What caught his eye was an indescribable green, and if he really wanted to describe it, the boy could only think of two sentences:

It's so green that it seems to be glowing, and it's so green that it makes people panic.

The man's hair was dark blue, and his back was to the boy, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he was dressed in a cloak of extreme green, and on his left shoulder stood a small pigeon-raised bird, with its wings folded and motionless, as if it were asleep.

The man walked straight into the tavern, and also went straight to the brutal man with Erlang's legs crossed.

"I don't know what kind of identity and appetite this guest can afford to order so many delicacies at one time."

The green man was now standing in front of the arrogant man's table, and the arrogant man was not afraid at all, and even maintained a motionless sitting posture, with a smile on his face that did not know what to mean.

"Damn, what do you want to eat, can you still control it? I don't think you know who I am, do you? I don't know what to live or die! ”

The man in green only smiled back, but suddenly turned his head and said to the dirty boy:

"Little brother over there, come in, this uncle is going to invite us to dinner."

The boy could see the man's face at the moment—with a smile, bangs, and some vicissitudes of life in his facial features, but he was very handsome, and the most heart-warming thing was the eyes, which were yellow-green like opals, which made those who looked at him have a lot of mystery about him.

The boy shook his head, and tried to turn away.

He didn't really think about it in the slightest, just shook his head as if he instinctively reacted, and then turned around, as if he would do anything he would, for his dead eyes had shown that he had almost lost the ability to think.

But suddenly he felt a sense of weight on his shoulder, and he didn't bother to tilt his head, just skimming his shoulder with his spare eyes, but he saw a pigeon fly to his shoulder, clutching his shoulder. Suddenly the pigeon fluttered its wings and dragged him into the tavern, and he realized that this pigeon was not simple. The current situation revived his dead mind a little, and he realized that the man in green was not simple—this pigeon should be the one on the shoulder of the man in green.

"Young man, what's the matter with you, you shouldn't be more than twelve or thirteen years old, so dirty like this...... And the eyes looked like they were dead...... Hey, are you looking at me......" The man in green turned around and crouched down slightly, but he was at the same height as the boy, he looked into the boy's eyes, and asked the boy in a soft tone, but the boy didn't seem to hear, and his eyes were dull, and he didn't know where to look.

"Hey, two things over there, is TM's Uncle Ben a fool? Invite you to dinner, all these words? Go and go, don't TM sweep Lao Tzuxing, do you really think I dare not do it? The arrogant man could not help but be impatient when he saw that the man in green had brought the boy in, and that he was still facing away from him at this moment, and dared to ignore him so much.

However, the man in green ignored him, and the man in green was staring at the boy at the moment, not caring about him at all.

The arrogant man finally couldn't help it, and was ready to get up and teach them a lesson, as for children or something, he hadn't beaten them before—what did it matter who he was going to hit and the age of the other party?

But the next moment, he realized that something was wrong.

Because he couldn't move.