Chapter 1391

Zhang ye came out of weizhonghe's home, but he didn't go back to the hotel. Now it's midnight, and he doesn't want to go home. Looking at the brightly lit capital below, he suddenly has the idea of going back to his nightlife.

If you want to talk about nightlife, the preferred place in Beijing is naturally on the sea of clouds, where the food and play are first-class, but Zhang Ye doesn't want to go.

He fell on the ground, quietly walking, suddenly want to find a quiet place to drink a glass of wine, taste a taste of red dust.

It has to be said that since his cultivation in the imperial realm, he has been farther and farther away from the life of ordinary people. After all, every day he goes high and high, and everything he does is earth shaking. Ordinary people are far away.

But the more so, the more he found that his heart became more indifferent, which made him wake up.

Maybe the emperor Zhetian and Yun Qinghai didn't ignore the existence of ordinary people from the beginning, but as their cultivation became higher and higher, they became more and more distant from the life of ordinary people and gradually became indifferent.

I don't want that.

Think of this, Zhang Ye can't help laughing, the pace began to speed up, such as a gust of breeze, soon came to a bar.

The name of this bar is a little fresh. It's called waiting for the wind. It seems that there are not many people. It's just suitable for his current state.

Zhang Ye pushed the door in and sat down casually. Then he began to observe the environment of the bar.

This is a kind of blue bar pattern, leisurely, elegant, without those noisy music, even the drinkers are whispering.

There is a small stage in front of the bar, on which there is a folk singer who is not outstanding in appearance. She is playing the guitar and singing the popular folk songs recently. The voice of the female singer is a little hoarse, but it just fits the lyrics she sings. It has a flavor.

"What can I do for you, sir?" A waitress saw Zhang Ye sit down and immediately came to inquire.

"Just give me a bottle of whisky and a fruit plate, that's all." Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"Yes, sir. Just a moment, please." The waitress smiles and nods away.

Zhang Ye's surroundings become quiet again. There are not many guests in the bar, so it doesn't seem crowded. Zhang Ye can enjoy a card seat alone and listen to the husky but vicissitudes voice of the female singer quietly.

At the moment, the female singer is singing the soothing and pleasant song "anheqiaobei", which Zhang Ye used to like very much. Moreover, with the female singer's voice, the light sadness and loneliness are highlighted.

But just because you like it doesn't mean everyone likes it.

While listening to Zhang Yezheng, a very disharmonious voice suddenly broke the beautiful and leisurely atmosphere of the bar.

"What the hell is that? It's so ugly. Change the song for me. I don't want to listen to it. I want to listen to eighteen touch. Ha ha, sing eighteen touch for me."

Huh?

Zhang Ye frowned slightly and looked askance. Just now, what the ghost called was a 20-year-old gangster. He had a haircut that killed Matt. He was wearing riveted leather clothes, nose nails, lip rings, earrings, etc. on his face, he hung a bunch of them. He showed his colorful arms by rolling his sleeves, and was arrogant and arrogant.

It's bad luck to meet such people everywhere.

Zhang Ye helplessly shakes his head, is planning to get up and leave, since the environment here has been destroyed, he does not need to stay here.

However, just at this time, the manager of the bar came over and apologized to the little gangster, then ran to the stage and said something to the female singer sternly.

"I can't sing other songs, especially those rubbish songs."

The female singer suddenly roared out in great anger.

Obviously, the bar manager was also infuriated by the obstinacy of the female singer and said aloud, "no? If you don't sing, just get out of here. Don't think you're so noble. I didn't ask you to sleep with me. Just sing a song. Pretend to be noble. Bah, you're a whore. "

"You..."

The female singer shivered and turned pale with anger. She bit her teeth but sat down again, with grievances in her eyes, but with a trace of helplessness. She tried to sing other songs.

Hum!

But Zhang Ye couldn't go on.

He didn't intend to take care of these things. Even if the female singer was very poor, he didn't want to do it. There are many poor people in the world. Can he save them?

But the bar manager's words angered Zhang Ye.

What's the matter? A bar manager only knows how to grovel, and even his employees don't know how to protect them. On the contrary, he is threatening and staring at them. It's too deceiving.

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Ye's cold voice rang out, which seemed a little abrupt in the quiet bar.

Shua!

At this moment, the eyes of all the people fell on him. The bar manager looked at him for a moment, but his face changed again. Immediately, as if he were a pug, he came up to Zhang Ye and said with a smile:"What can I do for you, sir?"

Zhang Ye looked at the bar manager contemptuously and said coldly, "the singer's singing just now is very good. I hope she can sing it again."

This

The bar manager was in a dilemma. Even the female singer was slightly stunned when she heard Zhang Ye's words, but she gave him a grateful look.

But without waiting for the manager to speak, the thug who killed Matt next to him was not happy. He threw a bottle of wine and was dodged by Zhang Ye, but he still heard the Thug's abusive voice.

"Where did you come from? You idiot, you dare to fight against me. You're tired of living. You don't want to ask. Who is my brother Bruce Lee? "

At this time, the manager of the bar responded and said: "Sir, you'd better go. You can't stir up that little dragon. He's Kunsan's staff. He's in charge of all the bars around here. We can't stir him up."

Oh?

Zhang Ye disdained smile, he recognized the bar manager words look down on their own meaning.

"If you can't provoke me, then I can't either. Is that what you mean?" He said with a sneer.

"You, how can you talk like this? I'm kind-hearted, but you treat me like a donkey's liver and lung. If you are beaten later, don't blame me for not reminding you." The bar manager said angrily.

"Don't worry about it." Zhang Ye smiles and bypasses the bar manager directly.

Pooh!

I don't know what's high and what's thick. I think I can be arrogant here with two dollars. I'll see how you kneel down and beg for mercy later.

The manager of the bar looked at Zhang Ye and sneered.

Of course, Zhang Ye didn't know what the bar manager was thinking, and he didn't care. Instead, he went directly to the little gangster and asked with a smile:

"are you brother Bruce Lee?"

"Yes, it's Lao Tzu. What can I do for you Brother Bruce Lee knew himself when he saw the other party, and he felt very proud.