There are many problems that a person needs to face in order to live in this world, the first of which is to live, or to eat, drink, and sleep. After this is solved, then how to continue to obtain these, safe and lasting existence. When a creature solves these problems, there is love and being loved, needing and being needed. And then came ...... Sex and ...... Multiply. As for the brain-burning and boring questions that advanced people think of, they are all generated in some special brains after they have eaten enough, and they do not belong to most people.

Living people have the most ideas, and their needs and desires are the basis for the creation of all unnatural things.

But if you just quietly be a dead person, maybe there is only one problem in this world, and that is how to continue to live. If there is no thought and no brain, then how to continue to live is not a question that needs to be thought about at all, he has no problems in this world.

But now the situation is that although it is a dead man, he has obtained a ...... that he should not have Affection!

Suddenly I thought of Alsace, I thought of Soval, I thought of that slut from the Barov family! Suddenly I thought of Sylvanas! Picking up the lifeless it with his hand, suddenly a wave of anger rushed to the top of his head! Dead people should not have such desires...... Right? I don't have that need, do I? Standing next to the fire for a long time, looking at the heat rising in the kettle, my heart was greatly entangled.

Back in the house, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, there was no sleepiness at all. But the noiseless screams of the room next to the shabby inn and the thumping sound of the bed and the wall are really calming! And as the scream grew wilder, I drew my sword from my sheath. He closed his eyes tightly and suppressed the anger in his heart, and when he got up and walked to the door, the battle next door ended with two long whistles.

He gritted his teeth and slammed his sword into the floor. The next door should have heard the movement, and the original woman still let out a comfortable sigh affectionately, but there was no movement in an instant.

After getting dressed, I left the hotel, and the guards on the street pulled my mind back to reality. Looking at their posture, it felt as if something was going to happen, so I hurriedly stood on the side, and at this time, there were not many people on the street and I quickly dodged away.

The tavern is the best place to inquire about news, yesterday's tavern made a bad impression on me, but that place is the largest inn here should be a little more news. I came to the tavern again when it was getting late, and there were still a lot of people in the tavern at this time, but there was no longer the scene of yesterday. I walked to the bar, and it wasn't the same person I was yesterday.

"Need something?" The bartender greeted him warmly.

"Mead." I said, turning my head and glancing down the hall again.

"I recommend that you use the features of our store." He pitched.

"Yes." I waved my hand. But when I poured the wine into my mouth, the intense irritation made me almost throw up. I stared at him and the bartender smiled.

"What the hell!" To be honest, this can't be called wine, it's totally ...... More bitter than some drugs!

"It's a Bartlett bitter." The bartender said, "Now close your mouth and use your tongue to push the air back in your mouth and squirt it out of your nose." He gestured as he spoke.

A very peculiar smell erupts from the nostrils, and when you inhale, a refreshing and cool sensation flows down the throat from the nostrils, and a special burnt smell turns out to be a little fragrant. Looking at the bartender's smiling face, "This thing is not much better than drinking medicine." I said.

"Only those who have endured bitterness can obtain the fragrance after the bitterness has been exhausted." The bartender nodded politely at me.

Although the aftertaste of this wine is really good, I don't want to take a second sip. I looked at the bartender, "It seems to be lively in town today." ”

"Hmm." He answered.

"What happened?"

"It's not very clear."

I smiled and put the coin on the table, then picked up the glass and placed it on top of the coin, pushing the coin and glass with my fingers. The bartender looked at me with a smile and then pushed me back with his fingers.

He confiscated!

Confiscation means either not knowing or just not wanting to tell me. Taverns are information dens, but you don't just have to pay for them to buy news. Especially a fresh face like me. But the bartender did not turn away, but continued to stand there busy with him.

"Didn't you fight today?" I don't have anything to say.

"No, sir." Still smiling, he said, "That doesn't happen every day. ”

"How are the southerners here?"

"They're all Southerners." The bartender looked at me with a smile.

Turning his head to look at the drinkers behind him, "There are few northerners, right?" ”

"Occasionally, but not much." He said. "The North has ...... Ruined. He stared at me, "You look like a Southerner, right?" ”

I nodded, "I'm from the Stormwind Kingdom." ”

"Oh!" And he said no more.

After that, I couldn't ask anything. I'm still wondering what was going on, but I wonder if it would be a little strange to think of the person from yesterday. And at this time, it is really difficult to say whether there are still such people in the tavern. I walked out of the tavern and stood at the door for a long time, and pairs, piles of drunkards came out of the tavern, and I observed their words and deeds, all of them were rude guys. At the same time, I noticed that patrols began to appear on the streets, and a few crooked drunks who had just gone out were severely beaten by the oncoming patrols. Seeing this, I also hurried away.

Could it be mine and why? I'm a little worried when I think about it. So I hurried back to where I lived, and after finding that there was no impact, I decided to find a better house the next day, and if I really checked this kind of place, I would be the first to check it.

I stood next to the horse and sniffed it, it seemed to have a slight smell, but I didn't feel it was the smell of a corpse decomposing. And after I smelled the smell on my body, I suddenly noticed that the strange smell came again. Glancing at the mirror on the windowsill, I walked over and hit it to the ground, and went out.

I don't know if it's only recently become like this, or if it's been a long time. Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered Sylvanas, who was very unkind to me, could this be the reason? If I were a little more tender and better-looking, would she look at me differently? At least not so indifferent!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but step up, and after climbing on the roof, I looked down on the city, this harbor city is really large. Walking slowly on the roof, I suddenly noticed someone muttering something under the eaves. I tilted my head and saw that it was a homeless man.

After walking 100 meters, I came back again. Standing above the house and looking at the half-shaded and half-moonlit alley below, the guy's body leaned against the shadows, his legs exposed in the moonlight. Those were two thin legs.

The next day there were more guards in the streets, and people in the streets were talking. I wandered the streets, inquiring about finding a house, and in the course of my inquiry, I learned that a dead body had been found this morning, and that the dead body had been drained of blood. Another said something even more wicked, saying that the vampire had done it, and that the dead body would be resurrected, while others said that the dead in the north had been resurrected, and that the end of the world was coming.

There was a lot of discourse on the streets, but most people were a little panicked about it. In fact, it would be good to settle down on the house that day, but when you want to decide on the house one day, you need to provide proof of identity!

Where am I looking for identification?

Looking at the warhorse standing motionless honestly, I touched its body, and the four black-gray leg bones were really eye-catching. No matter how it looks like this, it will be recognized at a glance, which is really a difficult thing to do.

I looked at myself in the mirror and went out again.

This time, when I walked into the tavern again, I saw several strong men sitting at a table in the tavern, and I will never forget the side face of one of them. That guy is here again! Glancing at the bar, the bartender had also gone to work on the first day.

I grabbed the bar lady holding the plate with the wine glass, the girls should be used to this kind of action, the coquettish wolf's coquettishness ~ gasped and everyone looked sideways and even laughed. "Serve me a dwarven stout." I say.

"Are you usually so rude?" This ~ cargo spray ~ thin ~ wants to come out of the huge breasts and her bloated figure is really a match.

The smile that squeezed out of her fat face with heavy makeup when I pressed a silver coin into her tray made me sick. The woman twisted her huge ass and walked to the bar, and I walked over to the strong men.

As I sat next to them, one of them smiled and said, "You're not a picky eater." ”

After glancing at him, I looked at the man opposite, it was him. At this time, all five of them were looking at me, and there was really no kindness on their faces. The man was staring at me with slanted eyes that day, and he was looking at me.

"What are you looking at?" I slammed it back.

"I feel like I've seen you." He said.

"Who do I look like?" I snorted.

"Hmph......" he crooked his mouth, "I must have seen you." He said. This made all four of his companions stare at me, and the eyes of his companions were not the contempt of the moment, but the wariness.

"But I haven't seen you." As soon as she finished speaking, the fat woman came over with a drink, she put the wine glass on the table, and several people glanced at the woman, and the woman rubbed me with her ass, "If you need to be served, just call me, be on call." ”

This sentence caused the five of them to laugh.

"Give each of my friends a jug of the world's best wine." I watched as the guy's eyes slapped hard on the woman's big fat ass. "Shipped from the Stormwind Kingdom...... White wine of the Marcoren family. ”