Bibi took out five copper coins from her pocket, threw them on the table, raised her beer glass and drank it all, and said to the bartender in a soft voice: "Say it~~"
"Okay." The bartender said energetically, "Five days ago, I saw a lot of people. They were a mercenary group early in the morning. They..."
The bartender took more than twenty minutes to finish talking this time, and his mouth went dry. He secretly poured half a glass of beer into a small wooden cup and took a sip to make sure that the taste of the beer had not changed at all. Frowning, while drinking to quench his thirst, he asked Bibi: "Miss, do you want to continue listening?"
As a result, Bibi fell silent without any response.
The bartender was confused and turned to look at Bibi. He saw that at some point, Bibi had fallen asleep on the counter with her head on her arms. At this time, Bibi's cheeks were as red as if they were dripping with water. She snored slightly from her small nose, and drool slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth. She slept extremely sweetly.
The bartender was stunned, opened his mouth, thought for a moment, put down his glass and stretched out a finger. He touched Bibi carefully with his finger, tried to poke it, and woke up: "Miss, Miss?"
This touch didn't matter, Bibi slid off the counter with a "crash" and fell heavily to the ground.
"boom!"
Listening to the muffled sound and imagining Bibi's face in contact with the ground, the bartender couldn't help but feel a little unbearable. Just as she was thinking about whether to step out of the counter and give her a hand, Bibi unexpectedly stood up on her own.
Shaking her head vigorously, Bibi opened her sleepy eyes and looked at the bartender in confusion.
After watching for a while, he raised his hand and patted his head hard, and asked seriously: "Hey, what am I doing here?"
The bartender's expression froze and he replied in a low voice: "Didn't you say you were looking for someone?"
"Looking for someone?" Bibi's eyes flashed, then nodded, "Yes, I'm looking for someone..."
"No!" Bibi suddenly changed her words mid-sentence, "No, I'm not here to find anyone."
"Then... what are you doing here?" The bartender was a little confused.
"I'm here to drink." Bibi said with certainty, "I remembered that someone had always told me not to touch wine. If I really want to drink, I can only take a small sip and taste it. Therefore, I have always wanted to Try it, what will happen if you drink too much wine. I walked in here today just to try it. "
"This..." The bartender had a complicated expression. He had already determined that Bibi was very weak and was definitely drunk. As a normal person, faced with this situation, he should definitely persuade Bibi to stop drinking.
But as a bartender whose beer is slow to sell...
The next moment, the bartender smiled brightly, quickly poured three full glasses of beer, placed them in front of Bibi, waved and said: "Then you want to try?"
"Of course I have to try."
"By the way, don't forget to pay." the bartender reminded.
"I can't forget it, don't worry!" Bibi said politely, patted her pocket, and said, "The money I have on me can buy all the wine here, and there is still some left. When I drink enough, I will slowly drink It’s not too late for you to calculate the money.”
After speaking, Bibi slapped the bartender's arm that was trying to stop him, picked up the beer glass and started drinking.
"Gudong, gudong!"
He drank a glass of wine quickly, and his eyes widened unnaturally.
"Gudong, gudong!"
After drinking two glasses of wine quickly, the muscles on Bibi's face began to twist strangely.
"Gudong, gudong!"
The three glasses of wine were quickly consumed, Bibi's eyes were fixed, as if she had touched some limit, her whole body was shaking.
During the vibration, a large stream of white mist spurted out of Bibi's ears, and her neck turned irregularly. A few seconds later, his neck turned a shocking 180 degrees, turning his back to look at the rest of the people in the tavern, with the corners of his mouth raised and a weird smile on his face.
The people in the tavern originally watched Bibi's actions as a joke. When Bibi did this horrific act, she stood up in fright, dumbfounded. The next moment, a crowd of people rushed out of the door in a panic and poured out of the tavern.
The bartender behind the counter was also very frightened. His legs softened and he collapsed directly on the counter with a "pop".
Bibi frowned, a little unhappy, turned her neck, leaned out, and reached out to pick up the bartender.
"Give me some wine!" Bibi spoke out word by word.
The bartender didn't dare to disobey, his whole body was trembling, he gritted his teeth and filled Bibi with three more glasses of wine.
Bibi picked it up and drank it. After a while, she finished it, pushed the empty glass in front of the bartender, and said word by word again: "Continue, continue, pour, wine!"
The bartender looked pale, but was unable to resist, so he had to pour another drink.
Just like that, Bibi drank for most of the day, until she almost finished the entire barrel of beer before she gave up. Then, under the watch of the bartender, he fell straight to the ground, motionless.
The bartender looked at it and his first thought was to run away.
But suddenly he thought of something, turned his head to look at Bibi's body, and swallowed his saliva. He stepped out of the counter, squatted down next to Bibi, and reached out to touch Bibi's clothes.
Unexpectedly, when her hand was still twenty centimeters away from Bibi's clothes, Bibi suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the bartender's arm with such force that she squeezed the bartender's expression.
Bibi's eyes flashed with a strange red light, staring at the bartender, and asked sternly: "What... do you... want... to... do...?"
"I just want to get my drink money back." The bartender looked like he was about to cry. "You drank so much and you haven't paid me yet. If the boss finds out, he will beat me to death."
"Is... eh... I... don't... believe it!" As she spoke, Bibi stood up.
"Ah?!" The bartender looked at Bibi in panic and asked, "You... what do you want to do?"
"I... want... to... do... what?" Bibi was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I... how... know... know..."
As he spoke, he suddenly picked up the bartender and threw him away.
Then he kicked the counter next to him and strode towards the bartender who was on the ground.
The bartender kept retreating, and Bibi kept approaching.
Halfway through, Bibi suddenly saw a black stain on the ground and stopped unconsciously.
The stain was the size of a palm and looked a bit like a mouse. Bibi's long eyelashes fluttered and she stepped on it tentatively with one foot, then followed with the other.
Stomp, stomp, stomp again.
"Trample you to death, trample you to death, trample you to death..." Bibi said, her whole body jumping up and down on the stain.
The bartender watched all this blankly, watching Bibi keep stepping on it, watching Bibi step on it for a long time, and then slip to the ground with a "pop" without any warning, motionless, as if she fell asleep again.
Even so, he didn't dare to act rashly or step forward to get the drink money. Just rubbing his extremely painful shoulders, he looked at Bibi with a broken mind, and murmured: "I... I will never sell alcohol again, yes, I will never sell alcohol again..."
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