Chapter 1007： No game to play, I am going to die (fourth! Ask for a monthly ticket!)

Jinyi Pub, here is the underground pub managed by the sewing gang.

This pub offers a wide range of unforgettable services.

The dead line took his hand down to the pub to find the best place to sit down.

The maids in the pub saw the dead lines and did not dare to approach.

The madness of the dead line is notorious in the sewing gang, so everyone in the pub is very afraid of the dead line.

"It's your turn today."

"Why don't you go?"

"Come let the canary go, she is new..."

A group of waitresses pushed the last younger girl with freckles on her face and pushed it to the group of people on the dead line.

"What do you want?"

The voice of the waitress was a little trembling. Although she had just arrived, she also heard the fate of the dead line.

To make matters worse, the dead line in the pub was directly killed in the pub with a fist and a drunk man was killed... At that time, the fierce scene was all seen by her.

The dead line did not answer him. His hands were flat in front of him, and his thumb kept squatting in the air.

She turned her head slightly, only to find a shining screen in front of the dead line.

magic!

There is a taboo word in her mind, but the magic that the dead line is using is not the same as her memory.

A dwarf on the screen is constantly bouncing... After he tramples a turtle, he pushes the turtle shell and kills a group of creatures like mushrooms.

The dead line kept licking the forward button. He didn't think that the turtle shell that hit the wall would fold back and directly kill the Mario he controlled.

"hateful!"

Mario's sudden temper made the dead line suddenly shoot his thigh, and he also had the energy to take care of other things.

"Give me some wine!" The dead line said to the waitress next to him.

She is still immersed in the picture of Super Mario, and will not respond for a while.

"Don't hear it!" the man behind the dead line shouted at her again.

At this time, the waitress quickly said ‘understand! Then, it quickly ran away.

"Boss, what is this thing you play?"

A sewing gang's men looked at the dead line and did not stop the thumb. He was carrying a translucent handle in the air. From curiosity, he still asked... the origin of this magical magic.

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

The dead line focused on the little man who kept jumping up and down in front of the screen. He had already used Mario to reach the second level, and the difficulty of the level began to increase gradually.

When he concentrated on the jump button, the picture in front of him suddenly disappeared.

"what happened!"

The line of death suddenly stood up from where he was sitting, and his angry feeling of relaxation around him gradually faded from him.

Accompanied by a sense of anxiety, the sense of anxiety that wants to continue this game.

"Deadline, you don't want to drink some laughter!"

A sewing squad handed a bottle of pink liquid inside the bottle to the dead line, and the dead line directly fell to the ground with anger.

"This thing has a fart!"

In his heart, he kept chanting the words "Little Hegemony is infinite", just like a spell, but it has no effect.

No matter how he remembers, he can't summon the picture of Super Mario.

The manic character of the dead line returned to him again, and he used his hands to directly push all the things on the table under the table.

All the other men in the sewing gang are scared to move...

"Black tail... is the guy with black tail." The dead line kept thinking about its name, staring at one of the sewing gang's men. "You! And you rolled over and grabbed the black tail kid." ”

"Boss, black tail him... he has come to the pub," said a sewing squad.

The gaze of the dead line once again looked at the entrance to the pub, and the black-tailed figure appeared at the door of the pub.

The guards of the two sewing gangs directly pushed the black tail to the round table where the dead line was sitting.

"Kid! I know that you have the original spar! Come and hand it out!"

The dead line was placed on the table with his hands on his face, staring at the black tail sitting in front of him.

"This thing is asking for money." The black tail forced the inner fear, relying on the courage of anger to scream at the dead line.

"Money? You don't know how much money you owe to us, do you know how much money you dare to pay with me?!"

The symptoms of the dead line madness were brought to the extreme at this moment, and he directly took out the dagger that had previously stabbed his hand with a black tail.

"Give me the original spar, or I will cut your hand and cut it!"

The dead line threatened the black tail with a dagger, and the surface of the dagger emerged with the inscription of the order. The next second dagger floated out of the air in the palm of the dead line.

The blade of the dagger was on the neck of the dead line, and the threat of death made his arrogant symptoms slightly weaker.

The members of the other sewing gangs immediately saw the scene and took out their own weapons. For a time, the whole pub entered a state of confrontation.

"I... I said it! I sell something for money!"

The black tail looked at the dagger that had reached the neck of the dead line, and the whole person had an enthusiasm in an instant.

"you!"

"The dead line sits down."

A mature woman sounded, and the original line of a rabid dog immediately closed her mouth, and the security seat sat in the original position.

The black tail looked over the back of the line, and a mature purple-haired woman appeared on the other side of the pub. The dress on her body definitely belonged to the Nolan noble class, but it was slightly exposed.

All the sewing gang members in the pub have regained their position, because this woman is the veritable leader of this gang... Marceau.

"I don't know that the master who visited the seminar visited this place."

Her gaze glanced inside the pub, trying to find the releaser of this magic.

"I won't mix with the gang of bastards!"

Blacktail directly told the other party that their helpers were not from the Quest, the most mysterious and powerful organization in the city.

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

The woman named Marceau walked slowly to the black tail.

"I am a friend."

The black tail did not reveal the true identity of the orange cat, because the orange cat was staring at him on the eaves.

"Friend? Then you met a great friend, kid... What do you want to get from me?" she asked.

"I want to make a deal with you."

The black tail took out the remaining three original spar from the pocket, and the black tail did not put it on the table, because the dead eye was staring at the original spar in the black tail.

As long as there is a slack in the black tail, the man in front of him will rob the three little bullies in the hands of the black tail.

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PS: The first day of the mission is completed! The National Day is about to begin soon! I need a monthly pass to enhance my code power! The explosion will continue!