Chapter 987

Jinyi tavern, this is an underground tavern managed by the sewing gang.

The pub offers a variety of shady services.

Dead line took his hand down to the pub to find a best seat to sit down.

The ladies in the tavern did not dare to get close to the strong figure of the dead line.

Dead line mania is famous in the sewing Gang, so everyone in the tavern is very afraid of the dead line.

"It's your turn today."

"Why don't you go there?"

"Let the Canary go. She's new..."

A group of waitresses pushed the last younger, freckled girl to the front of the line.

"What would you like?"

The maid's voice was trembling. Although she had just arrived, she had heard the name of the dead line.

What's worse is that the dead line killed a drunk man with his fist in the pub a few days ago She saw all the ferocious scenes at that time.

The dead line did not answer him, his hands were raised in front of him, and his thumb was pressing something in the air.

She slightly over the side of the head, only to find the dead line in front of the emergence of a shining screen.

Magic!

A taboo word flashed through her mind, but the magic in the dead line was not the same as what she remembered.

On the screen, a dwarf is constantly bouncing After stepping on a turtle, he pushed the shell of the tortoise and killed the mushroom like creatures.

The dead line kept pressing the forward button. He did not expect that the tortoise shell that hit the wall would turn back and directly kill the Mario under his control.

"Damn it!"

Mario's sudden death gave the dead line a slap in the thigh, and he had the energy to think about other things.

"Bring me any wine you like!" The dead line said to the maid beside him.

She was also immersed in the Super Mario picture, for a while and a half did not respond.

"Don't you hear me?" The man on the dead line yelled at her again.

At this time, the maid said, "I understand!" And then he ran away quickly.

"Boss, what's this thing you're playing with?"

One of the sewing Gang's hands looked at the dead line and pressed the translucent handle with his thumb in the air. Out of curiosity, he still asked The origin of the magic of the dead line.

"How can I know! Don't bother me now

The dead line focuses on the little man who jumps up and down in front of the screen. He has reached the second level with Mario, and the difficulty of the level has gradually increased.

When he pressed the jump button attentively, the picture in front of him suddenly disappeared.

"What's going on?"

The dead line suddenly stood up directly from his seat. He looked around angrily, and his relaxed pleasure gradually faded from him.

It's accompanied by a sense of impatience, the sense of impatience that wants to keep the game going.

"Mr. dead line, would you like to drink some laughter mixture first?"

A worker of a sewing Gang handed a bottle of pink liquid inside to the dead line. As a result, the dead line angrily dropped it on the ground.

"This thing is useless!"

In his heart, he is constantly reciting the sentence "little overlord has endless happiness". It is like a mantra, but it has no effect.

No matter what he said, he couldn't summon a picture of Super Mario.

The maniac character of the dead line came back to him. He pushed everything on the table with his hands directly under the table.

All the other men of the sewing gang were afraid to move

"Black tail It's the black tail guy The dead line kept reading its name, staring at one of the sewing Gang's employees, "you! And you go and get me the black tail boy. "

"Boss, black tail, he He has come to the pub Said a servant of the sewing gang.

The dead line looked at the entrance of the tavern again, and sure enough, the little black tailed figure had appeared at the entrance of the tavern.

Two guards of the sewing Gang pushed the black tail to the table where the dead line was sitting.

"Boy! I know you still have that protolith on you! Hand it in quickly

The dead line put his hands on the table, staring at the black tail sitting in front of him.

"It's for money." Black tail forced down the inner fear, relying on the courage brought by anger, staring at the dead line.

"Money? You don't know how much money we owe our sewing gang. Do you dare to raise money with me? "

At this moment, the manic symptoms of the dead line were brought to an extreme, and he took out the dagger from which the black tail stabbed his hand."Give me the protolith, or I'll cut your hand off!"

At the moment when the dead line threatened the black tail with a dagger, the light of the order inscription appeared on the surface of the dagger, and the next second the dagger broke away from the palm of the dead line and floated in the air.

The blade of the dagger was against the neck of the dead line, and the threat of death lessened his manic symptoms a little.

Other members of the sewing Gang immediately took out their weapons when they saw this scene. For a time, the whole pub entered a state of confrontation.

"I I said it all! What I sell is for money

Black tail looked at the dagger on the neck of the dead line, and the whole person had confidence in the moment.

"You

"Dead line, sit down."

A mature female voice sounded, which was like the dead line of a rabies. She closed her mouth instantly and sat in her original position.

Black tail side looked behind the dead line, and a mature purple haired woman appeared on the other side of the pub. Her dress was definitely of the Norland aristocracy, but only slightly exposed.

All the members of the sewing gang in the tavern are back in their seats, because this woman is the real leader of the gang Marceau.

"I don't know it was the master of the secret society who visited here."

Her eyes wandered around the tavern, trying to find the deliverer of the magic.

"I'm not going to hang out with those scoundrels from the secret society!"

Black tail directly tells the other party that his helper is not from the secret society, and that the city's most mysterious and powerful organization.

"Who is the caster of this magic? Don't say your weak body can learn magic. "

The woman named Marceau walked slowly towards the black tail.

"A friend of mine."

Black tail did not reveal the real identity of the orange cat, who was staring at him from the eaves.

"Friend? So you know a great friend, boy What do you want from me? " She asked.

"I want to make a deal with you."

Black tail took out the remaining three protoliths from his pocket, but he did not put them on the table, because the eyes of the dead line were staring at the protolith in his hand.

As long as the black tail has a trace of laxity, the man in front of him will rob the black tail of the three little overlord's "game currency" in his hand.

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