coobybook Chapter 188 It’s really you
Chapter 188 It’s really you
"Yes, that's right, guys, it was a stormy night. I stood in the night where it seemed as if all the rain in the world was falling from the sky, holding a knife in front of the poor fox girl, facing dozens of people. Thousands of fruitful people.”
"You heard me right, that is definitely a terrifying group. They occupy the sky and the earth and are everywhere, but to me, there is nothing scary."
"Listen guys, nothing can bind a real man, except a beautiful girl. That fox girl is so beautiful, with her snow-white fluffy tail and delicate face..."
"Imagine my friends, those monsters with claws that are stronger than you and more terrifying than you are trying to steal the girl behind you, because she is prey, she is worth tens of thousands of gold, they all want to eat her, but this girl depends on She looks after you, even though she is trembling with fear, but she still stands behind you, trusting that her knight will protect her."
"This is like those rich and powerful men shouting at you with money or guns, and grabbing the girl you care about with the other hand. At this time, you choose to nod and bow and say, brothers, I have nothing to do with this matter. Let her go, little brother, I will take the first step."
"Or pick up a glass of wine or slap the other person in the face with your hand and say, fuck you! What the hell are you!"
"Although the following behavior may seem heroic and domineering, it may kill you, but if you choose to nod and bow, the girl you care about will leave you. She trusts you so much, even if She believes it even if you say 11 is equal to 3, she is your beautiful girl..."
The words of the man in front of the bar in the tavern were like the whispers of a devil. His voice was clearly low, without the passionate or impassioned tone.
But every tall and strong man in the tavern was holding the wine glass tightly, breathing heavily, blushing and thick-necked, wishing to chop off the head of the imaginary man with a knife.
The man's voice was extremely low, as if the devil in the abyss was bewitching the world, as if all the ghosts and gods were trying to eavesdrop, but he just spoke slowly, but it aroused everyone's emotions.
"That's right, friends, I said fuck you! Soon after I said that, I jumped up with my sword sideways and cut the earth with one knife. Those fertile people came up in overwhelming numbers. I stood in the violent storm holding the girl. laughing out loud..."
The red sports car braked and stopped in front of the tavern. As soon as Kafka got out of the car, he heard a sudden burst of warm applause in the tavern, accompanied by the sound of men cheering, as if Emerald-3 had entered the Universe Football Cup. Like the finals.
Emerald-3 The city is as desolate as you could imagine. Rock music posters can be seen everywhere. The walls are painted with red paint, with the word "struggle" written on them, and there are all kinds of graffiti. How novel it is. Not much worse than Punk Lorde.
Even dynamic rock music is played in every store. The jazz played on the music radio during that time is really worth recalling.
Kafka lowered his head and glanced at the red sports car. The bright red paint surface was covered with gray primer scratched by gravel. It was so densely packed that almost the entire car was dyed a mud-like brown.
She was too lazy to find a repair shop and spend time restoring the sports car to its original state. The purpose of this car was to take her through the desert filled with yellow sand.
When the journey ends, it means that the fate between them is over. You can just go back to where you came from. In other words, this car has nothing to do with her anymore.
Jiang Fan shook his head more than once and said with emotion that she is a typical bad woman who plays with people's hearts. She is the kind of rose with thorns that cannot be picked away. Anyone who picks it is asking for trouble.
But she felt that Jiang Fan, a scumbag with no bottom line, had no right to comment on her. She just looked at the problem rationally. The time it took to find a repair shop was far longer than buying a new one. Why should she waste her time on this? On the little things.
She would rather spend her time looking for the meaning of life, or looking for anything that can make her understand what fear is, even if that person is a star god, anyway, she has never repaid any star god. fear.
"So you broke out of the siege together and fled here? A planet about to be blown up by a red giant star?" The tavern gradually became silent, and someone finally couldn't help but ask loudly.
"No, I buried her under the cherry blossom tree on a planet with beautiful scenery." The man stared at the wine glass with tears in his eyes.
The tavern suddenly became quiet, and the silence was so disturbing that there was a faint sound of sobbing in the corner, and the eight-foot-tall man burst into tears.
The weather in Emerald-3 was a bit changeable. The sun was shining brightly one second, but now it was drizzling.
In the colorful rain, Kafka stood under the eaves in front of the tavern with an umbrella, and was stunned for half a second when he heard the extremely familiar voice.
She swore that she heard it correctly. Although the man's tone was sad, as if he was sobbing, but whenever she heard that voice, a mean face appeared in her mind, especially that charming smile.
But she felt it was unrealistic. The world was so big, and the probability of two people meeting again was simply a few tenths of a billion.
She didn't feel that she had that much connection with that bitch Jiang Fan. She just wanted to find a place to stay and rest during the mission so that they could meet again.
Even forty minutes ago, she personally threw the note saying goodbye in the world into the sand. Could it be that the two of them would meet again in forty minutes?
Kafka had never been a person who hesitated. She put away her umbrella and stood on the pillar in front of the door. She pressed her hand on the door and pushed lightly, and the wooden door was pushed open easily.
If it weren't for the soft creak of the wooden door of the tavern, the tavern would be as quiet as a library, or as quiet as a black hole.
Everyone in the tavern looked towards the source of the sound. Some people looked thoughtfully at the woman who walked in through the door. In the next second, their expressions suddenly became frightened and cautious. Some people had a flash of light in their eyes. Greedy, ready to act.
Some people have not yet recovered from their sadness. They just glanced at them and turned their heads away and continued to drink in small sips with red eyes.
Only the man in front of the bar slowly shook his head, holding the empty bar high, his voice low and sad: "Brothers...who has the wine if I have a story?"
"I'll give you a glass of whiskey... I'll tell you the story of how I first met her..." The man held up the empty wine glass and sighed deeply.
"Handsome man, can you tell me a story about the toothbrush falling into the toilet?" Someone spoke behind the man.
The man was stunned for a moment and turned around suddenly. Kafka, who was wearing a white shirt, was only one foot away from him. His eyes were cold and the corners of his eyes were charming. There was a playful look on his expression, and there was a vague murderous aura.
The man was so frightened that he almost fell from the bar chair to the ground, and his face instantly turned green.
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Second update, please give me power and flowers~