In the short darkness, the five senses are quickly debugged. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info He was in half sleep, with the help of radio waves, quickly mastering that familiar and unfamiliar body.

The residue of alcohol seemed to be still in the head, and the NPCs walking by seemed to not see the person who suddenly appeared on the wine table.

When logging back in, as long as it is the location of the safe area, there will be a logical deviation, not to make the player feel less disobedient, but to cooperate with the logic of ordinary NPCs not to distinguish players too widely.

"Hmm~ give me wine!" Before his head was raised, Ye Xuan began to scream.

"Guest, you've just woken up......," the kind maid reminded in a whisper.

"Wine! I want wine! Regardless of the hysteria, Ye Xuan didn't know how red his eyes were.

It's really embarrassing to have a drink at a bar early in the morning.

Ye Xuan, who was spread out on the table like no bones all over his body, held the wine glass as he wished, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Why be sure to throw it into the cowshed! Why!? Outside the bar, another drunk ran in with a loud shout, and there was a strange smell coming from him.

"Let him wipe his body, otherwise the old lady will throw him out herself!" The proprietress who came out of the back kitchen said coldly.

After some entanglement, Ye Xuan, who was drinking stuffy wine, felt a shadow flickering in front of him, and a middle-aged man with black skin who had been splashed with water sat in front of him, with a mouth of open teeth, looking not ugly, not too old, but his hair was already gray.

"Boy! Divide my wine and drink! I'll tell you an excellent deal. ”

Ye Xuan glanced at him, drank the wine in his mouth, put down the wine glass, and stared at the other party's eyes.

"Hiccup~" A wine burp was thrown into his nose.

"Huh! You ......"

"Boss! Wine! Give him a drink too! ”

Alcohol can actually be considered a luxury, and even the cheapest wine costs about a dozen copper coins. Glancing at the purse, another silver coin popped up on the table.

"Hah! Boy, do you believe in legends? The black-skinned old man looked nervous.

"Legends?" Ye Xuan raised his eyelids, which were a little heavy because of laziness, "It depends on whether it is worth believing or not." ”

"It doesn't look like the words of a bard." The old man seemed to be stimulated, "All stories are based on reality!" Whichever one! I can tell you responsibly that the stories are true! ”

It's when I'm depressed that I see a neuropathy, what should I do? Am I supposed to beat him?

"How can you not believe it? How can you not believe it! It's real! After the hysterical shouting, the old man took out a small package that he held in his hand.

"If you want to tell a story, tell it! If you grind your appetite any longer, I'll throw you out! ”

"If this guest doesn't listen to him, he's a madman." The proprietress behind the bar looked at the two annoying customers in disgust.

"Let's go, you won't rub my bar in vain, you poor devil."

"Ahem," the old neurotic cleared his throat and unwrapped the package. "What you see is the beginning of the legend!"

Haha The legend began to sit in front of you and drink, Ye Xuan smiled in his stomach, and looked at the old man's eyes more and more like he was looking at a clown.

"Do you know the story of the Red Dog Prince and the Three Hundred Dead?" Holding a tattered novel book, the mysterious old man buried his head in his head.

Ye Xuan poked his head out very cooperatively, not knowing that he thought it was a spy at the joint.

"What's that... Burp~" Another wine burp, just a beer rush to drink.

"Lonely and unheard! How can young people nowadays care so little about history! All day long, knight women, the atmosphere is ruined by you bards. ”

"Isn't that a good thing? Corrupt the morals or something. Ye Xuan smiled indifferently, "Why does the prince have something to do with dogs?" Could it be that this prince is a dog? ”

"Hong Fei, the prince of the former dynasty, was in charge of the red-clothed secret guard camp, and it is said that there were three hundred blood-clothed dead soldiers in his hands, which belonged directly to the emperor of the previous dynasty. Doing the work of assassination and rejection. The only head-on battle was at Yangzi Lake near Banyin Mountain, where all the three hundred blood-clothed guards were killed in order to stop the siege army, and all the red-clothed secret guard battalions, including the Red Dog Prince, were killed. The proprietress of the idle bar in the morning couldn't help but talk about starting to do literacy, "The red dog is praising the loyalty and courage of this prince, even if the dynasty changes and the hero is still a hero, it is not something that a little white face like you can make fun of singing songs all day and night." ”

To be honest, Ye Xuan was choked, and the proprietress seemed to remember herself. It's a pity that you can't see attribute points before the character level is level ten, otherwise you should have received the news of a decline in favorability.

"There are more people in the world who dare to sacrifice their lives and forget about death, which does not change the fact that he is a loser, how do you know that I am a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? Since you are able to misunderstand me through a one-sided understanding, is there anything very wrong with me misinterpreting a dead person from a name? Alcohol saved this fire leaf Xuan showed his not very good temper, he raised his glass to stop the proprietress before she could speak again, "I'll buy the wine, you buy it for me." It's a deal, don't find fault if you have nothing to do, it's a work ethic. ”

"So, old madman, you go on, fat woman, shut up for me!"

The chubby bar proprietress had a purple face, and a little maid next to her, who was busy tidying up, couldn't hold back her laughter.

The dirty old man shouldn't be crazy, at least this guy still knows how to observe words and feelings, and only after finding that Ye Xuan and the proprietress couldn't fight, the old man put the wine glass in his hand on the table.

After a short silence, Ye Xuan slammed a row of tables and shook out the wine in fright.

"Tell me!"

“……”

Three hundred dead soldiers are entangled in tens of thousands of troops, even if there may be a role in the strategy, it is not difficult to see the exaggeration of the legend, but this matter is true.

The person who writes the story needs a vehicle that people aspire to, and that vehicle can be power or power.

So the standard sword was used as a carrier of mythology.

The fanged sword of the red-clad Dark Guard Battalion.

"I found the drawings! I found the drawings! I'm going to have someone help me make it! Help me make it! ”

Ye Xuan put one hand on his head, and he couldn't see the slightest emotion.

The old man calmed down from the excitement, first reminisced in Ye Xuan's eyes like a fool, and then a feeling of playing the piano to the cow poured out.

The blueprint seemed to have grown in his head, and the desire to realize it had kept the old blacksmith away from his homeland for a long time.

Most people took him for a madman.

"Go on," said the old blacksmith as he raised his glass and was about to start drinking.

Ye Xuan raised his eyelids, and urged while beckoning the maid to add a few side dishes, as if he was curious why he suddenly stopped, "What recipe?" Tell me about it? ”