With money in his pocket, Fang Ming became bolder. He showed off his rich look and walked around the streets in a swaggering manner. Not to mention, with the scent all over his body, he really looked like a
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As the saying goes, money can make the world go round. Fang Ming, who has money, wants to ask about the location of the bleeding pool, but it is really easy. After all, he can get money just by answering a question. Who wouldn't do such a good thing?
Hope to meet.
However, he had received too many glares just now, and now he was not in a hurry. Instead of looking for anyone to ask for directions, he started wandering on the streets. Since leaving Planet Aquamarine, he has been running around the interstellar,
There is no time to stop, take a stroll and appreciate the joy of freedom.
Now, when he came to this strange bloody planet, no one knew him here, and the humanities and customs here also made him nostalgic. He just took this opportunity to put down everything, relax, and let the interstellar god king
Go to hell.[
He was a little tired from walking around and saw a tavern. The business was very prosperous and the shop was full of customers. He naturally thought that the tavern was the easiest place to find out information. Perhaps, the location of the blood pool could be easily found inside.
come out.
Thinking of the blood pool, the leisurely and contented mood just now disappeared. He was in the world and couldn't help himself. After all, he couldn't put down everything he was doing and live a carefree life. The relaxation just now was already very relaxing.
It's rare.
Fang Ming sighed secretly in his heart, suppressed all his lazy emotions, and reinvested in the action of preventing the interstellar god king from resurrecting. He walked slowly into the tavern, found a table by the window, sat down, and greeted the waiter.
Shouted: "Quick, bring the most famous wine in your tavern."
A young waiter trotted over and immediately smelled the rich fragrance emanating from Fang Ming's body. He immediately despised him fiercely in his heart. A grown man who sprayed so much perfume on his body was really perverted. But the one who came here was
Customer, the waiter suppressed the disgust in his heart and responded: "Sir, the most famous wine in our store is 'one cup of drunk'. Anyone who drinks one cup will fall to the ground drunk. How about I give you a cup?"
"When you drink, you have to drink to your heart's content. You only drink one glass, like a girl. How can you have fun? What do you call a 'drunken glass' of wine? Give me a jar.
The waiter was shocked and said: "What, you want to drink a jar? Sir, is this too much? This glass is a strong drink. Ordinary people can't even drink half a glass. Even we have the best drinking ability here."
People can only have one drink, and they will get drunk if they drink any more, so it is called 'one cup of pouring'. You'd better try it with one drink first."
Fang Ming glared at the waiter and shouted: "You can come here as soon as you come, why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you afraid that I won't pay you?"
"No, sir..." The waiter seemed to want to persuade him again. Fang Ming glanced at him, a cold aura spread out from him, and shouted: "Hurry up and get it!"
Frightened by the chill on Fang Ming's body, the waiter dared to say anything more and took the wine as fast as he could, fearing that he would be slow to get it and make Fang Ming, a terrifying person, angry again.
This little episode that happened in the tavern did not attract the attention of other guests. After all, this is a tavern, and drunken guests get drunk and make trouble every day. It is already common for them and they don't care at all.