What Mo Xie didn't notice was that in the bar, whether it was the literary and artistic young man who was chanting poetry just now, or the old scholar who admired those poems, calligraphy and paintings, they all stopped what they were doing, and they all quietly watched the bartender bartending.

They looked at Mo Ye's back and showed a hint of envy.

"It's incredible! I remember the last time we asked the bartender to mix wine himself, it was our mayor! ”

"Not really! I heard that the mayor was able to drink the bartender's wine because he was accompanying a big man at the time. ”

"It's hard to find a drink! You must know that many rich people come from other places in order to drink, but they all die without a problem. ”

"The fragrance is coming, it's so strong! This wine is so strong! Just smelling the aroma of wine is a little up. ”

“……”

Mo Ye didn't care so much, but quietly watched the bartender mix the bartender.

I saw that this bartender didn't have the bells and whistles like those bartenders in ordinary bars, but his hands were very steady, and people could see his every movement.

At the same time, he muttered in his mouth while mixing wine:

"Men are good, be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand. ”

"Men should kill, and kill mercilessly."

"Immortal karma is all in killing."

"In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised."

"The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather."

"There are heroes and tyrants, and murder is chaotic."

"Gallop around the world, only boast of swords and guns."

"If you want to find this kind of now, you will catch the moon shadow in vain."

The bartender's voice is very magnetic, it sounds good, and people can't help but be immersed in it, smelling the wine, listening to the poems, and really having a desire to make people sing a song.

However, Mo Ye frowned: "Wait a minute! Don't read it! You didn't read this poem like that. ”

The bartender's bartender was visibly stunned, and a hint of anger flashed across his face, but it was well hidden.

He endured, but the people in the bar fryed.

"Does this kid understand literature! You must know that the bartender is not only a great drinker, but also a must to recite poetry! ”

"Bartender, don't mix for him, it's a waste of time to mix for him, I'll pay 30,000 yuan to buy this wine!"

"Let this kid out! This kind of place is not something that a rough man like him can enter. ”

"That's it! This isn't the bar for kids to have fun! It's not just about drinking, it's about the heritage! ”

"We finally saw the bartender bartending in person, but you interrupted, boy, you are too ignorant!"

“……”

"Noise!" Mo Ye slapped the table and turned around and scolded: "Killing is killing, how can there be so many twists and turns, and reciting a murderous poem like a deep resentful woman, you actually say it is good!" ”

"Why don't you read it as a guest officer?"

The bartender's face was obviously angry, he was dignified and lique, but he felt that it was interesting to see this kid, so he mixed a glass of wine for him with his own hands.

It's good now, you can't beat the fox and make a fuss! I was scolded! This is not allowed to be laughed out of people's big teeth!

"Good! I'll come, I'll come! Mo Ye unceremoniously agreed.

"It's really self-defeating." A literary and artistic young man scolded with anger on his face: "A rough person dares to say that he understands poetry!" ”

"You don't see it, the Confucianism bees up the strong man to die, and Shenzhou has praised benevolence and righteousness since then. Once the Central Plains was chaotic, the scholars ran to the cowardly people and wept. Mo Ye glanced at him coldly, pointed at this literary young man with his finger, and the murderous aura on his body rose up.

You must know that he just killed two people today, although it is not as tragic as the murderous aura generated by the heart demon value, but this murderous aura is the most intense.

As soon as this murderous aura came out, coupled with the poems that meant it, the literary and artistic young man suddenly changed color, angry and afraid, and trembled!

The bartender's face also changed, and he looked at Mo Ye's gaze even deeper.

Mo Xie opened his poetic spirit, unbuttoned his shirt, sat on the chair with a golden knife, and the poems in his mouth became faster and faster, and the murderous aura on his body became stronger and stronger

"I want to learn from the ancient style and regain my heroic spirit."

"Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule."

"Wearing an iron sword, he kills when he is angry."

"Cut the shares and drink the wine, talk and laugh and be frightened."

"Kill the enemy for thousands of miles, and I am willing to spend ten weeks."

"Specializing in the light of the field, and the relationship with the knot."

"Go out of the west gate, and the twilight will turn back."

"The gods are tired and sleepy, and the battle horn is blowing."

"Simon don't let his mother go, but his mother is not sad."

"The body is sweaty, and the man will not return."

"Killing the world and the world, the tragic horror of the underworld."

"Kill one person in three steps, and your heart will not stop."

"Blood flows thousands of miles, and the corpse pillows a thousand mountains."

"The strong man fights, and sleeps with the corpse of the enemy."

As his murderous aura grew stronger, the entire bar became audible, and cold sweat broke out on everyone's heads.

What Mo Xie didn't notice was that the bartender behind him didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and with the rhythm of Mo Xie's poem, the movements in his hands became faster and faster, not as clearly as he did just now, but illusions!

An inexplicable momentum also began to emerge on his body, calm and heavy, very similar to the momentum on Yuan Lao's body, but it was different, and there was a trace of sharpness in his calmness.

If Yuan Lao's momentum is a sledgehammer, then the bartender's momentum is a mace, which is not only thick but also thorny.

"It's a sin to kill one! Tu Wan is a male! Slaughtered nine million! That is, the male of the male! ”

As Mo Xie finished the last sentence, his murderous aura reached a fixed point, like a fierce beast that chooses people and devours them!

He was already in a bad mood, and he was provoked by this murderous aura, and his desire to kill was almost uncontrollable.

The whole bar was full of sluggish faces, and some timid people were about to hold back the and urine.

"Boom!"

The bartender fell with Mo Ye's words, slammed the cocktail on the table, and the whole person was like a spring breeze, slowly pouring the wine into the glass.

What makes people feel strange is that the wine is actually milky white, and the aroma of the wine is not as strong as it was at the beginning, exuding a hint of milky aroma.

"Your boy! Drink it! ”

As the bartender's words fell, the aroma of the liquor spread through the bar, and the momentum of the whole bar was relaxed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just woken up from a nightmare.

Mo Xie took the wine glass and drank it all, what made Mo Xie feel strange was that as soon as the wine was drunk, his momentum was relaxed, and the mood of the whole person began to become calmer, and his mood was not so boring.

"You're okay with this wine! It's delicious, have another drink! Mo Xie smashed his mouth, and said after a while.

"Okay! I'll tune it for you. The bartender picked up a glass of wine and took a sip, and happily replied that he was in a good mood now, and he was quite in a good mood.

He looked at Mo Ye's eyes full of gratitude, he didn't expect that the threshold that had troubled him for so many years would be solved by such a little guy.

"I'll go! What kind of eyes do you have, let me tell you, I don't do it, don't want to get me drunk. Mo Ye looked at the bartender with a wary expression.

"Poof!"

The bartender squirted out all the wine in one gulp, if this guy didn't help his benefactor, he would have to smoke him, and Lao Tzu wouldn't be a base.

At this time, the bartender looked out of the door, pursed his lips, and said disdainfully: "These people's noses are really smarter than dogs!" ”