A huge bizarre bird of prey was suspended in the void... His gaze was staring at the world constructed by seven dice behind him - a trapped bird hunting map with his power.
Bo Fu's divine eyes passed through the barrier of the world and saw three small figures inside. The largest one was obviously a tall werewolf. "These three fools finally met again? But they were interesting. Because of my mark, those magic books were useless in front of them - they could not be released within the range of sight, and the spells released outside of sight were automatically disintegrated near them... It seems that these three guys are going to establish three families. Oh, there is also a black-skinned double sword behind the werewolf."
Seeing this, Bo Fu was quite far away from this world. What appeared in front of him was a world with an ancient and old aura: "What will this world be? Well, let's just use the appearance of a human. The last time I used the form of the Fire King Dragon, it was not too good to do it! It turns out that it is still necessary to do this kind of thing..."
This guy began to break through the outer membrane of this world. Bo Fu was very happy to find that this world could accommodate some of his demonic energy. This was a world that originally had supernatural powers. But it was obvious that Bo Fu found that the center point of the plot of this world was in the West. "The European continent! And the center point of this world was still on the island of Stuff Stick. But it looked like a modern civilization. It was not bad! This time I would use Fafnir's appearance."
A young man walked out of the alley in the streets of England and London. The man who had experienced the war in the World War II world appeared again. Favneil is now in his twenties. He now has no penny in his pocket except for a slightly old jacket and breeches on his body.
Favnier flipped his hand and a piece of gold appeared in his hand. "Gold...it's hard to take action. Especially in the real three-dimensional world today, jewelry is the same. Forget it, it's better to do it." The guy flipped his hand again, and the gold was gone, and a Ruger pistol appeared in his palm.
"Old guy, we're meeting again!" Favnier stuffed his pistol under his armpit and began to stroll through the streets of London. It's now London night, and in places like bars and nightclubs in the city, the nightlife of London citizens has just begun.
Favniel strolled leisurely on the street, watching the drunken British men and women drunk on the road. He took out the bags of several guys who were drunk on the street very easily, "It's so unlucky! I took out a few bags of cash that were more than two pounds! Most of them were coins! It's so unlucky!" Favniel threw the drunk who had just finished his bag onto the bench at the station, turned around and looked at a group of young British men and women who were walking upside down and singing unknown songs. There was a girl who was obviously drunk, and the male companion next to her was drunk himself, and she had to support the girl's body. But one of the kid's hand reached into the drunk girl's hot pants and kept touching her. Favniel could smell the stench of wine and vomit between a distance.
The big British girl had freckles, her face was red, and she was full of hair. Favnier knocked the men and women to the ground for a few punches and began to loot their wallets in an orderly manner. However, these guys were still poor, with almost no cash in their pockets except credit cards. Favnier was angry and stripped off the tops of the British women and kneaded them hard. When his claws pulled out from the crotch of a certain British girl, he said: "holy**!" Favnier's body odor and other sao smells were everywhere, "I knew! I knew! Anglo-Saxon women were scum!" He wiped his palms with the woman's clothes with a bitter taste, and then he blew into the alley next to the bar.
It was the business place of the black man. Most of the British young men who entered the bar turned around and bought some "little jingling" in his hand, and then went in to have fun. Tonight was the lucky river of the black skin young man. Before midnight, he had received thousands of pounds in his hand, and the goods on hand were almost sold. He was wondering if he wanted to go to the upper house immediately to get some goods. Tonight was also his disaster. The black guy who looked around and bodyguards almost lost the news at the same time, and the guy who sold the goods was happily lit the banknotes, and a gun barrel directly hit the back of his head.
Without more nonsense, the gun handle hit the back of his head, and the black buddy went straight to the street without saying a word... When he was awakened by a glass of cold water, he realized that his income for the whole night had been completely overwhelmed.
Favnier is now happily lit the money he got from his business. "Sure enough, he still gets money quickly! This business earned 2,000 pounds! It's so happy!" Now it's Favnier's turn to turn into a bar and start to have fun.
"Tequila! Give me nine glasses!" Favnier shouted as soon as he sat at the bar. With the cheers of the young men and women beside him, the guy killed nine glasses of tequila in one breath, and each time he knocked hard and then killed it in one sip. Then the guy grabbed the woman beside him and kissed her. Then, with the sound of "Phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo, phoo,
Favnier blew a bottle of rum, and the guy didn't use any demonic power to suppress the wine - so this guy was already a little drunk and was about to start making a fuss with the power of wine. Favnier sang untuned songs like ordinary British young men and women, and poured all kinds of wine down. By the way, under the power of wine, Favnier gladed a lot of British girls beside him, so he completely let go of his random touches - he himself looked quite good
With his mysterious handsomeness, he was naturally touched by the big British girl. But when some men were about to take the opportunity to touch them, Favnier threw them over with a few punches, arousing the loud noises and crazy movements in the bar. Half an hour later, the bar security guard took out all the pounds that had just been robbed in Favnier's pocket and threw him and several other men and women into the back alley of the bar... Fortunately, this guy took Ruger into the space in advance and did not do anything more.
In the UK, it is a common thing to be thrown out after a bar is in trouble - especially young men and women full of energy. Favnier was not angry at all when he was treated like this. Instead, he happily grabbed a girl who was thrown out together, pulled down the other person's hot pants in the back alley and started working...
"This is life!! Hahaha!" Favnier's laughter rolled in the back alley - the men and women around him were also paired up in pairs or threes under the influence of wine - some did not even distinguish whether the other party was a man or a woman...