Almighty Cultivation Supreme

Late at night, New York.

"You can't go in!" The bodyguard at the door of a nightclub said, folding his arms on his chest that was about to burst his vest. He looked down at the girl in the red zip-up jacket and shook his shiny and tattooed head.

It's Friday night, and countless young people are lining up outside the nightclub.

Most nightclubs in the U.S. sell alcohol, and you need to be over 18 years old to enter. There are exceptions, as some nightclubs say they don't sell alcohol, so there's no age limit. And such a club with no age limit is no less popular every night than those normal nightclubs, and every weekend, there are long queues before entering here, especially Friday and Saturday.

The CNM Club is such a rock-and-roll all-ages nightclub. And although it is said to be all ages, there is still a bottom line in general nightclubs, after all, if you don't buy alcohol, it's a joke if you don't have alcohol in a nightclub. The adults who always go to the nightclub bring some back. Therefore, this kind of club of all ages is generally approached by teenagers who are fifteen or sixteen years old. If it's smaller, it's time to weigh it.

And the girl in front of the bodyguard, although she is dressed exaggeratedly, is too small.

Her reddish-black hair is perfectly tied up by a leather band, a color that has been in vogue lately, and many punk girls like to dye her. However, unlike the average punk girl, she does not have delicate tattoos on her face, nor does she have exaggerated metal rings on her ears and lips. The girl's big eyes were a bright, crimson color, the mysterious color of the vampire in the movies.

But none of this is important, the important thing is that her fair skin and thin body look only about thirteen years old.

"I'm sixteen!" The girl said loudly.

"Then let's get the ID out." The bodyguard felt that he was really a good person who was dutiful. Although he is a little bigger and a little uglier, he has a gentle heart.

"Wanda! Just go in and hurry up, it's time for the mission. The teenager behind the girl urged.

The boy has unruly gray-green eyes and gray-silver hair, which looks particularly cool in the nightlight and neon color lights.

The boy was holding his mobile phone as if he was playing a game, and while playing, he looked inside the club, as if he was looking for something.

"It's really not good, I'll go in by myself." The boy muttered, then leaned forward slightly, as if preparing to move.

"Wait, Pietro." Wanda said helplessly: "I know." ”

Hearing the girl's voice, Pietro relaxed again: "Then let's go!" ”

"Hey, I told you, you guys look too young." A stream of red air swept through. Without waiting for the bodyguard to finish speaking, he stopped, then looked at the two people and said, "Go in." ”

"Let's go." The red light disappeared from Wanda's hands, and she spoke to Pietro. And the strange thing is that the people in the back of the queue didn't feel any mistake at all.

The two walked into the club, and it was their first time in a nightclub. They were full of curiosity inside.

After all, their family conditions are not very good. Since he was a child, he has been wandering around with his father, and he has never really settled down.

And not long ago, Pietro found out that his father was stealing, so he persuaded his sister to run away from home with him, and to go around the world, and to eat a few meals a day, let alone come to such a luxurious place.

The inside of the club was filled with smoke from dry ice. Illuminations shine on the floor of the ballroom, creating a glow of blue, green, deep pink, and other colors.

Pietro had a laid-back smile on his lips. Looking at everything in the nightclub, in fact, he is still complacent about what happened just now. The power of himself and his sister is very strong. So much so that he felt that these ordinary people were useless.

Petero's gray-green eyes scanned the dance floor of the ballroom, where the crowd was densely packed.

The girls flicked their long hair, wore black stockings or exposed slender legs, and were swaying wildly with the drifting smoke, and the boys swayed their jeans-clad asses, their exposed skin glistening with beads of sweat. They disappear from time to time. The scene looks both dynamic and powerful.

"Pietro, is this it?" Wanda asked him.

"It should be here." Petro was also a little nervous about this, after all, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy: "The game interface shows that my partner is here. Looks like it should be on the dance floor. His tone was a little excited, "I didn't expect to be able to get Digimon." In the evening it was said that if anyone could get it for a million dollars to buy it. ”

Speaking of this, Pietro turned his head to look at his sister: "With this million, we can live a good life." Haha, who would have thought that it would take 10,000 times to defeat the evil Digimon and rescue the princess before you could get the real clue. If it weren't for my quick enough to try it out of boredom, I really wouldn't have found this thing! ”

After speaking, Pietro picked up Wanda and prepared to step onto the dance floor.

And at this time, a man came out of the middle of a pile of dancing people and walked towards him.

Petro and Wanda looked at him.

The man was handsome, with hair that was almost as gold as no variegation, and his eyes were blue that could be seen even in such a dark bar. The floor-sweeping white robe was the one worn by the most traditional church monks many years ago, but it had two Chinese characters written in the same characters.

The man slowly walked towards the two of them, and Pietro felt his heartbeat quicken from the approach!

glanced at Wanda next to him. My sister's eyes are now looking intently at the man. It's also a little flushed, and it looks like herself.

When a man gets closer, he will find that it is not so perfect. Maybe it's because of the dancing, the sweat sticks to the neck, but it's even more tempting. Even because the sweat is mixed with the perfume, it makes people feel a sweet, rotten fruit-like intoxicating alcohol smell.

"Buzz!" Petero's phone began to vibrate. This made him suddenly sober up. At the same time, be vigilant. After all, neither he nor Wanda drank alcohol, nor were they ordinary people, so how could they lose control of their spirits.

"Wanda!" Pietro whispered in Wanda's ear. But the loud voices in the bar drowned out his voice, and Wanda still looked drunk.