't look for it, just tip the rest." Xu Qing deliberately brought five dollars in cash, which came in handy, and he found that the biggest advantage of the dollar bill is that the area is small, and the dollar bill of one hundred yuan is only equivalent to the area of one dollar in Huaxia, which is very convenient to carry on his body.

The blonde man didn't expect that the other party didn't take the money seriously at all, and could only look at the pale man with a pleading look.

Unexpectedly, the white-faced man reached out and directly scooped up the stack of banknotes from the bar and threw them at the back of Xu Qing's head, and shouted fiercely: "Dare to use counterfeit banknotes in the atomic energy bar, you are too bold." ”

Xu Qing didn't dodge or dodge, and even a single hair of his hair couldn't hurt him with the little force behind him, but the two guys on the bar were obviously deliberately finding fault, and they didn't know what kind of medicine Laura's mother-in-law was selling in her gourd?

Syllable! There are still two feet away from the back of the person, and the stack of banknotes seems to have hit an invisible wall of air and was directly bounced away and scattered, and the colorful coins are like flying colorful butterflies, which are particularly eye-catching under the reflection of the red light.

"I've never used counterfeit banknotes, but you can tell Laura that someone surnamed Xu has been here." Xu Qing was very angry at the unreasonable behavior of the two guys in the bar, and now he endured it without having a seizure, but he had completely lost interest in the king of the strangers.

The white-faced man in the bar turned pale, and suddenly stretched out his left palm to the wine bottle on the table, held the bottle belly and knocked it obliquely to the edge of the bar. The entire bottleneck was smashed, revealing a row of canine-toothed fractures.

It is normal to say that if you stab someone with a wine bottle, you should grab the bottleneck and knock the belly of the bottle, but this guy just knocked it up, and a rich aroma of wine escaped from the mouth of the bottle and blended into the surrounding air.

The white-faced man held the belly of the bottle in his hand, and quickly poured the wine into his right palm, only to hear a crisp sound, and the wine poured into the palm instantly condensed into two dark red ice edges, which can make the wine freeze instantly at least minus ten degrees, this guy is really a stranger.

Whoosh - between the two ice edges in his hand, he flew out of the air, and shot at Xu Qing's back with two sharp roars, and the white-faced man poured another stream of wine, and there were three more ice edges in his palm covered with spiral lines.