Unexpectedly, the tavernkeeper's business suddenly improved, and although the tavern was not full, it was very lively, and there was even a little old man playing a strange piano and playing the same strange music.

It's just that this weird music, no matter how you listen to it, has a miserable and sad taste, and in the lively tavern, it really looks a little spooky.

Despite this, the lively tavern seems to condense the whole vitality of the whole city, and at this special time, it erupts not to mention how much attention is drawn, but it is somewhat surprising.

Pushing open the door of the tavern, Zhang Baijian still chose the previous position and sat down.

Two glasses of Technoice wine were brought to Zhang Baijian by the boss.

"I'm please!" the boss smiled at Zhang Baijian, then stood back behind the bar and continued his work.

"What's the boss's last name?"

"Oh, you can just call me Lao Mo!" the boss smiled kindly.

"Don't you ask me if I found someone?" Zhang Baijian stared at the boss and pointed out.

"I don't think you found it!" said Old Mo.

"Why?" Zhang Baijian asked again.

"If you find it, you won't come to me tonight!" said the boss, of course.

"He's dead!" Zhang Baijian's words made many people in the tavern stunned, people are always very sensitive to life and death.

"Oh!" Lao Mo put a freshly cleaned cup on the counter.

"Aren't you surprised?" asked Zhang Baijian. Although it was just a trick, the performance of the boss in front of him was too calm. This aroused Zhang Baijian's curiosity even more.

"You're a troublesome person at first glance! Mixed with a troublesome person like you. I can't say I'm going to die sooner or later!" the boss smiled faintly. With the rag in his hand, he wiped the empty wine glass.

"Boss, you're really a smart person, but since you're a smart person, why do you invite me to drink?" Zhang Baijian shook his wine glass, glanced at the boss lightly, and then said.

The boss smiled bitterly: "I'm not stupid, but you're really smart." In front of smart people, pretend to be confused, I'm afraid you will die earlier!"

Zhang Baijian raised his glass. He chuckled softly, "Well, a toast to the smart!"

The boss poured a glass of wine into the wine glass he had just wiped clean, then gently raised the wine glass and touched the glass with Zhang Baijian: "Respect...

As he spoke, the two raised their glasses at the same time and drank all the wine in the glasses.

Three, two, one!

"Poof!

Everyone in the tavern fell to the ground, including Zhang Baidao.

The tavern keeper gently lowered his glass and easily opened the rag on his other hand.

The inside of the rag, some fine powder that was encased, scattered out. Sprinkle on the tabletop.

The boss slapped Zhang Baijian on the face with his hand. A sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "Smart man? Hmph! The wine I always asked for is really so delicious?"

As he spoke, he took out a black dagger from his arms and thrust it into Zhang Baijian's forehead.

"Bell!"

Zhang Baidao, who was originally paralyzed on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and spit out, and a white rainbow hit the dagger fiercely.

The tavern owner was careless for a moment, and let the dagger be hit by Bai Hong, and as soon as his arm went numb, the dagger fell to the ground and clanged.

"Sure enough, there's a problem!" Zhang Baijian turned over and stood up, looking at the tavern owner with a smile on his face.

"You're not poisoned?" asked the tavernkeeper in surprise.

Zhang Baijian smiled faintly: "I have known since I was a child that there is absolutely nothing in this world, it is really free, and it does not cost anything. If there is, then... it must be poisonous. ”

"Oh! that's interesting!" the tavern owner quietly took a few steps back, reached out and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, and Zhang Baijian just stood there and looked at him, without stopping him.

"According to you, you don't dare to ask for something that is given to you by friends and relatives?" asked the tavernkeeper.

Zhang Baijian said: "No! What they gave me, of course I dare to ask for it." It's just that those things also have to pay, and this payment may be feelings, or human favors, and there is also a return. If you lose your sensibility, from a purely rational point of view, this is not much different from a transaction. ”

"Haha! It seems that we are the same kind of people!" said the tavernkeeper, smearing his dagger with turquoise venom and smiling hideously.

Zhang Baijian smiled faintly and didn't explain more.

"Before I start, I still have a question, I don't know if the boss can give an answer?" Although Zhang Baijian did not explain, he asked another question.

"Oh, you ask, of course, whether you will answer or not, it's all up to me!" said the tavernkeeper.

"In that oasis to the south, what is the relationship between the owner of the cabin and you?" Zhang Baijian asked directly.

The tavernkeeper rolled his eyes, but said sincerely, "It's okay! she's a crazy woman, and even after being a neighbor for so long, I really haven't seen her a few times." ”

"Oh! really?" Zhang Baijian nodded, not arguing.

The next moment, the figures of the two pulled out several afterimages at the same time and rushed towards each other.

The fat tavern owner seemed to be slow, but his speed was amazingly fast, even if Zhang Baijian was at full speed, he might not be a few points faster than him.

"Bang!"

A huge wave of air was raised, and the small tavern was blown to pieces in an instant.

A long pitch-black thorn slid out of the tavernkeeper's palm, and then stabbed into the soles of Zhang Baidao's feet in the air.

The long spike pierced through the debris flying in the air, shattering the space, and instantly flickered to Zhang Baidao's feet. Obviously, the tavernkeeper's repeated 'care' of the dagger was clearly just for the sake of dividing the blades, and his real killing move was actually the long thorn hidden in his sleeve.

"Bang!"

Under Zhang Baijian's feet, fire clouds suddenly exploded, and the fire clouds exploded, not only blocking the attack of the long thorns, but also burning the night.

Under the dark night, the expressions on the faces of Zhang Baijian and the tavern owner were obvious.

Falling back to the ground, Zhang Baijian kicked his feet, and two silver-gray flames burned on Zhang Baijian's fists.

Thunderfire!

Huge flames spilled out. The unique, silver-colored flame is particularly dazzling in the dark space.

"What a strange flame! Is it a self-created flame? Well, it seems to be able to break the toxin, but these are just small insect carving skills!" the tavernkeeper withdrew from the poisonous mist that was constantly pouring out, and waved his hands in a wave of gray mist, dispersing all the flames that burned with thunder.

"Are you as much a killer as you are?" Some habits of the tavern owner made Zhang Baijian have a certain guess about his identity, and now it is just a time to test it.

"Look for death!" the long thorn in the tavernkeeper's hand drilled towards Zhang Baijian's heart with a spiral pattern.

Sure enough, the speculation was good!

The long sword suddenly appeared in Zhang Baijian's hand, and he did not use the Chaos Divine Sword, because as soon as this sword came out, it would inevitably kill the enemy, and there was no room for maneuver. And Zhang Baijian needs to get some news from the mouth of this tavern owner, the killer Lao Mo.

The sword intersects with the spike.

A huge force came down the long thorn.

The slender thorn was as heavy as a sledgehammer in Lao Mo's hands.

Lao Mo's face burst out with a crazy smile: "The power of the dragon elephant! Crush me!"

The huge power burst out in an instant, even if it was Zhang Baidao, there was a moment, and he could barely hold the long sword in his hand.

Stepping back a full hundred steps, stepping the void out of dozens of deep pits, Zhang Baijian tightened the long sword in his hand, shook his slightly numb arm, and there was a little more excitement in his expression.

The long sword was thrown out fiercely, and one after another sword lights, accompanied by majestic divine power, overwhelmingly pressed towards Lao Mo.

With the crushing of the sword, Lao Mo waved the long thorn in his hand, like a ghost, sweeping and flickering.

"Bang!"

After all, it is not as advanced as Zhang Baijian's long sword, and after a few hard touches, the long thorn in Lao Mo's hand already has a trace of cracks. Finally, after another strong collision, the sharp, sharp thorns turned into small pieces and dissipated into the wind.

(To be continued.) )