This nerubian was already old, his face was wrinkled, and his skin and flesh were already loose. However, the Nerubian's unique advantage allowed him to reach all the wine on the high wine rack just by turning around on the spot. Although he is old, his movements are not slow. No matter who is in any corner, as long as he shouts, the wine he wants will be thrown on his table in a blink of an eye. Of course, the premise is that you have paid for the drinks first.
Based on this alone, it can be seen that this nerubian is not simple, otherwise it would not be a bar in this kind of place.
Qianye squeezed to the front of the bar, tapped the table lightly, and said, "Have a drink that's strong enough."
The spider demon looked at Qianye, and his eyes seemed to penetrate Qianye for an instant, then he shrugged and said, "Little vampire, be careful if you drink too much. If you lie down in this kind of place, there is only one fate, and that is to be killed." Ripped it off and threw it outside the town."
The smile on Qianye's face remained unchanged, and he said again: "Have a strong enough glass, the kind you are good at."
"Okay! Newborns are always so impulsive. I was also like this when I was young..." The old nerubian chattered, and prepared a cup of colorful things in a dazzling way, and placed it in front of Qianye.
The cup looked horrible, and it smelled horrible, an indescribable smell rushed straight to the nose, making Qianye, who had a keen sense, almost sneezed. Looking at such a glass of stuff, Qianye also hesitated.
At this time, a beautiful woman squeezed in beside him, and smiled at Qianye: "Little handsome guy, this is the signature here, it would be a pity if you don't try it."
This was a female werewolf, she was hot enough, her clothes were revealing enough, her eyes were direct enough, she almost pushed Qianye to the ground.
Qianye inherited the nature of the blood clan, so he doesn't have much interest in werewolves. But after listening to her recommendation, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip. As soon as the wine was in the mouth, it immediately rushed straight to the bottom of the abdomen like a ray of fire, and Qianye's head slammed, and he was a little dazed, and he drank too much in one sip.
In his life, Qianye has never encountered a situation where he was almost knocked down by a sip of wine. At this moment, he only felt that his whole body was heating up, his head was a little dazed, and his thoughts began to wander. He put his hands in front of his eyes and saw that his hands were flushed, and he thought his face was the same.
At this time around the bar, there were not a few people paying attention to Qianye. Seeing that Qianye was drunk, many people's eyes began to look wrong, some were looking at Qianye's things, and some were looking at Qianye's people.
The alluring woman only stared at her eyes, leaned forward, and almost put all her huge breasts on Qianye's arms, licked her lips lightly, and said, "Little handsome guy, don't you buy me a drink? Just one is all you need!" "
The voice Qianye heard at the moment was all erratic, so he nodded.
The old spider demon shook his head, paired an identical glass of wine, and placed it on the bar. Greed appeared in the female werewolf's eyes, as soon as she grabbed the wine glass, she wanted to pour it into her mouth. But as soon as the wine glass was lifted, it was exposed back on the bar with a bang.
A hand reached out from behind, grabbed the female werewolf's wrist, and pressed it against the bar.
The female werewolf was startled and angry, and turned her head to look. I saw a young female blood race with a cold face behind her, she said coldly: "Slut, get out of here! The adults of our blood race are not worthy of such a low-haired bastard like you."
The female werewolf let out a low growl from her throat, her fangs gradually grew, and she growled, "Who are you calling a long-haired bastard?"
The female blood race did not back down: "It's you! What's the matter?"
With a roar, the werewolf threw himself on the young vampire, pinning her to the ground. Immediately, the two rolled and rolled, hitting each other vigorously, hitting each other hard, punching to the flesh. The people around were worried that the world would not be chaotic, and the crowd applauded. No one wanted to fight, but many people started to bet. Some bet on the female blood race, but there were more bets on werewolves.
Qianye still held the glass of wine, drinking it in small sips, oblivious to the changes behind him.
At some point, there was another person beside Qianye, a young woman. Sitting next to Qianye, she didn't turn her head, but asked indifferently: "Would you like to buy me a drink?"
Qianye instinctively wanted to nod, but suddenly seeing her rare black hair, his whole body shook, and he was silent for a moment before saying, "I'll accompany you as much as you want to drink."
The black-haired girl turned her head and looked at Qianye, her eyes were bottomlessly black.
She suddenly laughed and said, "You want to drag me away drunk?"
At this moment, Qianye's thoughts were wandering, and he instinctively said: "If it is possible, why not?" As soon as these words came out, Qianye himself was startled. If he was sober, he would never say that. Whenever he had a few glasses of wine, he always seemed to be a different person.
However, Yetong was not angry, and just said indifferently: "If you want to, then try it. Boss, you can still have ten more glasses of this wine!"
Ten cups!
Although Qianye was in a semi-smoked state, he was shocked when he heard it, and he woke up a lot from the wine. Many people in the bar also noticed this, so they cheered loudly.
The old nerubian showed a playful smile, without saying a word, his hands moved quickly, and ten glasses of colorful wine appeared on the bar in the blink of an eye.
Yetong picked up a glass, touched Qianye vigorously, and said, "Come on, let's do it." After saying that, he raised his head, and a large glass of strong wine poured down his throat like a fire.
Qianye's face turned bitter, and he held the wine glass with both hands, taking small sips like taking medicine, and took a long time to finish it. There was an uproar all around, and many people were pointing their middle fingers at Qianye.
Yetong stretched out his hand to brush his hair, picked up another cup, and said, "Come on, let's do it."
With such a small action, her face was exposed to everyone's eyes, the sound in the bar suddenly fell by half, many people stared at Yetong, and their breathing gradually became heavy.
Qianye continued to frown, looking depressed, and slowly drank the second cup. This time the booing was much quieter. This kind of wine is the bar's signature, and it's extremely strong. There are not many people present who can drink two glasses without getting under the table.
When Yetong picked up the third cup, the bar became much quieter, even the werewolves and vampires who were fighting stopped, and looked at Qianye and Yetong with complicated expressions.
Ye Tong's appearance can only be described as perfect, and this is a face that should never appear in this kind of place. But in terms of appearance alone, Qianye is actually not much worse than Yetong. The two sitting together made many people feel like a good match.
Many men and women were looking at Yetong, and many men and women were also looking at Qianye.
The fourth cup was quickly drained.
Yetong's face was as usual, as if he had drunk four glasses of water, but his pupils looked deeper. And Qianye has been wobbling since the first cup, and it is still wobbling up to now, just not pouring.
Seeing this, no matter how stupid people are, they will know that something is wrong.
After the fifth cup, the two of them were still the same as before, nothing changed.
"Boss, ten more cups." Yetong's style was still so straightforward and vicious.
However, there was a spoiler in this competition. An extremely burly and majestic werewolf came over, slapped the bar heavily, bent down, and said to Yetong: "The chick of the blood race, drink like that bitch!" What's the point? Just drink with me, my crazy teeth will definitely satisfy you, whether it's on the wine table or on the bed! How about it?"
The other vampires who had long coveted Yetong were immediately dissatisfied, and one of them let out a baron-level breath, and said in a deep voice: "You guys with long hair, noble vampires are not what you should touch!"
Kuang Fang stared at the blood baron, grinning grinningly and standing up straight. He was extremely tall, and when he stood up, his head almost hit the roof. The fierce and domineering aura exuded from his body, and the dark force was so strong that it was almost as strong as a second-class viscount.
The burly man stared at the blood baron who was almost suffocated by his breath, and said with a grin: "I have played with hundreds of blood chicks, and dozens of them have died! Do you have anything to say? By the way, my full name is Crazy Fang Xueding."
The blood baron's face was already pale, but his face changed drastically when he heard the blood peak, and his hands were trembling slightly.
Blood Peak is one of the few powerful tribes among werewolves, second only to the top of the group of peaks with aloof status. However, Bloodtop's behavior style is extremely radical, advocating the use of force to solve all problems, and his militancy is among the best among werewolf tribes. All the werewolves who fell from the top of the blood were very powerful fighters. Like the twelve ancient clans of the blood clan, their combat power could not be measured simply by level.
At this time, a middle-aged vampire came out, stood in front of the baron, and said coldly: "Crazy Fang, he is my man."
This vampire seems a bit thin and weak, but the blood energy released from his body is extremely rich, and it also reaches the second-class viscount level. The faces of many vampires in the bar suddenly turned pale, which is a characteristic of being suppressed by superior bloodlines.
Kuang Ya's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "Baroque, others are afraid of you, but I'm not afraid. I'm going to decide on this girl, and you also want to use the noble lineage theory of blood clan as an argument?"
Baroque stared at Kuangya, and said, "My family is almost the same as your tribe. It's not like we haven't fought before. Why should I back down? Let's let her choose, how about it?"
Kuangya grinned a few times, breathing hot air, approached Yetong, and asked, "Little girl, what do you say?"
Yetong raised his hand, splashed the whole glass of wine on Kuangya's face, and said only one word: "Get out."
Kuangya smiled instead of anger, stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick the drink on his face, and said, "Okay, enough! I like it!"
Kuangya moved his body like a hill, approached Qianye, and said, "What do you say, kid?"
Qianye's answer was more direct, he grabbed the wine glass and smashed it directly on Kuangya's face!
With a bang, the wine glass shattered, and the wine mixed with blood flowed down Kuang Fang's face.
Kuangya was stunned for a moment, never expecting Qianye to hit him directly in the face. The whole bar was also instantly silent.
"You're courting death!" Amidst the roar, Kuang Ya punched Qianye on the head!
When Qianye stood up, the top of his head still couldn't reach Kuangya's shoulders, and there was a huge difference in body shape between the two sides. Kuangya's punch was shot with anger again, below the baron, one punch could seriously injure him.
Qianye lifted one hand up, and blocked Kuangya's heavy punch amidst the exclamation, but was not knocked down as expected by others. He struck out with lightning with his other hand, and punched Kuangya's abdomen with a punch, almost his entire forearm sank into Kuangya's body!