(1st Update)

"Handsome guy, do you want a glass of Bloody Mary?"

Hearing this, Yang Ming raised his eyelids and looked at the maid in front of him.

A tight-fitting black dress can barely wrap the plump figure, the clothes on the chest are almost bursting, the body is sprayed with cheap perfume, a pungent smell comes to the nose, a pair of beautiful eyes with a lot of experience, with three points of flirtation and four points of banter, it seems that because of Yang Ming's too young face, it has aroused some "interest" of this maid.

As the maid's voice fell, the guests in the tavern who had been drinking and bragging about themselves also shifted their gazes, with wisps of malicious gaze, if they were to be a chick, maybe they would have been restless at this time.

Bloody Mary, also known as Huangquan Dew, is a drink made of human blood.

In addition, whether or not you can drink Bloody Mary is also a test of whether outsiders are qualified to go to the killing capital.

Yang Ming is naturally not a heavy taste, and he doesn't want to try this thing.

Yang Ming ignored the scrutinizing gazes of the maids and guests, and said lightly:

"Auntie, pour me a cappuccino."

A man's money, a woman's age, are taboos to avoid.

Yang Ming shouted the maid and aunt in front of him in public, but if she was in another city outside, at most, it would just make the other party unhappy, and it would not have any impact.

But it's different here!

This is a paradise for criminals, a gathering place for villains, and not a single innocent person who comes to the killing capital has at least a few people's blood on their hands.

The maid's pretty face changed slightly, the snake's waist bowed, her right hand wiped her thigh, the dagger hidden under the short skirt was held in the palm of her hand, and her annoyed eyes were extremely indifferent, just like an assassin who had been assassinated, and the dagger in her hand, which was more than a foot long and shaped like a fish intestine, flashed with cold light, and stabbed Yang Ming's neck straight, wanting to stab the unscrupulous young man in front of him to death!

The guests in the tavern were not surprised at all, but had a smile of excitement on their lips, as if they were very interested in what was about to happen.

"Smack!"

There was a crunch.

What is shocking is that the dagger that the maid must hit is sandwiched between two white jade-like fingers, and no matter how hard the maid tries, she can't get an inch.

In an instant, the maid realized that she had kicked on the iron plate, and her face turned extremely pale.

Even the guests who were originally going to watch the show were silent at this time, and their eyes were frozen.

The maid's beautiful lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to open her mouth and beg for mercy.

It's just that before she could speak, she saw the excessively young man in front of her snap his fingers.

The Qinglian Sword Technique has long been mastered by Yang Ming, and it has already been able to reach the point where picking flowers and flying leaves can be used as swords, and the sword qi of the void flick swiped the throat of the maid who didn't know how many men had defiled it.

The throat splits and blood bursts out.

The blood arrow that would have splashed on Yang Ming's face was affected by an invisible repulsive force, and quietly fell into the cup that Yang Ming had drunk, and the magnificent color of blood rippled.

Quiet!

Unparalleled Tranquility!

Yang Ming showed his hand in a small way, and immediately shocked these villains, killers, and criminals in the tavern.

The highest strength of the guests present was only a forty-second level Soul Sect, most of them were ordinary people, and it was difficult for them to understand the principle of what was happening in front of them, but this did not prevent them from fearing the young and excessive teenager in front of them.

The face that originally seemed to them to be few people to be bullied turned into a demon in their eyes in an instant, a demon who kills people without blinking!

It's ridiculous to say that these villains and murderers have caused a lot of bad things outside, and they can be regarded as murderous characters, but when they meet characters who are even more ruthless than them, their cowardly and humble nature is immediately exposed.

Yang Ming frowned slightly.

Originally, the air in the tavern was muddy enough, but now with the smell of some people after incontinence, it is no longer possible to stay here.

Yang Ming stood up and walked to the bar, the two waiters behind the bar were stunned, and they didn't seem to have come back to their senses.

Shaking his head slightly, Yang Ming raised his fingers, replaced the sword with his hand, and the cyan sword qi slashed from top to bottom, and the bar made of hundred-year-old mahogany in front of him immediately split in half, the incision was smooth and bright, and then the ground under the cover of the bar was exposed, and the ground was also torn apart by the sword qi aftermath, revealing a huge hole.

"Whew, whew, whew!"

The eerie cold wind, like the frost blowing in the cold winter wax moon, makes people shudder.

The bottomless hole, like a vicious gluttony opening its bloody mouth, is like leading to the deep abyss of hell with no way back, looking down, it is difficult to see the end.

This is the entrance to the Killing Capital.

Seeing Yang Ming jump in, the two waiters behind the bar opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but in the end they still didn't have the courage to open their mouths to stop them.

When you enter the hole, the field of vision becomes infinitely dark, this is a dark tunnel, all the light seems to be unable to penetrate in, you can only hear the constant whistling of the wind in your ears, and you don't know how deep the tunnel is, which is enough to make the mentally weak shiver.

Yang Ming is a master of art and bold, and his face is not shocked.

After falling a few meters, I finally got my feet on the ground.

Under the dark hole, a pair of blue pupils pierced through the void, and saw clearly that this was a long corridor in front of him, which stretched downward slantingly.

Silence, coldness, darkness.

Only the sound of footsteps from the soles of mocskin boots rubbing against the uneven stone floor constantly echoes in the narrow corridors, adding to the illusion of a long distance.

I don't know what the material of this Yongdao is, even if Yang Ming's divine sense is strong, it can't spread a hundred meters away like it on the surface, so there is no way to know how long and deep this Yongdao is, Yang Ming can only condense the powerful divine consciousness within ten meters of his body to avoid being attacked in the dark.

When Yang Ming walked forward one thousand four hundred and sixty-two steps, a cold voice suddenly came from all directions.

"Welcome to the Killing Capital, the capital of hell, a world full of killing, where you can get everything you want, at the cost of your life."

Pretending to be a ghost.

The corners of Yang Ming's mouth twitched disdainfully, but he didn't say anything to refute it.

Turning a corner, a faint light came from ahead, expelling the darkness in the corridor.

If you look closely, there is an open portal in front of you, and on the other side of the portal, there are many life breaths.

The further you go to the light, the more you can hear the noise.

When Yang Ming walked out of the corridor, one hundred and one people appeared in front of him.

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