With a clang, the door was opened, and the hard soles creaked on the old wooden floor, attracting everyone in the tavern.

My cold eyes swept over the people staying in the tavern. When I saw them dressed in a weird and charming manner, I saw a place where monsters and monsters were mixed. [bsp;    Retracted my eyes and walked straight to the bar at the end of the walkway. Behind the bar there was a strong aunt with a cigarette butt wiping an iron wine glass. Her drooping eyes were as unaware of this new guest as everyone here.

"Boy, what do you want?"

"Qingshui."

"I don't sell clean water here."

The tavern, which was silent the moment before, became lively in an instant, and a man ridiculed and shouted: "Little baby, it's better to go home to drink your mother's milk than to drink clean water! The tavern is where the man who drinks alcohol comes!"

This sentence made everyone laugh, and it seemed that doing so would give you a special sense of superiority.

The person who came in turned a deaf ear and continued to say to the tavern owner: "Then orange juice."

"good."

The aunt who owns this tavern is worthy of being an old man who has been operating this place for a while. From the man's calm attitude, he no longer picked up a glass of orange juice and slid it onto him through the smooth bar as smooth as a mirror. The man said thank you and answered her, raised her head and drank half of her cup.

It can be seen that this man is probably terrifying in appearance. The tavern has regained its usual noise. Everyone shouted at their achievements, or had a wonderful chance with a beauty.

But one person's words suddenly attracted everyone's attention. He sighed and said, "Have you heard it? The violent death god appeared again. This time, it directly destroyed a town. A town! Thousands of people said it would be gone. The tiger would say that it must find this person and offered a bounty of 30 million!"

“30 million!”

"***, that's not that you want any woman to have."

The astronomical amount made everyone amazed, and they couldn't help but fantasize about what kind of scenery they would have if they got the money.

A wanted warrant was posted in a corner of the tavern wall. Many daggers had been stabbed with knife marks, and two daggers were still nailed to it.

The person on the wanted order is the violent god of death that scares everyone, a man who represents death and ominousness.

After that shocking incident, they found that they were forever locked up in this virtual world and could not get out. Despair, fear, and panic filled their hearts, and they didn't know if they had a day left alive.

Under this mood, some people gradually adapt to this world. They regard this place as a real world. Some people start a new life here, and some even take the marriage vow to be with each other forever.

In the past, the guilds and resident areas also became forces of all sizes, and ruled various places like the ancient vassal states.

This tavern is located in a remote place, with mostly idle free players, among which bounty hunters are the most. Therefore, they are most interested in things like wanted orders and are their main source of income.

For them, as long as they enjoy today, it doesn’t matter whether they can see the sun tomorrow. All they need is stimulation, stimulation, stimulation! All they need is just proof that they are still alive.

"In this way, the bounty of the Furious Death God has exceeded 300 million."

"Wow!!!"

A bounty of 300 million means that as long as you kill this person, the person who receives the reward can have everything immediately and even establish his own power. This is definitely a number that makes people crazy and doesn't care about everything.

When everyone was restless, only the man who came in later sat silently at the bar and drank orange juice. It seemed that all this had nothing to do with him. It was not that his dress was too eye-catching, but the people in the tavern almost forgot that there was another person here.

Just then, the gate of the tavern was suddenly knocked open. A man rolled and crawled in, climbed up regardless of himself, raised his face and shouted: "Run! Skiway is here!"

The thin and dusty face was full of fear and trembling, which made the face that had become dark due to long-term sunbathing and a strange gray color appeared.

As soon as the three words Skiway were spoken, almost everyone was in horror. Some quickly packed up their things and left, some were at a loss and knew what to do, and some simply knelt on the ground and made a prayer letter to ask God for help.

Only that man was still drinking his orange juice, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"Boy, if you don't want to lose your freedom, just leave quickly. This is no longer the game world of the past."

"I'm waiting for someone."

The man who has not spoken since entering the door opened his mouth. The voice is soft and nice, and it is full of gentleness. It feels like the sunshine at 8 o'clock in the morning is warm and not too hot.

"If you don't leave, you will be waiting for you forever."

"Ha, no. Don't worry. Give me another drink."

In the blink of an eye, the slightly crowded tavern just before suddenly became empty. Except for a few people who didn't know where to go, most of them left this dangerous place.

After a while, there was a faint sound of engine buzzing outside the tavern and a strange clamor. When he heard this sound, the person who was still staying in the tavern was frightened and he simply sat on the ground and his eyes were protruding, and smelly liquid flowed out from his crotch.

A man reacted and ran out the door in fear.

Just as he ran out of the door, an iron ring hit his neck and shook him back from the door. With a click, the man shouted hysterically: "I don't want to be a slave! I don't want to be a slave!"

He tried hard to get up and run, but an electric current suddenly appeared on the iron ring. Seeing his hair standing upside down with electricity, his body emitted the smell of roasted meat and fell down. His body twitched and lost the ability to resist instantly.

“Uruga!”

At the right time, a green-faced orc appeared at the door, and his crystal yellow pupils, like a snake, looked around the tavern. Seeing the caught person, he picked him up like a chicken and walked out the door.

There were also more orcs like this rushing in.

The people who stayed in the tavern were frightened, screamed and begged, but were forced to put this strange iron ring one by one.

Finally they noticed that there was a man sitting in front of the bar, an orc who was three meters tall and covered with spiked black armor, came over and grabbed the man's shoulders, and wanted to pull his body over.

But a black muzzle hit his broad forehead.

The man turned his head, and the silver-white bangs under the brim of the hat naturally hung down, and his eyes turned out to be evil purple.

Bang!

The trigger was pulled, and the striker hit the bullet and pushed the silver bullet out of the gun chamber at a high speed, piercing through the orc's forehead. Seeing its tall body losing its strength and falling backwards.

This scene shocked everyone in the tavern.

The man raised his right index finger and fully showed his evil face. He sneered cruelly: "I hate others touching me, especially men, and even men who are not even humans."

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