Huttonmar's most famous "Moonlight Tavern" is crowded with people, including drinkers, pickpockets, and bodyguards, making the place chaotic.

This tavern has its own "three wonders".

The first is the beauty of the tavern owner Socia.

Once, a bard from a foreign land passed by Moonlight Tavern and drank in it, he met Socia and was shocked.

The winery at that time immediately turned into poetry and painting.

The poet dipped in thick ink and wrote a popular poem "Socia".

That is the tenderness of bowing your head,

Like a lotus in water,

I stretched out my "scarlet hand",

Then he was beaten into a pig's head.

O! Socia!

It is said that this creative poet was lifted out by a bodyguard on the spot, but this poem was widely circulated.

The second best thing is the treasured wine in the tavern. "Three bowls are not the door".

This wine has a great taste, but it has a great potential.

After drinking three bowls, I waited for a quarter of an hour and got up, and got drunk after not being at the entrance of the tavern. This is why I got the name "Three Bowls Not the Door".

At this moment, Yang Jian held a bottle of "three bowls but no door" in his hand and was drinking slowly there.

It has been a long time since there has been no news from Lesepin, and Yang Jian is also unstable.

Such a large amount of funds were trapped and all the fire cards were bought. If they could not be collected, the old man Norton would have to peel him off.

This is not a game, it will be updated regularly.

There are too many variables in the real world.

"I just came back from Lesophine in the north. Ahem, do you want to hear my story?"

At this time, a berserker who seemed to have tuberculosis stood up and shouted, interrupting Yang Jian's thoughts.

This call attracted all the eyes around him, and the perverted even shouted: "Come on! Everyone listen to this warrior."

A group of people surrounded the berserkers and Yang Jian ran over and stood behind and watched.

"Ahem, I just escaped from the gates of hell," the berserker looked excited.

"As soon as I entered the outer periphery of Lessephine, it started to rain in the sky. The rain was actually purple! When I dripped on my nose, I couldn't breathe."

"What then?" someone asked.

"As soon as I was excited, I suddenly started the blood rage, and I felt much more enjoyable," the berserker scratched his head.

"Then you said what did you see?" The Berserker slapped the table hard.

"I saw a group of human skin skeletons!"

"Ha!" Everyone present took a breath.

"I was so brave that I rushed over, and started to be violent and bloodthirsty. I couldn't care about so much, just a collapse of mountains and rivers."

The berserker flew everywhere, his hands gestured horizontally and vertically, describing the tragic battle.

"Until they beat those human skin skeletons down one by one," the Berserker proudly put his hands on his back.

"Guess what?" The Berserker's eyes were rounded.

"Those guys actually got up again! Those who can't be beaten to death!"

"Fortunately, I ran fast and saved my life and came back. Cough cough, I still had tuberculosis."

The Berserker sat on the stool like a deflated ball.

"Huh?" Everyone around was wondering, how could he not be beaten to death?

"Weapons that need to be blessed with fire attributes" came from behind, attracting everyone's attention.

Yang Jian put his hands on his face, looking confident.

"What do you, a civilian, know?" The people around couldn't help but sneer.

"Fire is the nemesis of the plague, and it can burn invisible things!" Yang Jian ignored everyone's cold eyes and slowly walked towards the exit of the Moonlight Tavern.

"It makes sense," the Berserker clapped his hands in favor, "Ahem, the ghost things I'm going to kill next time will not be left behind."

"Dare you ask the hero's name Gao?" Yang Jian turned his head.

"My name is Bob."
Chapter completed!