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At this time, Yinhen was in an empty space, and the only thing he could feel in his sight was the cyan tone spread throughout the corners of the space.

In addition, these cyan colors are not stiff colors, but also have a flowing feeling like water flow.

Yinhen tried to reach out to touch it, but he couldn't get any touch.

"How unlucky am I always imprisoned in various spaces"

Faced with the boundless blue space, Yinhen gave up his aimless exploration. Experience told him that this is an endless area and is not connected to the world he was originally in.

But just when he had this idea, the space suddenly changed violently. Yinhen only felt the whole world surrounding him start to shake, and soon his feet suddenly collapsed.

The crack spread rapidly, and finally the ground under Yinhen's feet completely collapsed. Yinhen watched as he fell into the collapsed ground without any surprise.

Yinhen knew very well that this decline was basically equivalent to fantasy and had no substantial impact on him, and this could be proved from the silent King of Ten Thousand Demons.

In case the situation is really in crisis and his life, the King of Ten Thousand Demons will try his best to control his body through negotiations.

In fact, Yinhen guessed it correctly because he suddenly felt that the ground under his feet was substantive again, which meant that he had escaped from that unknown space.

As for why...

Yinhen turned his eyes on the person in front of him, a man wearing a broken black robe with a sickly pale face.

Generally speaking, when a person sees such a man dressed in an unfamiliar environment, he will feel more or less a little frightened.

But Yinhen doesn't, not only because he was born not afraid of unknown things, but also, the man in front of him... he has seen it at all!

...

"How could it be you?" Roy looked at the two people who had just walked into the tavern with a bad look on his face.

Not unfamiliar, he can be said to be a regular customer, and it impressed Roy.

It was the tall man yesterday who called himself a "drinker", and the short and hunched man following him was still the short and hunched man who maintained his usual silence at this time.

Roy was gritting his teeth. If it weren't for Kalanche's failure to rush up and give them some colors, he really didn't know why they could be so shameless.

I did that kind of thing in the hotel yesterday, but today I looked as if nothing happened.

"Did I disappoint you?" The drunkard said with a finger instead of a toothpick to clamp the gap between his teeth and said in a bland manner.

"What do you want to do?" Roy asked again.

"Get out!" At this time, the guests present yesterday witnessed this scene, and felt incredible and supportive.

As regular customers know, Karanchi is a man who treats customers with great enthusiasm without any hypocrisy and perfunctoryness. He can't say anything like expelling guests, so we will replace him.

Indeed, those present yesterday were very surprised when they saw the drunkard again today. Where did he get the courage to treat the Karanchi Tavern as a place where they can ravage and trample on them?

With the excitement of the crowd, the finger of the finger was immediately pointed at the drunkard and his companion.

But the drunkard didn't care at all, just as the occasion at this level could not arouse the inner turmoil in his heart.

Taking these sounds of condemnation as unheard of, the drunkard walked into the tavern on his own, then casually found an empty seat to sit down, and pointed at the breakfast cup on a guest's table with a look of contempt.

"Why are you drinking this? Isn't it because you hid something yesterday?"

"You dare to mention yesterday!"

The drunkard asked Kalanche in a faint tone, and this behavior made Roy angry.

"Oh, if we only talk about the morning, the 'Fever Karanchi breakfast cup' can indeed make you, who are passionate, get the best taste." Karanchi's face was not angry at all, but instead smiled excitedly and explained.

For him, perhaps more people can love the breakfast cup in his tavern, which is a very happy thing.

This is something that I would not have experienced if it weren't for the old customers of Karanchi Tavern.

For these old customers, it is really addictive and intoxicating to have a "crazy Karanchi breakfast cup" in the morning.

Although most of the drunkards were angry, this place was Karanchi Tavern after all, and they didn't want further fierce conflicts to occur here. It would be too sorry for Karanchi Tavern to be rumored to have a reputation as Karanchi Tavern.

Dissatisfaction is also a matter of condemnation.

"Oh, let's have two glasses." The drunkard pointed to himself and his short companion beside him.

Karanchi has always had high efficiency in execution when it comes to customer requests.

Soon, two unique ‘Fever Karanchi Breakfast Cups’ were freshly released. In order not to be surprised, Karanchi personally delivered the breakfast cup to the guest’s table.

After the drunkard noticed the hot and hot red wine, a different kind of spirit appeared in his eyes for the first time.

With unconcealed urgency, the drunkard quickly took the first sip, and then shocked appeared in his eyes.

Why is this clearly churning with heat, but when you taste it, you feel a coolness that reaches the bottom of your heart, mixed with the stimulation of alcohol.

Not long after, a flame seemed to burn in my heart, dispelling the cold.

This feeling made the drunkard intoxicated and slowly savored the glass of white wine. For him, who had read countless wines in his life, the wine in this glass could be called nectar and jade liquid.

It is hard to imagine that the breakfast cup brings an unimaginable taste experience to the drunkard.

Even the short man who had been silent by the drunkard had a little more spirit in his eyes.

"How come you feel your blood boiling because of the fanaticism in the morning?"

Karanchi looked at the drunkard with anticipation and snapped his fingers anxiously.

And the drunkard responded with the same urgency.

"Continue, come again, give me three more cups, I don't want ten cups!"

The drunkard grabbed Kalanche's "duck head" and his fluffy hair was scattered due to the intense movements, but he ignored it and was just looking forward to being able to taste the delicious food more.

but-

Karanchi responded to the drunkard's expectations for the first time with a refusal shake.

"Oh, sorry, the 'Fever Karanchi Breakfast Cup' is only available for every guest every morning."

"The craze of excessive greed can sometimes backfire." Kalanchi explained with a smile.

However, a thick hand suddenly covered his head, accompanied by the drunkard's cold shout, "Do you think you are not giving anyone face!"

Under that powerful pressure, Kalanche, who was caught off guard, had an intimate contact with the wooden floor of the tavern.

Fortunately, it is a wooden ground, so this will not cause irreversible consequences.

But the damage to the floor was inevitable because of this impact, some cracks appeared on the ground.

"Damn it!"

This time, the drunkard's actions really angered Roy, not all the guests and Tanba and others.

The drunkard and his companions were completely caught in the target of public criticism, but the drunkard's face was cold, "Does the weak people even understand that they are obedient?"

What everyone unexpected happened. The drunkard actually chose to take action first in this situation, and the first target he chose was Roy, who had been chattering in his ears before.

The moment he took action, the wrist of his right hand was surrounded by rich red gas.

Almost everyone discovered a fact that shocked them in this moment!

The drunkard in front of him is the owner of the punishment color system, and the intensity of the aura displayed at the moment has exceeded one thousand!

Although the owner of the punishment color system can be said to be the most common and weakest of all abilities.

But if it is the current huge aura, it is a different matter.

To be intuitive, Duanlang, which had the strength of "two whales", was only about 200 when converted into gas value.

Although due to the identity of the psychic, his actual combat power can even be said to be superior to the conventional punishment color owner of five or six hundred Qi.

The power displayed by the drunkards is so desperate. There are also many punishing sex owners among the guests who visit Kalanche Tavern, but the strongest of them is less than 100, and they have no way to compete with the drunkard in front of them.

As an ordinary person, if Roy takes this punch, even if he is a drunkard, he will be worried about his life even if he is kind and keeps his strength!

Time seemed to have stopped. As everyone's eyes watched, the drunkard's fist approached Roy's face little by little in slow time, and just as the two were about to collide together—

A more powerful hand easily held the drunkard's hand, and then the owner of the hand took advantage of the power of one hand and completely threw the drunkard out.

The moment the time returned to the normal flow rate, the drunkard had fallen to the door of the tavern.

“Huh—!!!”

After a silence, the uniform screams echoed throughout the tavern, and they didn't understand what was going on.

Originally, it wasn't Roy who was threatened by his life? Why did the situation completely reverse after an instant?

Not to mention them, even the drunkard himself was in a strong shock.

What happened just now, who beat me up and attacked me secretly

While he was looking around with strong doubts to find the answer, Karanchi's voice sounded coldly in his ears.

"No matter how you do things randomly, you shouldn't take action against my friends whom I care about..."

"roll!"
Chapter completed!