At this time, Silver Mark was in an empty space, and all he could feel was the cyan tones scattered in all corners of the space.

In addition, these cyan colors are not stiff colors, but have a sense of flowing water.

Silver Marks tried to reach out and touch it, but couldn't get any touch.

"How unlucky am I? Always imprisoned in a variety of different spaces? ”

Faced with the boundless cyan space at present, Silver Marks gave up aimless exploration. Experience had taught him that it was an endless realm, completely disconnected from the world in which he was originally located.

But just as he had this thought, the space suddenly distorted violently, and Silver Marks only felt that the entire world around him began to vibrate, and soon his feet suddenly cracked.

The rift spread rapidly, and finally the ground under Silvermark's feet completely collapsed, and Silvermark watched as he fell into the collapsed ground.

Silver Trace knew very well that this kind of decline was basically equivalent to fantasy, and it had no real effect on him, as evidenced by the silent Ten Thousand Demon King.

In case the matter really threatens his life, the Ten Thousand Demon King will do everything possible to control his body through negotiations.

In fact, Silvermark guessed correctly, because he suddenly felt that the ground beneath his feet had regained substance, which meant that he had been detached from that unknown space.

As for why......

Silvermark looked at the man in front of him, a pale man in a tattered black robe with a sickly pale face.

Generally speaking, when ordinary people see such a man dressed up and with an abnormal look in an unfamiliar environment, they will have a little bit of horror in their hearts.

But Silvermark didn't, not only because he wasn't born afraid of the unknown, but also because the man in front of him ...... He's seen it before!

……

"How could it be you?" Roy looked at the two men who had just walked into the tavern with an unkind expression.

It's not a stranger, it can be said to be a regular customer, and it impresses Roy.

It was the tall man from yesterday, the man who called himself the 'drunkard', and he was still followed by the small, somewhat hunched man, who maintained his usual silence at this time.

Roy was gritting his teeth, if it weren't for Karanche, he really wanted to rush up and give them some color, he really didn't know why they could be so shameless.

I did that kind of thing in the hotel yesterday, but today I don't think anything happened.

"Did I disappoint you?" The drunkard clasped between his teeth with a finger instead of a toothpick, and said in a salty and unpleasant voice.

"What the hell do you want?" Roy asked again.

"Get out!" At this time, some of the guests who were present yesterday witnessed this scene, and they felt incredible and at the same time expressed solidarity.

Regular customers know that Calanch is the kind of man who treats his guests with great enthusiasm and without a trace of hypocrisy and perfunctory, and if he can't say anything like the eviction order, then we will replace him.

Indeed, those who were present yesterday were very surprised to see the drunkard again today, where did he get the courage? Isn't it always the Calanche Tavern that can be ravaged and trampled on by some kind of soft persimmon?

In the excitement of the crowd, the spearhead was immediately pointed at the drunkard and his companion.

But the drunkard didn't care at all, just like an occasion of this level couldn't stir up the waves in his heart at all.

Ignoring the sounds of the crusade, the drinker walked into the tavern on his own, then randomly found an empty seat and sat down, his eyes glaring at the breakfast glass on one of the guests' tables.

"Why are you all drinking this? Could it be that you had something to hide yesterday? ”

"You dare to mention yesterday!"

The drunkard asked Caranche in a faint tone, and this gesture made Roy angry.

"Oh, if it's just the morning, the 'Fever Caranchi Breakfast Cup' really will get the best taste out of your fanatical heart." There was no anger on Karanche's face, but he smiled a little excitedly to explain.

For him, perhaps more people would be able to enjoy the breakfast glass in his tavern, which would be quite a joy to have.

If you weren't a regular customer of the Calanchi Tavern, you wouldn't have been able to appreciate this at all.

For these regular customers, having a 'fanatical caranchi breakfast cup' in the morning has become a part of their lives and even their lives, and it is really addictive and intoxicating.

Despite the anger of most of the drunkards, this is the Calanche Tavern after all, and they don't want further violent conflicts here, and they are sorry for the reputation of the Calanche Tavern.

Dissatisfaction stops at condemnation.

"Oh, two drinks." The drunkard gestured to himself and his fellow short man beside him.

For the requirements of the guests, Calanch has always had an efficient execution.

Soon, two unique 'Fever Breakfast Cups' were freshly baked, and in case of accidents, the Calianche delivered the breakfast cups to the guests' tables.

And for the first time, after noticing the steaming fiery red wine, a different look appeared in the eyes of the drunkard.

With undisguised urgency, the drinker hurriedly took the first sip, and then couldn't help but have a shock in his eyes.

This, why, is it clearly boiling hot, but when it comes to the mouth, it is a coolness that goes straight to the bottom of the heart, mixed with the stimulation of alcohol.

And it didn't take long for a flame to burn in my heart, dispelling the coldness away.

This feeling made the drunkard intoxicated, and he slowly tasted the wine in the glass, for him who had read countless wines in his life, the wine in this cup turned out to be called the elixir and jade liquid.

It's hard to imagine that the breakfast glass brings an unimaginable taste experience to alcoholics.

Even the short man beside the drunkard, who had been silent all along, had an extra look in his eyes.

"How? Do you feel your blood boiling because of the morning fever? Oh yes. ”

Calanch looked at the drunkard expectantly and snapped his fingers eagerly.

And the drunkard responded with the same urgency.

"Go on, come again, give me three more glasses, don't I want ten!"

The drunkard grabbed Calanche's 'duck head', and his fluffy hair was scattered due to the intensity of the action, but he didn't care about it, just looking forward to it, expecting to be able to taste more of the delicious food.

But—

For the first time, Caranch responded to the drunkard's anticipation with a refusal shake.

"Oh, sorry, but the 'Fever Calanche Breakfast Cup' is only available to every guest who visits each morning."

"Excessive greed can sometimes backfire." Calanch explained with a smile.

However, a big thick hand suddenly covered his head, accompanied by the drunkard's cold drinking, "You think you are not giving face to anyone!" ”

Under the heavy pressure, the unprepared Caranch's head made direct contact with the wooden floor of the tavern.

Fortunately, the wooden floor does not cause irreversible consequences.

But damage to the floor was inevitable, as there were some cracks in the ground due to the impact.

"Bastard thing!"

This time, the drunkard's actions also angered Roy in the true sense, not including all the guests and Tanhachi and the others.

The drunkard and his companions were completely caught in the crosshairs, but the drunkard's face was indifferent, "Don't the weak people even know how to be obedient at all?" ”

What everyone didn't expect happened, the drunkard actually chose to strike first in this situation, and the first target he chose was Roy, who had been chattering in his ear all the time.

The moment he made a move, the wrist of his right hand was surrounded by a thick red gas.

Almost at this moment, everyone discovered a fact that shocked them!

The drunkard in front of him is the owner of the punishment color system, and the aura displayed at the moment has exceeded a thousand!

Although the owner of the Punishment Color is arguably the most common and weakest of all the abilities.

But if it is this huge qi at the moment, it is a different matter.

Intuitively speaking, the broken waves that had the strength of 'double whales' at the beginning were only about two hundred when strictly converted into gas values.

Although due to his identity as a psychic, his actual combat power can even be said to be superior to that of a regular five or six hundred qi punishment color owner.

Until now, the strength of the drunkards has made people despair. Among the guests who patronized the Calanche Tavern were the owners of the Punishment Color, but the strongest of them had less than 100 energy, and there was no way to compete with the drunkard in front of them.

And as an ordinary person, if Roy eats this punch, even if the drunkard is kind and keeps enough strength, he will have to worry about his life!

Time seemed to stand still, and under everyone's gaze, the drunkard's fist approached Roy's face little by little in slow time, and at the moment when the two were about to collide—

A more powerful hand easily grasped the drunkard's hand, and then the owner of that hand threw the drunkard out completely with the strength of one hand.

The moment time returned to its normal flow speed, I saw that the drunkard had fallen at the door of the tavern.

"Huh—?!!!"

After a moment of silence, a uniform exclamation of surprise echoed throughout the tavern, and they didn't understand what it was all about.

Didn't Roy have his life threatened? How did the situation completely reverse in an instant?

Not to mention them, even the drunkards themselves fell into a strong tremor.

What the hell was going on? Who the hell is it? Who did you do to me?

As he looked around with intense doubts in search of answers, the voice of Calanch sounded in his ears with a cold coldness.

"No matter how much you mess around, you shouldn't do anything to my cherished friend......"

"Get out!"