Chapter 1845

In the hotel, all eyes were on the table in the corner, whispering and whispering.

"These guys are really unlucky this time. They have been targeted by pockmarked dwarf!"

"Keep your voice down! He hates to be called short pockmarked. It's better to call him another nickname, boozy boy."

"This wine boy, one is lecherous, the other is good at wine. The two women at that table are so beautiful that he noticed them. How can they let them go?"

"What a rich wine smell and pure energy. My God, what kind of wine is that?" "I don't know what kind of wine it is, but it's definitely good wine! Now, this wine boy has not only Yanfu, but also good wine! This guy is a ruthless character in the eternal night city. There are countless lives under his hands. He is the God who died in his hands

There are several strong people of level 8! These people met him when they came here. It was really bad luck! "

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Short pockmarked son looked at the jar of "Sansheng wine" on the table, with an unbelievable look on his face, and suddenly said with ecstasy:

"Sansheng wine? No mistake, it's the legendary Sansheng wine! Good! Great! My luck is so good! I'm not far from the Ninth level of Huashen. If I get such a jar of 'Sansheng wine', I can definitely step into the Ninth level of Huashen!"

WOW!

Immediately.

There was an uproar in the hotel, and many eyes fell on "Sansheng liquor".

Obviously, these people have also heard the name of "Sansheng wine" and know the benefits of this wine. Their eyes are full of greed. If they are not afraid of short pockmarks, they have rushed to fight for it!

A jar of "Sansheng wine" is equivalent to a top-level Chinese Holy elixir, and any Chinese Holy elixir is enough to trigger a bloody battle!

"You are wrong! Your luck is very bad!" Lin Chen suddenly spoke coldly.

Optimus and the blood demon, their faces were not good at staring at short pockmarked son.

Short pockmarked son looked at Lin Chen with disdain on his face and scolded: "ha ha! Little rabbit, why do you want to trouble me? You three men should be honest and get out of here and leave these two women and this jar of wine!"

He pointed to Zhen Mei and the saint devil puppet, and said proudly, "Sir, I want to play beauty and drink wine. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you three little bunnies! If you dare to say more nonsense, I'll cut off your heads!"

Lin Chen and the blood demon were sitting almost as tall as him, and Qing Tian was sitting a head higher than him. However, he was just a little rabbit, like a child shouting at several adults.

It looks funny.

However, when he saw the black machete in his hand, the people on one side were only frightened, and no one dared to laugh.

Lin Chen hid his breath, but this concealment was very simple. If short pockmarked son carefully investigated it with his mind, he could find that these three men were the eighth level of incarnation.

It's just that Huashen 8th rank is also a rare strong man in the eternal night city. He expected that no one in the hotel would be his opponent. In addition, he was very excited after seeing the beauty and wine. Naturally, he would not investigate carefully.

Although his strength is very strong, not weaker than Optimus and the blood demon, Lin Chen gathered together, and even Zhen Kaiji, the Ninth level of Huashen, died in Lin Chen's hands. Naturally, they could not be afraid of this guy.

Just when Optimus couldn't help but take the lead to blow at the short pockmarked head, Zhen Mei suddenly looked at the short pockmarked head and said:

"Are you familiar with the city of eternal night?"

The blood demon put his hand on Optimus' shoulder, and Optimus was stunned. Then he understood what was going on and sat back.

Optimus glanced at short pockmarked son with sarcastic eyes. In his opinion, only Lin Chen is worthy of Zhen Mei. This guy even made Zhen Mei's idea. It's really a toad wanting swan meat.

Even this guy dares to think of the saint devil puppet. It is estimated that the saint devil puppet can smash his head with a slap!

Seeing that Zhen Mei took the initiative to talk to her, short pockmarked son felt that the opportunity for her performance had come, and said proudly:

"Of course! I have been here for more than 200 years. In terms of the degree of familiarity, there are few people in the city who can compare with me!"

"Great!" Zhen Mei's eyes brightened. "In that case, you can show us the way later. Also, we just came here, and we don't know a lot of things. We need you to answer them! Wait a minute, you can take us to the flying blood building first, so that we can avoid ourselves

I have to find it. "

"What do you mean? Do you take me as your servant? Cut the crap. Whether you like it or not, you must serve me well tonight!"

No matter how stupid short pockmarked man was, he also felt something was wrong at this time. The woman actually regarded herself as an errand runner!

Other people in the restaurant were also shocked, and then sneered.

"These guys probably don't know how terrible this drunken boy is! What a death wish!"

"Yes! Wait a minute, and the woman will know what kind of bad luck she is going to face!"

"Tut tut! If you really irritate the drunken boy, it's not easy for the three men to want to die."

"These guys from other places don't know how terrible and cruel the strong here in the eternal night city are!"

In their view, Zhen Mei and others can be so calm, no doubt do not know how powerful and terrible this short pockmarked son is. They are all looking forward to seeing a good play.

"Serve you? Then you have to ask my man if he agrees. If you don't run errands for us, with your words, my man will kill you! He is very jealous!" Zhen Mei sneered.

"Who is your man? I want to see how he killed me! If I kill him, you will have no man!" Short pockmarked son scoffed with disdain. Lin Chen, who was watching the play, just had a bad feeling in her heart. As expected, she saw Zhen Mei pointing at her green jade finger, and then she winked at herself playfully. Her naughty and charming appearance could make a man's heart drunk

Yes.

Lin Chen touched her nose, unable to laugh or cry. He suddenly found that Zhen Mei was not only as enchanting as Su man in appearance, but also similar in character.

He also saw that Zhen Mei was going to ask this person to help her lead the way. She had just arrived at the Yongye city. She was not familiar with the place. A local leader helped lead the way and answer some questions. It was really good.

Lin Chen stood up. Originally, he was almost as tall as the short pockmarked son. At this time, he stood up, and the other party didn't even reach his chest.

Short pockmarked son pointed at Lin Chen, and a look of ferocity appeared in his eyes. He disdained Zhen Mei and said:

"This little white face is your man? Hum! It's useless to look taller and prettier! Only a strong man can make a woman feel happy. Do you understand? Tonight, you will know that I am much better than this little white face!"

When he spoke, it seemed that Lin Chen was just air, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

"Are you strong?" Lin Chen said.

Short pockmarked son looked at Lin Chen and said with a sneer: "ha ha! Why, you little white face is still not convinced? In that case, I'll let you take it personally. If you can hurt me, I can kneel down and call you Grandpa!"

He did this to make Zhen Mei understand that he was much better than the little white face in front of her.

Zhen Mei is really beautiful, so he doesn't just want to play once, but wants Zhen Mei to be convinced of him and stay with him forever.

"You are too short. If I punch you, don't I have to squat down first? I don't like squatting on the ground." Lin Chen shrugged.

Zhen Mei puffed and laughed. She just thought Lin Chen was too bad, but Lin Chen was so bad that she didn't hate it.

Short pockmarked son said angrily, "what do you want?"

Lin Chen sneered, "I think I'd better kick it?"

"OK! Whatever you kick, as long as you can hurt me, I can kneel down and call you Grandpa! But if you can't hurt me, I'll cut off your legs and head! The beauty and wine are mine!" Short pockmarked son sneered repeatedly, and his tone was impatient.