Yesan Pass, Triumph City, the original George Bar, now Tony's Bar! Liu Jue did not go back, nor did he choose to find the so-called son, but came to this Qing bar.

Randomly found a booth, Liu Jue listened to the soft music, began to fall asleep, and the whole person seemed to be unable to lift his spirits at all.

"Drink something?" The bartender asked, it turned out that he didn't know when, and Liu Jue was the only one left in the entire bar.

He focused his gaze on the bartender in front of him, well-dressed, in a black suit jacket with a pink pocket that turned out.

The five fingers of the hands propped up on the bar are slender, and the nails are coated with a layer of transparent nail polish, and the red nail polish is used to depict a bewitching mandala.

Liu Jue raised his head, and what caught his eye was a slightly delicate face, the hair on his forehead was broken into fine bangs, his hair was blonde, a bit like a Chinese-Russian mixed-race, with a straight nose, narrow sword eyebrows, thin lips, and a good-looking actor like the president in the comics.

However, Liu Jue's attention is not on this, he has a pair of gray eyes, those eyes appear deep, looking at them is like facing an endless abyss, and everything is gray.

"Any recommendations?" Liu Jue asked, his eyes suddenly had a hint of brilliance, and his expression rarely had a little bit of seriousness.

"Three days of broken love, how?" The bartender said with a smile on his face, like a wise man who has seen through the red dust.

"Three days of broken love?" Liu Jue thought about it for a while, and then asked again: "What does it feel like?" ”

"You'll know, wait a minute!" The bartender bowed slightly with a smile on his face.

Liu Jue looked at it and sank into his own world again, it's really good here, there is no noise when it opened, and I just want a glass of wine, a glass of wine of my own.

"Okay, please use, from right to left, take your time, don't rush!" The bartender said with a smile.

I don't know when the music has changed, it's a slightly sad song, no lyrics, just a little key with a hint of worry.

The ensemble of piano, violin, and an unknown instrument has a gentle sound like a gentle river, and the sound of the piano rises and falls like a rainy night.

Liu Jue picked up the first glass of wine in front of him, swayed slightly, revealing the darkness like a black pearl, and took a sip gently, and then, at the moment when he was not paying attention, the bartender used a specially customized Zippo lighter to ignite the remaining alcohol in the cup, and Liu Jue poured it all into his stomach with a sudden tilt of his neck.

A hot stinging sensation rises from the heart, and the stinging person wants to cry.

Liu Jue suddenly picked up the second cup and drank it all, the alcohol taste didn't seem to be very strong, there was a trace of sourness on the taste buds, and then the whole heart seemed to be hanging in the air, and the music became a little lyrical in time, the tear ducts trembled slightly, and there was a glimmer of light in the eyes.

The bartender watched Liu Jue's performance, then pushed the third glass of wine to his side, and said in his mouth: "Drink!" Then get a good night's sleep! "There was magic in his eyes.

Liu Jue smiled suddenly, then picked up the last cup of pure white liquid and drank it all, and the whole person just lay on the bar.

"Shut the door! Closed tonight! The bartender said, and then the whole world suddenly became dark, except for Liu Jue, who was still lying on the bar.

Fa Lai Ruona.

"Are you sure it's not an easy price?" The agent of the Van Zhuo clan said.

"Of course, this is my sincerity, and you only need to answer me, okay, or not?" Fate looked directly at the agent of the Van Zhuo clan, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes flashed away, but it still made him feel shocked, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Okay, fate, don't scare the juniors, let's talk!" An old voice sounded, but no one was seen, and the people above the disc meeting still did not change in the slightest, only the agent of the Fanzhuo clan respectfully called "Old man!" (Su Xiu Lao)

"Hehe, I said who woke up! This shelf is really not small, I don't know how many years old the ghost has lived, it's still small, joke! Fate didn't seem to care about the person in the shadows, and there was a thick mockery in his tone.

"You know, this kind of quarrel is meaningless, and we don't have any superior-class relationship, even if it is, you know that we don't care at all." The old man of the Fanzhuo clan said.

"Hehe, let's say, since you have come forward, you must be able to replace those six!" Fate lay on his back, but his eyes were fixed on the top of the cave.

"Of course, fifty years is too little, a hundred years!" Su Lao said.

"Are you really a bully?" Fate suddenly stood up and said in a tough tone.

"Of course not, but this is our unanimous opinion, if we don't agree, the matter can be stopped!" Su Lao said without backing down.

"Is that so? But aren't you afraid that you won't be able to endure ten years? For ordinary people, it is only a moment of time, but for those of you who have lived for thousands of years, ten years! It's quite a challenge! Fate sat down, his tone calmed down, and there was no wave in his eyes.

"It's only ten years, you also said, it's just a snap of a finger, I believe, you can get through it." Su Lao said in a light tone.

"Okay, isn't it just a hundred years! I promised you the last hundred years, how can I be afraid of the remaining hundred years! Fate suddenly relented.

Just as fate relented, the attendant who had just led her in re-entered through the door of the cave, holding a tray with a parchment scroll in it.

Fate looked at it, and then said, "Blood Pact, don't you believe me like that?" "Yes

"Can ghosts still believe in ghosts? Like you said, ghosts like us are no longer trustworthy, or the bloody blood contract can make ghosts feel more at ease! The old man seemed to mean something.

Fate gently twisted the parchment scroll with his thumb and middle finger, and after reading every word on it clearly in the light, he suddenly picked up the dagger in the waiter's tray with his right hand, and slashed it at his left hand, and a small slit appeared on his thumb.

With a slight force, a drop of dark red blood dripped on the parchment scroll, driving the entire scroll of text to glow red, and the word "blood contract" at the top looked particularly terrifying.

"Alright, old ghost!" Fate waved his hand as he spoke, and put the dagger on with his other hand.

The waiter stooped down, performed an ancient ritual, and then stepped back the way he came.