109, a sad banquet

Marde's city owner is a good man who is not very talented, but he is kind and kind. This characteristic is fully reflected in the fact that he can't catch a vampire, but he must reward the person he can catch.

Of course, the starting point is good, but it is difficult to really implement...

First of all, the dance partner brought by Miss Yin is too rude. As long as they dance on the dance floor, it is like a full-powered whirlwind wheel, which can knock people within five meters in diameter. Forget it, he stepped on a big hole on the five-cm-thick crystal stage! Is this a grudge against the stage? Otherwise, how can you do such an exaggerated thing?

Secondly, Mr. Blackcurrant's food intake was really unbelievable. When a man passed by the buffet table, the plate was swept away. Even a roast turkey placed in the middle of the table as an ornament was rudely eaten into a pile of bones by him. The chef couldn't wait to turn into an octopus, otherwise the output would not catch up. Sales volume.

In the end, the two people had a three-sentence, and they even staged a home run! Ping-pong smashed almost everything in the banquet hall, and even himself, as the host, was hit by a glass cover with a big bag on his forehead, which was really unprecedented bad luck.

"Come on! Come again! I will definitely beat you down this time!" Arthur poohed twice, spit in the palm of his hand and rubbed it, and then clenched his fist to prepare to meet again.

Blackcurrant scratched his arm with a disdainful face, turned his lower ankle, and his figure disappeared from the same place. The next second, he had kicked the bridge of the other party's nose.

The dining table in the buffet area was crooked, and a row of staggered heads stretched out behind them watched them nervously. From time to time, they shrank their heads to avoid stray bullets to prevent accidental injury.

In the face of the aggressive flying legs, although Arthur did not have the ability to avoid it, his defense as a mad warrior is also very considerable. His muscles and blue veins like fermented dough burst up, his arms crossed in front of his face, and abruptly took this attack that was enough to smash the bridge of his nose.

Several other people who are also the dead regiment all admired and praised with one voice: "That silent boy is so powerful that he can even draw with the boss!"

Kelly looked at them speechlessly: "Say that you are still young. So far, Arthur can still take advantage of him. That's because the man is not serious yet. If you are serious, it's not enough for him to add them all together."

"So fierce? It's a lie. At least we are also the elite of the Royal Dead Troupe. How can we add it together and beat him?" A young mad warrior couldn't help jumping out from the back of the dining table. "Let's go and practice with him. Since Captain Kelly said that our brothers are not enough together, we have to prove it. Lower your own strength!"

The Dead Troupe has always been a hot-blooded youth concentration camp. As soon as they heard this initiative, they responded one after another. They all rubbed their hands, as if they didn't feel that it was disgraceful for so many people on their side to beat each other.

As soon as Kelly was about to stop it, Alex pressed his shoulder: "Let them see what it means to be outside."

"Hmm?" As soon as Blackcurrant beat Arthur, he stopped to gasp. Suddenly, he saw four young mad warriors coming from the other side of the table. They seemed to find it interesting, and their attention was attracted.

Arthur, who had been tired of struggling to fight back, immediately gathered his strength and greeted him with a punch.

To put it bluntly, the confrontation between the two is actually a duel. Fairness is more important than winning or losing. It is quite despicable for Arthur to take advantage of people's danger to sneak attack at this time. As the saying goes, it is easy to hide from hidden arrows. No matter how big the difference in strength is, there is no way to launch a sneak attack.

If the blackcurrant is defeated in this way, there is no guarantee that he will not beat them all in the same team in anger. The gods are on, and they don't want to die! So Quincy quickly sang the barrier of the earth's defense magic thorns, and Pars threw out the law and bondage faster than him, hoping to stop a tragedy.

But even the first-order and second-stage thorn barrier, there are three spells. Before Kelly finished reading the first sentence, Blackcuron has instinctively swept his leg on the side of Arthur's head. Arthur, who was full of muscles, was swept out like a hill, fell heavily on the waxed floor and slipped far away, and then hit the wall without moving. At this time, the law had just worked on him, and Arthur, who had been kicked out of a big tooth, fell up and down by the wall and couldn't move.

The four young Berserkers stopped almost at the same moment, and then moved back back little by little.

Pars lifted the law with tears and laughter, and Arthur let out a pig-killing howl.

"...I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength." Blackcurrant apologized with a clear face, but others seemed to be saying, "You are too lame."

Arthur wiped two nosebleeds, spit out a tooth that died young, and shouted, "It turns out that you didn't compete with me seriously at all! And you guys, come here to make trouble if you have nothing to do. I was knocked out of a tooth. Do you want each of you to lose a tooth!" The four of them shook their heads together and begged for mercy, swearing to God that they would never make trouble again.

At the end of the competition, the people hiding behind the table dared to come out to breathe. Joey couldn't help saying, "Mr. Blackcurrant is much better than the head of Arthur. If he is loyal to the princess, it's really nothing better!"

"Joey, don't talk nonsense," Elena frowned, stopped the maid's unrealistic fantasy in time, and when she wanted to apologize to Yin, she found that she was too involved in watching the fight just now, and she didn't even know when Yin left. "What about Yin? When did you leave?"

Su Ti held a plate of cashew nuts cookies exchanged with tears from the black gallon's hand, and her face was full of scum. When she heard the words, she pointed to the door to the balcony and said vaguely, "Sister Yin said it was too stuffy inside. She went out to blow the wind."

Elena knew that it was not the air that was stuffy, but her mood. She only looked at the balcony at the other end of the hall with worried eyes and did not disturb her.

In fact, Yin really doesn't want anyone to disturb her. The bad mood began before going to bed the first night. By the time the two of them fought, they were on the verge of the limit. If she hadn't known that she had started a fire, it might have caused bad consequences - the collapse of the house or something, she really wanted to jump like an ordinary girl. He pointed to the black currant's nose and scolded him.

That rough Arthur is not the type she likes at all. The reason why he is to be his dance partner tonight is to put it bluntly angry. Since you don't care about me, I'm not the only pursuer. Isn't it just a party? Are you still worried that no one will go with you?

The guy who used to drag himself away because Dan came to talk to him, now he is completely indifferent to see her and other men holding hands around, but wearing the dress she bought and dancing with her sister with the dance steps she taught! What a depressing situation.

Yin, who stimulated others ineffectively and got angry, felt that the dance skirt she liked very much was not distinctive on her body. The red wine, bitter biscuits, burnt beef was not cooked, and everything was terrible.

She admitted that Elena was an attractive girl, and if she was a man, she would fall in love with her, but the more she admitted this, the worse she would be in a bad mood. It was simply hopeless.

Right below the balcony is an open-air swimming pool. Yin is lying on the balcony, seriously considering the possibility of jumping down and soaking in cold water to make you feel better.

"Ji--" The glass door behind her was pushed away, and a fan moved the skirt she dragged to the ground.

Yin said listlessly, "You go back first. I'll stay for a while."

The people behind him did not speak, only the footsteps approaching.

Yin waited quietly for a while. Before waiting for the expected hug, she smiled bitterly and deliberately asked in a indifferent tone, "Is the back of the lovelorn girl beautiful?"

"No, not at all." Blackcurrant stood behind her and took a step forward to hold her in his arms.

"So you're here to laugh at me? A silly girl who is neither beautiful nor sexy told others confidently that she would not be abandoned by her lover. As a result, she was ruthlessly defeated by the truth the next second.

Blackcurrant snorted and smiled, and his tone actually sounded very cheerful: "It's neither beautiful nor sexy. You said it yourself. It has nothing to do with me."

"It doesn't matter? Obviously, it was you last night..." Yin was about to refute with dissatisfaction. When the words came to her mouth, she suddenly shook her whole body and suddenly turned around and looked at him with wide eyes, "Do you remember?"

Blackcurrant blinked gently, smiled casually and refused to answer.

-Do you think I'm not beautiful enough, or sexy enough, fierce and violent...

- No.

The boredom that had been blocked in the chest for a day was instantly buried by the swollen joy. Yin leaned her back against the railing, her fingers trembled slightly, and asked doubtfully, "When did you think of it?"

Blackcurrant pointed to his head and habitually answered the question: "When I was at the opera house yesterday, the back of the person who escaped was very familiar."

Yin looked at him contemptuously: "Is it your old match again?"

Blackcurrant ignored her sour tone and emphasized: "I've seen it recently."

Yin was infected by his emotions and became serious. She asked seriously, "Have you seen it recently? Heimlin or Kraun?" On such occasions, it can only be the people of the Parth Army, and the members of the Parth Army she has seen so far, except for these two, are already corpses.

"No... Even Haimerin doesn't have the ability to mobilize so many assassins to dispatch at the same time," the blackcurrant lowered his head slightly. The moonlight reflected through the pool water, and the reflection in his eyes made his eyes deeper when thinking. "The priest can send up to three killers at a time to launch an attack on the scale of yesterday's scale. There is only one person."

Yin blurted out: "Master?"

Then he suddenly realized that he had taken him off the topic and said angrily, "Don't get around the key question. When did you think of it? You didn't even look at me at the dance just now. What you said last night - that's what you actually think!"