Chapter 509: Goat into the mouth

The old man was dug out, but instead of digging for glutinous rice balls,

Shirley came to dig it herself.

After the glutinous rice ** are transformed, the big dog's palm is too big

to be suitable for the meticulous work of digging people. On the contrary,

Shirley in human form is very convenient.

After being dug out, the old man was patted on his head by glutinous rice

balls, and he was immediately beaten up.

"You, who are you?" When the old man woke up, his first reaction was

dumbfounded.

Then he saw that Kemeng was empty behind.

"What about those ** foods, where are they?" The old man yelled in surprise,

incredible.

But soon, he realized that the man in front of him was the scariest person.

The food of the blood race was missing. It might have been eaten by the man in

front of him, or he might be saved, but these were not important. The

important thing was that he was unable to resist.

He didn't know how the big dog flew over.

With the slap of the big dog, ordinary people have long been beaten into

meatloaf. He barely resisted, but his powerful body has also fallen into a

state of half-length disability.

Although he is not a pure kinsman, but he is also someone who has been taken

care of by kinsmen. How could his physique be defeated by ordinary species.

At this moment, the old man knew that his life was hopeless, so he could only

rely on another alien space with the bar life.

That space will be the real Moonlight Tavern, where the blood races gather.

There are some powerful kinsmen who can open mountains with bare hands.

Presumably the man in front of him couldn't help the power of the blood king.

"How many people have been harmed by your bar?"

At this time, Kemeng asked, the first question was like a sharp knife,

breaking the other's heart.

The slightly squinted eyes hide the cold killing intent, and the invisible

coercion is like a dragon on Kemeng's head, watching him silently.

The old man trembled all over, unable to tell what it was like, for the first

time to be overwhelmed by the so-called "vigour" by humans.

The old man's lips trembled: "No, I don't remember, it seems, there are

hundreds of thousands of people."

Kemeng said, his voice raised slightly.

The Dragon Slaying Knife was hidden in the storage props, and the coercion

overflowed through the gap, suppressing the opponent.

This spiritual coercion generally does not appear on the initiative.

Usually Kemeng has adapted to the coercion of the Dragon Slaying Sword, and

through communication with the Swordsman, deliberately let the Dragon Slaying

Sword restrain its coercion.

Only when he was threatening the enemy, Kemeng took advantage of that momentum

to overwhelm others.

I have to say that this lift is very useful, and what the old man with poor

mental state said, all his brains were shaken out.

This Moonlight Bar has been open for decades. At first, it was not a gathering

place for the kinsmen. However, in the following years, part of the bar space

was added. Later, a kinsman knew about it and took control of the hidden space

of the Moonlight Bar. Hide that level of space, usually he himself solicits

guests outside, continuously pulling blood food into the bar for the blood.

Every midnight is when the two spaces overlap each other, but not every day,

it depends on the mood of the opposite person.

Another point is that the space journey has already taken place, and it cannot

be stopped. The space here will completely overlap with the real Moonlight

Bar, and the blood people will never let Kemeng, a shit-chucking stick.

Ke Meng asked about the strength of the blood clan chief, and when he heard

that he opened the mountain with one hand, Ke Meng raised his brow.

The patriarch's palm strength is amazing, but I don't know if it is true.

The old man is old, he is a tool man of the blood race, and the news he

inquires may not be true.

On the other hand, Kemeng also learned about the old man's life experience. It

turned out that the old man had eaten some food from the blood patriarch in

decades.

The body of the old man is several times stronger than that of world-class

athletes. On the surface, he is depressed. In fact, he lives and lives for two

hundred years.

But with such a strong body, the glutinous rice ** were photographed into

the wall. The old man was completely afraid, but there was still a glimmer of

hope in his heart, thinking that the patriarch of the blood clan would solve

Kemeng.

These inner words would not have been said in the first place, but Kemeng used

force to suppress others, and coupled with the violent glutinous rice **

beating people online, he had a lingering heart, so he had to make a bitter

face and shake everything he knew.

"Is it all done?" Kemon asked.

"It's all done, no." The old man nodded fiercely. Although it didn't feel

good, he still said it.

"Then you are useless now, let me go in!"

After Kemon finished speaking, he took out a roll of tape from his storage

scarf.

With a hiss, he tore off a large roll of tape, sealed the old man's mouth,

tied the old man's hands and feet, and threw it into another storage item.

In addition to scarves, Kemeng's storage items were all from the Bureau of

Investigation. They were borrowed and used as needed, and there was no need

for complicated procedures to apply to higher authorities.

Without the old man, the bartender was suddenly much quieter.

However, the overhead lights are getting more and more red, and the surface of

the stage seems to be bleeding.

The blood that had dripped to the ground before, did not know when it turned

into a trickle, gathered into a small piece on the stage, and continued to

grow.

Kemeng left the stage, walked off the stage, looked around, and gradually saw

some vague dark shadows walking around the bar.

These dark shadows are very illusory, high and low, elegant and handsome, and

they all have a glass of wine in common.

Shadowstream?

No, it is not.

Kemon called these translucent shadows an illusion.

Although it is an illusion, as the degree of spatial overlap deepens, the

image of the illusion becomes more and more real, and gradually has a sense of

flesh and blood.

The smell of blood in the air also rose to new heights, as if everyone was

immersed in a pool of blood, taking a breath of air at will, and the smell of

blood in the nose could be absorbed.

Also because of the deepening of spatial overlap, those illusory images no

longer sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, but show surprised expressions.

They were surprised that there was only one blood food in the whole

bar~www.mtlnovel.com~ no new blood food.

Is it true that today's staple food can be worth a hundred people per person?

The elegant kinsmen were surprised, but soon they noticed that there was a

huge dog beside Kemun and a non-human...female?

"Ladies and gentlemen, there seems to be something wrong tonight. Our old Jin

is gone. This young man may be from the Bureau of Investigation. Don’t

underestimate him. If you dare to come in alone, it must not be easy. Roles."

"I will call the patriarch over here."

Kemon vaguely heard some vague voices. These sounds were originally very quiet

and sometimes absent, but Kemeng was extremely spiritual, and he was standing

in the middle of the bar. It was hard not to hear them.

As the space overlap deepened, some of the blood people with scarlet eyes

grinned and made beast-like sounds.

Those voices were hungry voices, Kemeng listened to these voices, inexplicably

thinking of the idiom that sheep enter the mouth of a tiger.