Chapter 267 Beauty as a Magic

This beautiful woman in ancient gorgeous clothes has been sitting there quietly since she entered the pub. She has never opened her mouth except for ordering food. The atmosphere of the whole pub changed from jubilation to silence with her entry, and then became more lively and even noisy. If it were any woman, she would have been afraid to escape. Or a dusty woman who takes this as her profession can never adapt to so many men's fascinating comments and looking at themselves at the same time.

However, she was indifferent from beginning to end, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her. Such an indifferent attitude, if she were a little careful, she would have found her unusual. Because this is not a fear and timid cowardice, nor a deliberate indifference, it is nobility and disdain from the bones. But how can these ordinary warriors and mercenaries detect her real unusualness? They just think that this woman is noble and beautiful. Some timid mercenaries are still secretly itching in their hearts. The slightly bolder self-righteous thought that she should be a woman in a once glorious but now depressed big family; and only the three strong men who are now arguing dare to act immediately.

The tall mercenary may be too tall, so his movements are always a little slow. This time, although he once again took the initiative and grabbed the white and tender hand of the 'noble beauty' on the table, the scar man beside him took the lead again with the advantage of reaction speed, taking the short and strong arm. Reached in front of him. As a big brother, it is naturally impossible for the one-eyed man to sit idly by at this time, especially the beautiful woman in front of him, so he did not hesitate to reach out and grab the shoulder of the tall mercenary. Of course, it was not to fight or scratch him, just to stop his action.

At this time, the woman who had been sitting quietly as if she were stunned finally had a little reaction. She moved her eyebrows slightly, as if she were frowning, but she didn't seem to frown. In a blink of an eye, he glanced at the two rude men. If the practitioner sees her eyes at this time, he will definitely exclaim fear, because there is too much incredible energy hidden in this simple look. However, there are no practitioners here, only two reckless and stupid mercenaries, so they can't understand too much. The scar man only felt that the beauty's eyes were so sharp and sharp, like a sharp knife tip. The sharper blade he has ever seen, and it seems to be able to cut anything he wants to cut. After figuring this out, he died...

The one-eyed man gritted his teeth and reached out and grabbed it, but grabbed it, because the two people in front of him suddenly cracked, as if two pieces of cloth had been run over by a cloth cutter. Suddenly, it was broken into several sections. The incision was extremely neat, and the blood and the cut viscera suddenly scattered all over the ground, and the wine-scented pub suddenly filled it. It is full of pungent stench.

Although the dusty women in the pub are gentle under the sweaty and bloody warriors and mercenaries every day, sometimes they even advocate those violent and powerful men and like the stories of blood and fire. However, after all, they have never really seen the scene of blood spraying, especially when the two people died too suddenly and died too miserable. The first moment, they were still laughing and flirting with 'good' men, but the next moment they have turned into strips of meat. So the women screamed crazily and fled around. The strong smell of blood and the smell of viscera further stimulated their nerves of fear. Some screamed and hid in the dark corridor, and some had just been stripped off most of their clothes by the mercenaries, but they also rushed out of the door without covering their bodies...

Although most of the mercenaries and warriors pass through the dangerous northern bloody wilderness, they still rarely see such a strange and horrible scene in front of them, so some of them are scared dull, some are overwhelmed, and some are afraid to move. Only a few bold and careful mercenaries and warriors ran away with a pale face, thinking of their exaggerated and rude words just now...

The one-eyed man's right hand should have grabbed the shoulder of a tall mercenary, but before he touched it, the object he stretched out had become a piece of the ground. He is a warrior who has killed people, so he took action quickly, a little faster than his companion Scar Man. Before the tall mercenary fell to the ground, his index finger had touched the other party's clothes. It is because of this that his index finger has left an opening from the middle and extends to the first knuckle. Blood splashed out for free. However, the one-eyed did not scream with pain, and I don't know whether it was scared or stupid.

He just looked pale, trembled with sweat on his face, and kept saying, "It's too evil. I said that this woman is evil... You don't listen. If you die, you have to implicate me. This time, I blame myself, obsessed with sex, knowing that the evil door... and... still fucking..."

The one-eyed man knelt on the ground with his legs trembling and muttering. At this time, the woman in a retro aristocratic robe stood up indifferently, walked to him, raised her hand, as if she wanted to do something. I hesitated for a moment and put it down again.

She squatted slightly, looked at the one-eyed man, and said, "I want to ask you a question. If you are satisfied, you won't die."

"Oh...Okay, okay..." The one-eyed body trembled.

"I'm going to the Dark Parliament. How can I get there?" The woman asked with a blank face.

The ordinary people in this era have been at ease for too long, so most people do not know that there is a place called a dark parliament far away in the western continent, let alone that the parliament was on the eastern continent. As the lowest mercenary in society, it is naturally impossible to hear the name of the dark parliament, so he is at a loss and speechless.

When the woman saw his appearance, she shook her head with some disappointment, and then stood straight with an indifferent face. The remaining pupil of the one-eyed man suddenly dilated, because he guessed that the devilish woman stood up meant that she had lost the value of use, so what greeted him was the saddest end. He didn't want to do that. He didn't live enough, and there were many women who wanted to play and drink a lot of wine, so Although he has always been a real tough man, he can't help crying and begging for mercy: "Don't go! I really haven't heard what you said about this! Please, don't kill me. You, you can ask some more questions, and any other questions will be OK! I know this film very well! I can tell you wherever you want---!"

The one-eyed man cried crazily and eagerly for mercy, resounding in this pub full of people but unusually quiet, which seemed extremely disturbing. The woman in aristocratic clothing is a real aristocrat, so she hates this kind of begging for mercy like a child crying. So she waved her hand faintly, as if she wanted to drive away a noisy fly, and seemed to tell one eye to shut up quickly. However, when her beautiful and white palm waved her hand, she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. It happened to touch the one-eyed face, and the voice of the one-eyed man who was strong but cried like a woman and child suddenly stopped abruptly.

His head burst like a watermelon hammered by a hammer, and the white and red mixture sprayed through the wall. The whole person collapsed on the ground without humming again, completely silent.

A simple wave was like saying goodbye again, but it took away a human life again like death. Even if these warriors and mercenaries who are used to life and death in the field are completely afraid of chills. Finally, I came to my senses and remembered to run for my life. However, before they stood up, the beautiful but ghostly woman had stood at the door of the pub. Her robe is still as clean as before. Although it is retro, it is still spotless. The white palms were not stained with a trace of dirt. The hell-like scene in the house has nothing to do with her.

She frowned in disgust and seemed to hate the scene here, and then she opened the door and went out...

Seeing that the woman who looked like an angel but was actually a demon finally left, the remaining warriors and mercenaries finally put down the strings in their hearts and began to gasp. And some quick-acting people can't help thinking that in addition to the three unlucky people who want to provoke her have become rotten meat on the ground, there seem to be many people in the scene who are disrespectful, and almost everyone even regard her as a beautiful prostitute who can do their best, but why did this devil let go of other people so easily?

However, before the idea was over, the pub remembered one after another of screams and cries. The bartender, who was hiding behind the bar, stood up tremblingly and found that the most ferocious mercenary before had fallen on the chair bleeding and could not die. Other warriors and mercenaries in the tavern covered their eyes and howled in pain, and a stream of blood flowed from between their fingers. Obviously, their eyes were blind. Some people fell to the ground and rolled painfully with their wrists that suddenly lost their palms. No matter how tight they pinched, they seemed to be unable to stop the blood gushing out...

The young bartender saw the hellish scene in front of him and smelled the pungent smell of blood. Finally, he couldn't stand it. He covered his chest and began to vomit. While vomiting, he thought that those who seemed to be unlucky now were all those who had been disrespectful before. Some people looked at the woman's appearance arbitrarily; others stroked how to play with her body with their hands. These strong and open-mouthed people have all paid a painful price. There are few mercenaries present, intact.

The bartender did not know that several men who had escaped from the bar had also died on the street. He just thought angrily, who said that no one dared to make trouble in the Delsay Tavern? Known as the most regular bar, the rules at this moment have been destroyed. Why hasn't the master of maintaining order yet come? Hundreds of fierce thugs under Delsai have not been seen at this moment.

He didn't know that on the second floor of the pub, a swordsman was withdrawing his samurai sword with a sweaty face and secretly restrained the dark cyan fighting light emitted from his body...