The tavernkeeper was annoyed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

News of the blood mist spreading from the Duchy of Dinos had reached this side, and the inhabitants of the city had moved away, and he risked his money to stay here.

As for Horton, he was originally a gangster in the city, but he changed his mind half a year ago and is working in his tavern.

Unexpectedly, this guy's true nature was suddenly exposed, and he actually wanted to rob money.

Seeing that the other guests in the tavern were all looking at him hesitantly, the tavernkeeper felt bitter.

Being by this guy like this, how can you continue your business?

But let him stop it......

Glancing at the dagger in Horton's hand, the tavern owner clutched his stomach and stepped back.

After Horton punched his "boss" back, he raised an eyebrow defiantly at Wren.

He took out the dagger from his waist, put it in his hand and played with it casually, and said to Wren: "Hand over the money on your body immediately, otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu's dagger for not having eyes." ”

Wren looked at him with a smirk.

In Wren's eyes, it was not much more difficult to kill such a guy than to pinch a locust to death.

He wasn't pretending, he just thought the situation was interesting.

It's like an ant baring its teeth and claws to rob an elephant.

Wren's expression made Holden feel a deep sense of humiliation.

Gangsters have a lot of self-esteem, and turning a blind eye is undoubtedly the biggest insult to them.

Horton was furious.

"Hmph, it seems that he is really a stranger who doesn't know how to write the word dead," he looked grim and waved his dagger at Wren, "In that case, then you should die!"

The moment he swung the dagger, Horton's heart was extremely refreshed.

What he loves most is the feeling of taking someone else's fate into his own hands.

He always gets the greatest satisfaction when he sees those who are being bullied by him begging for mercy in pain.

If he hadn't provoked a noble servant half a year ago, he wouldn't have been embarrassed to run to this tavern to work.

And now, it is rumored that the blood mist has descended, and the Scarlet Incident has swept back, and the aristocratic lord has long fled with his family.

This made Horton realize that his chance had come.

At least, you can have unbridled pleasure before you die, right?

The tavernkeeper closed his eyes and sighed that the tavern's reputation was about to stink.

Several other guests exclaimed.

It's just that no one is going to stop it.

In the Shenyao Continent, the most important thing is people. Murder is a common thing, and the slightly famous ruffians have human lives on their hands.

What's more, this chaotic town has lost order.

Everyone thought Wren was dead.

Horton's expression was hideous, and the dagger in his hand slashed an arc in the air.

With a fierce look in his eyes, he jerked the dagger in mid-air, moving it from Wren's chest to his abdomen.

A stab in the chest would kill you with a single blow, which was clearly not what Horton wanted.

He was still waiting for the stranger in front of him to beg for mercy helplessly.

This reminded him of the homeless man he had tortured and killed three years ago, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes in enjoyment.

Just as the dagger was about to stab Wren in the chest, Horton had even foreseen the blood gushing out, when he suddenly heard a crisp "click".

The sound was a little harsh in the quiet tavern, and everyone's eyes were on it.

The tavernkeeper opened his eyes, and then his eyes widened with lingering horror.

Let's go!

A diner throws away the cutlery in his hand in amazement.

The entire tavern was quiet again.

Everyone looked at Wren in amazement.

"You fucking ......," Horton choked in the middle of his words, his face flushed, and in an instant he turned pale again.

Everyone saw that in front of Wren, a transparent shield appeared.

The shield hovered in the air, holding Horton's dagger at bay, and there was not even a trace of breakage on it.

Boom!

Horton swallowed his saliva and subconsciously stabbed the dagger forward, still not moving.

Wren's face was as usual.

"What, it's fun?" Wren said lightly.

Horton laughed dryly, "Just kidding, just kidding." ”

His body was already trembling slightly, and the hand holding the dagger was swinging like a sheep seizure.

Wren withdrew his mental power, and the shield condensed by sorcery disappeared.

He looked at the tavernkeeper, "Can you prepare my meal?"

The tavern owner was stunned and nodded hurriedly: "Right away, I'll be right away!"

Oh my God, this guy is a wizard!, the tavernkeeper was still shocked.

As he turned to leave, he glanced at Horton slightly, a little gloating.

Wren walked to the nearest empty table.

This made the frightened Horton breathe a sigh of relief: it looked like he wasn't going to bother with me.

Thinking of this, he secretly became proud, and secretly wondered how to brag about his companions.

Think of me, Horton, with a dagger against a wizard, and he didn't even dare to attack me. Horton thought of this, and became more and more proud.

His body no longer trembled, and there was a hint of contempt in his gaze as he looked at Wren's back.

Horton never had the idea of gratitude, and in his mind there was only the law of the jungle. Whether the other party is disdainful or has scruples, as long as he doesn't do it, he will not be respected.

On the contrary, if Wren did to abolish him, he would be in awe.

This is a typical bullying of the soft and afraid of the hard!

Seeing Wren sit down, Horton breathed a long sigh of relief and raised his leg to walk out.

Although he looks down on Wren as a wizard, he is not stupid, and he can only save his "victory" by leaving this place.

But just as he took a step, he suddenly heard a voice from behind him: "Did I let you go?"

The tone was flat, but it made Horton's face change suddenly.

He stiffened his head and saw Wren closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, as if he had not been the one who had said it.

"It must be a hallucination. Horton told himself in a fool's way.

He took another step.

"Huh. A sneer rang out.

Horton suddenly felt chills in his body.

Invisibly, an extremely cold aura penetrated into his body, making it more and more difficult for him to breathe.

"It's ...... Witchcraft!" Houghton's eyes widened in horror.

With the last bit of strength, he turned his head and fixed his gaze on Wren.

Wren was still the same plain appearance, but Horton's body was covered with a layer of frost, and he soon turned into an ice sculpture!

When he was dying, Horton realized how stupid his ideas were.

Wizards, how can they be good!

The tavern keeper saw this scene through the window, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and his heart was terrified to death.

He began to wonder: he wondered if this wizard would let himself follow in Horton's footsteps because of his previous insulting words.

This made him prepare the food more carefully, intending to curry favor with Wren in this way.

At the same time, he gritted his teeth and took out the magic core, intending to return it to Wren later.

"The wizard's business is really fucking difficult. The bitter boss thought helplessly.