Chapter 47: Drunken Life and Dream Death

Like the messenger from the darkness, the knight of the abyss, Sikong pilots a black sky speeder, shuttling above the high-rise buildings. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The brightly lit city is shining in the night, and there are happy or sad stories in thousands of households.

'Brush! ’

Outside the house of a young couple arguing over firewood, rice, oil and salt, a speeding car passed by, and no one knew that among them, there was a lonely and rebellious soul.

The flying car adopts a neural control mode, and the spiritual domain value of up to 6 points perfectly controls the flying car, often in a thrilling arc, exceeding the flying cars in the air, stirring up a sonic boom, causing a low curse behind him.

"Hello sir, please show your identification."

At the entrance of the planetary track, a woman is projected into the flying car and presented in front of Sikong.

At this time, Sikong had a messy shawl, covering most of his face, sloppy and lazy.

There was an even more offensive fishy smell coming from Sikong's body, and a high-end casual dress that didn't fit a little bit was full of sand and dirt.

"Hiccup......

Sikong burped, delirious through the projection, and cursed: "Get out, Lao Tzu is in a hurry!" ā€

The projection reappeared, and the woman put on a professional smile: "Sir, please obey the 'Star Rail Traffic Law' and do not drive while intoxicated." ā€

Sikong looked impatient, like an enraged beast, and yelled: "Lao Tzu drinks a natural 'Shocking Wind Yanji' with no alcohol!" Numbered star-5832, right? You wait, Lao Tzu is going to complain about you! ā€

In the projection, the woman's smile was still the same, but a little more indifferent: "Please accept alcohol testing and fingerprint recognition, please cooperate." ā€

Sikong scolded and scolded, loosened his clothes, and seemed to be extremely impatient.

Exhaled, and after being conducted by the 'Remote Odor Collector', Sikong rudely pressed his thumb on the virtual platform, leaving a molding pattern.

The woman's eyes drooped slightly, and she glanced at the data that came, and then according to the regulations, she replied to Sikong in a rigid manner: "I wish you a happy life and a smooth journey." ā€

"Get out!!"

'Whoosh ......'

Inside the car, dim and dark, Sikong sat in the flying car, tore off a thin layer of skin tied to his thumb, but did not abandon it, but with the permission of his fingerprint, he set the car to automatically return after four hours.

Leaning on his position, Sikong wore his hair loose and squinted.

The starlight from the bright galaxy outside made Sikong's face flicker, and occasionally, a wisp of red of blood plum was revealed from the gap between his hair.

Bewitching, yet elegant.

From time to time, a speeding car is overtaken by the sky, leaving a violent roar of the reactor on this star track independent of the starry sky.

This is an orbit that lies between planets, that is, built in the starry sky, and free from the shackles of the starry sky.

Using spatial overlap and dimensional compression, two planets separated by light years can create a track that can be driven by a speeding car.

In a matter of hours, you can cross the distance between two planets.

It's a pity that the cost of this technology is expensive, and even if it is the Central Empire, it is only popularized in a star field, between the administrative star and the resident star.

For longer distances, space shuttles are also needed.

When it reached the fourth gathering star, it got off the star track, and after continuing to drive for a while, the flying car came to a silent and slow stop.

Changing out of his casual clothes, Sikong jumped out of the flying car and looked at the time: "It's past early in the morning." The gravity of the fourth gathering star is only three-fifths of the standard gravity, and that thing comes in handy......"

Then, like a ghost, Sikong disappeared into the dark night.

'Woo ......'

Moments later, the program was activated, and the obsidian flying car rose up, flew onto the star trail, and automatically returned home, disappearing into the starry sky.

…………

Xiling City, Roulin Red Light District.

Worthy of its name, this is not only a place for wine, gambling and drugs, but also a place for selling gold and raising Gu.

It's not a lot of shady deeds, just trade at the card table and on the belly of a woman.

Drug trafficking, stolen goods, smuggling, money laundering......

And for some reason, the empire acquiesced in the existence of these places, keeping influence under public opinion.

Therefore, it is living more and more vigorously.

"Parallel goods, thieves are not gaga? Just got it from a defeated immortal cultivation civilization, and said that it was a monster who had robbed the old monster, do you mind? ā€

A man who hid his body in the darkness and only showed his forearms grabbed a passer-by and exposed a corner of the strange-looking 'Jiantian Ruler' in his arms.

Seeing this, passers-by were obviously very interested, and followed the man into the dark alley.

A moment later, a man in a black coat covering half of his head walked out of the alley, bowed his head without saying a word, and hurried away.

And in the dim alley, there was a corpse of thorny fruit and dirty corpses.

Soon after, two patrol officers in standard police uniforms hurried into the alley and took out a 'particle crusher' to turn the corpse into the most basic particles.

After that, the patrol officer left in silence, and from beginning to end, he did not make a statement.

A woman wearing fishnet stockings on her legs, with a graceful posture like a snake, exposing a large area of skin, leaning on a neon lamppost, her eyes full of spring, smoking a lady's cigarette, is looking at the person in front of her.

The man hugged the woman and squeezed her upright buttocks with his right hand, almost popping out of the water.

The woman snorted and glanced at this person, and when this person saw this, she smiled in confusion: "To this extent, it hurts?" ā€

"Hate ......"

The woman was as soft as a snake, broke free, and watched Qiu Bo: "When you arrive, come in and sit......"

The man laughed, put his arm on the woman's shoulder, and stepped into a place full of temptation and charm.

Written - Drunken Dream Death Bar.

The man threw two thousand purple coins on the table, and the waiter playfully placed a few bottles of spirits on the table, and then quietly retreated.

Scar couldn't wait to gnaw at the woman next to him, his face was anxious, but his eyes were as cold as wolves, and he was scanning the entire bar.

The bar is small but full of style.

Retro candlelight, low-hanging curtains, fluttering tassels, many people laughing at each other with wine glasses, and bartenders are tossing their goblets and cups, playing with all kinds of superb skills.

There is also a gurgling stream that holds up many red roses and flows through the middle of the bar.

On the flowing water, sometimes a flat boat floats by.

On the boat, there is wine, meat, and ...... Person.

And in those corners where the candlelight does not shine, the primitive entanglement can be vaguely seen.

The woman's face was full of spring, but at this moment, a man wearing a sackcloth robe, cloth shoes, and hair combed up, and pinned his hair with a wooden hairpin walked into this dark place.

The man sat down on his own, without saying a word, carrying the candle on his back, and could not see clearly.

The woman didn't notice it, she only felt that the person on her body suddenly moved, and she was wondering in her heart, so she felt a force coming from her neck, and then the world fell into darkness.

"Sir, this is the wine you wanted."

Without squinting, one waiter put down a blood-colored cocktail on the tray before bowing back.

Scar took a small sip of the liquor, smacked his lips, and shook the liquor in his glass, reflecting his uncertain face.

"I didn't expect it to be you."

The visitor picked up a blood-colored cocktail, and a faint smell of blood came from the wine.

This is not wine in the first place, but fresh, blood.

"Long time no see, Scar."