Mengmo hugged the black cat and walked in the desert full of corpses.

The black robe wrapped around her delicate body, the robe and hat buttoned to her head, and her head half-bowed, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to her overly delicate face.

There are two kinds of people in this world, "S" and "N". No, to be precise, only the "S" is human.

"Stop!" The two guards in front of the portal stopped her, "Look up." ”

Mengmo immediately raised his head with a toothy smile, flashing bright eyes and looking at them innocently, without a hint of fear.

The guard on the left lifted her robe and hat upwards with his halberd, revealing the "N" mark on her forehead.

"Slaves are not allowed to enter Polar Ice City, get out!"

Mengmo still kept smiling, and she said unhurriedly: "The man who went in front was my master, and he ordered me to take care of his war pet, but he forgot it when I went in. ”

The two guards glanced at each other, and their attitudes immediately eased a lot, "It turned out to be a slave of Lord Lake's family, but there is a rule above that slaves are not allowed to enter Polar Ice City, and Lord Lake should know the rules." ”

"Of course, I just sent it here." Mengmo touched the black cat's head and placed it on the ground, "Go ahead." ”

"Meow~" In this world, a slave with an "N" mark is not even as good as a pet with an "S".

The black cat was about to enter the portal, but the guard on the right stretched out a foot to block the door, "Wait! How come I've never heard that Lord Lake has a black cat war pet? ”

"Yes, I haven't heard of it either, if it's your own war pet, why don't you carry it yourself?" The guard on the left also became suspicious.

"Presumptuous!" Mengmo immediately scolded with a cold face, "This cat is my wife's favorite pet before her death, the lord misses his wife, and he has been letting me follow this black cat for the past few days!" If you delay any longer, the master will be annoyed on the side of Extreme Ice City! ”

The two guards immediately retracted their feet when they heard this, bowed their heads and didn't dare to ask again, they had already heard that Lake was romantic, seeing that this little girl looked so standard, and she was so confident in speaking as a slave, it can be seen that the relationship between the two may not be ordinary, so it is better not to provoke.

The black cat glanced back at Mengmo and entered the portal silently.

Mengmo lowered his robe and hat, and whispered in his heart: At the age of three, everything depends on you......

*

The cold wind is howling, the snow is flying all over the sky, and at the end of the endless ice field, there is a snow-capped mountain as high as 10,000 feet, and on the top of the snow-capped mountain, a towering giant tree grows. No one knows where its roots lead or how deep. A mysterious merchant in Polar Ice City hollowed out the inside of the giant tree to create the most luxurious tavern in the history of the Filcher Continent - Farewell.

In the Farewell Tavern, the cheapest glass of wine costs 30 million yuan, which is equivalent to half a life savings of an ordinary businessman. There is no shortage of wealthy people in any world, some people are willing to fight their lives so that their families no longer have to worry about food and clothing, and some people are willing to spend tens of millions of dollars to drink a glass of spirits. However, in this tavern, there is one of the strongest liquors, which does not cost money......

When the wine emperor Leke entered the farewell bar in leather boots, the eyes of all the rich people in the room were focused on him.

The first of the Four Emperors of Filcher, known as the wine emperor who has tasted all the world's famous wines, has never set foot in a farewell bar.

It was rumored that the Farewell Tavern was opened by Lake himself, because the bar manager was a lover who had an affair with him, and the dark box operation in it was self-evident. But his arrival today really shocked everyone, could it be that on the third day of the news of the death of the wine emperor's wife, he was going to put his lover in his real name?

Lake walked over to the bar and sat down, slowly taking off his cowboy hat.

The young waiter was stunned for a while, then immediately put down what he was doing and hurriedly ran into the room behind the bar.

After a while, a woman in a red cheongsam walked out of the room, and she walked gracefully while tying her hair with a rubber band. Seeing the male waiter tiptoeing behind her, she didn't dare to breathe, she smiled, turned around and grabbed the waiter with her arm to her chest, and jokingly said, "Little cutie, what are you panicking about?" The Wine Emperor can come here, naturally he is here to have fun, but he doesn't know-"

The woman pushed the waiter away, sat down in front of Lake with a smile, slowly lifted Lake's chin with her index finger, and continued, "Do you want wine?" Do you still want me? ”

The corners of Lake's mouth raised slightly, and he said, "I am the Emperor of Wine, so I naturally want wine." ”

The woman wrapped her arms around Lake's neck, her flaming red lips almost touching Lake's mouth, "So- what do you want to drink?" I'm in for a treat. ”

"I'm afraid you can't afford this glass of wine."

"Heh, you're really good at laughing. In this farewell tavern, there is no wine that I can't afford to ask for. After the woman finished speaking, as if she suddenly remembered something, she suddenly froze her smile, she slowly distanced herself from the wine emperor, stared at him for a moment, and said, "Could it be ...... You're going to ......"

"June 16."

The audience was in an uproar, followed by a long dead silence.

The Wine Emperor slapped the revolver on the table, "I know the rules, one life, for a glass of wine." ”

No one here dared to move, or make a little noise, no one knew what the wine emperor was doing, and it was not that no one in the tavern had ordered June 16, but most of them were hard-working people who couldn't survive, and wanted to end their lives in the most dignified way. But Lake, the head of the Four Emperors of the Filcher Continent!

Di Ling'er looked at him silently, her expression gradually darkened, and she muttered, "Is it for her?" ”

Lake burst out laughing, and after a moment, he slapped the table, put away his smile, and said with a grim expression, "Serve!" ”

Di Ling'er bit her lip angrily, and didn't look down, just stared at Lake, and skillfully mixed wine, all kinds of wine glasses and bottles swirling and jumping in her hands, looking like a gorgeous acrobatic performance.

Syllable!

A moment later, the multicolored smoke of the wine glass was pressed against the table, and the smoke floated in the air, condensed into the shape of a skeleton, and then exploded.

The faint aroma of wine instantly filled the entire farewell bar, Di Linger picked up the revolver and put it against Lake's head, she thought she was holding back the tears in her eyes, but she didn't know that they were already hanging on her cheeks, "Drink, I'll send you on your way when you're done!" ”

Lake looked up at her, slowly picked up his glass, and drank it down.

Everyone present stood up from their seats, and someone took the lead and couldn't help shouting, "Lake! Why are you doing this? ”

The others also began to quarrel in a panic, many of them were holding the Wine Emperor's private exchange currency, and if the Wine Emperor died, those people would lose a large amount of their fortune in an instant.

"It's not worth it for a woman! Even if you die, you won't be able to resurrect her! ”

"yes, Lake, death won't solve the problem!"

Di Ling'er's hand holding the revolver was trembling constantly, how much she loved him, how much she hated him at the moment, she gave her best years, but she never got a proper name.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Lake said coldly.

Boom!!

A gunshot rang out, and the audience fell silent.

The Wine Emperor Ryker fell to the ground and died in the Farewell Tavern.

Di Ling'er's eyes widened, and she looked at the revolver in her hand in disbelief, she obviously didn't pull the trigger!

In the tavern, a childish voice slowly sounded: "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry." ”

The people in the tavern noticed that under the bar not far from Lake's body, there was a little boy who was not as tall as the bar, and he looked to be three or four years old, he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his face had three whisker-like textures, and his big, round eyes revealed infinite innocence and loveliness.

If it weren't for the smoke he was blowing away from his fingertips, no one would have believed that just a few seconds ago, the little boy had killed the Wine Emperor Ryker.

A wealthy merchant in the tavern pointed at the boy and shouted, "Ghost claw guns? He's three years old! He's a three-year-old ghost cat! ”

"He killed the Wine Emperor Ryker!"

"Run!"

The tavern was in chaos in an instant, and the rich people on the Filcher continent no longer cared about their image at all, and fled as if they had seen death.

In just a dozen seconds, the entire tavern became empty, leaving only Di Ling'er and the three-year-old two living people, and even the previous waiter took advantage of the chaos to flee for his life.

The wooden door of the tavern was still creaking and shaking, and a cold wind blew in, as if hiding a knife, cutting the leather band on Di Ling'er's head, and the black hair fell in an instant......

The three-year-old took a few steps forward and stepped on Lake's corpse, just high enough for Dick to see his eyes.

"Excuse me, Auntie, is this still open?"

Di Ling'er, who was disheveled, pointed the revolver at his head and said through gritted teeth: "Three years old! You little...... Actually shot at Lake! you! ”

Boom!

Di Ling'er pulled the trigger of his fingertips, and a hole appeared in the three-year-old's head in an instant, but he did not fall, just smiled and said nothing, and the next moment, his whole body turned into black smoke, swirling in the air of the tavern......

When the smoke re-condensed, there was a black cat on the bar, which looked like an ordinary pure black pastoral cat, and there was nothing special about it.

"Do you think you can hurt me with a toy?"

Di Ling'er stared at the black cat with red eyes and fired a few more shots at the black cat, but each time the bullet penetrated its body, it was like hitting the ethereal smoke, and it was useless.

The black cat yawned, "Meow-".

Di Ling'er tried her best to steady her breathing, "Why, why can't even bullets kill you?!" ”

The black cat licked his paws and said slowly, "Because, I'm a three-year-old ghost cat." ”