Chapter 147: Come on [Thanks to the leader of Lavender 111, additional update]
"Don't cry, Palmer, this happens, doesn't it?"
Before Borgo and Aimu arrived, Sere and Palmer drank first. Palmer looked sad and angry, while Sere continued to enlighten him.
"No, I didn't cry. It was just drinks. I just... I just didn't expect that I would be taken away by an alchemy doll."
By the end of the sentence, Palmer's voice was trembling, and his body was shaking.
Palmer can still understand that Boluogo is attracted to Aimu. After all, his partner is also a freak. He is not surprised by anything a freak does. But what he never expected was that Sere
He was actually conquered.
Looking up at the welcome banner, this was extremely humiliating for Palmer.
I had only stayed in a border sanatorium for a few days, so why did everything change as soon as I came back?
"Serei, what's wrong with you kid!"
Palmer was furious, but halfway through, he became paralyzed again. Not to mention that what he drank was all Sere's private possession. This club of the undead alone was Sere's territory.
The most important thing is that Serei is also a night clan lord after all. Who knows how strong this guy is, how can I beat him as a mere crystallizer? Even if I try my best to drink, I can't beat this immortal.
Old drunkard.
The more Palmer thought about it, the sadder he became. Then his chest twitched and he fell straight down, clutching his heart.
"Hey, hey! If you want to die, don't die here!" Sere slapped Palmer in the face, "This is the undead club, do the undead understand it?"
Palmer twitched twice, and when he heard Sere's strange cold joke, he laughed uncontrollably.
Weier looked at Palmer who was crying and laughing, "Is this guy crazy?"
"Maybe it's just because my brain is not working well." Bode commented from the side.
Before the protagonist even appeared on the stage, Palmer was already a little drunk. He wanted to return to the Bureau of Order and get drunk with Sere, but in the end he ended up like this.
Palmer felt miserable and lay down by the bar. After a while, he began to snore.
"You two really get along," Weier jumped up on the bar, her peephole wandering between Sere and Palmer, "It's been a long time since I've seen you having so much fun with someone else."
"Hmm? Don't you think this guy is interesting?"
Sere pulled out a Polaroid, put one foot on the bar, squatted down, and gave a thumbs up next to Palmer.
The shutter flashed and a photo popped up. Sere shook it hard and it looked good, so he nailed it to the wall.
"I have lived for so long, and I have never seen many guys like Palmer," Sere leaned on Palmer, "This guy lives a... quite pure life."
"purely?"
When Weier walked up to Palmer, the guy's face was wet, and he looked like he was about to drown in alcohol. He didn't look like he was pure.
"Yeah, let alone the undead, for ordinary people, what do you think can make ordinary people happy?" Sere thought for a while, "That should be a very complicated thing, but for Palmer
, drink some wine and miss a few days of work, he will be extremely happy."
"This guy's happiness is so cheap, even if it's his worries," Serei laughed non-stop when he said this, pointing to the banner above, "He actually has such worries, my God."
"It's more like being mentally retarded than being pure," Weier commented.
Cere thought of Weier's past and asked curiously, "Weier, if it were you back then, how would you seduce Palmer?"
Very few people know about Weier's past, and Sere happens to be one of them. This seductive witch plays with many men and plays with power.
"I don't seduce the mentally retarded." Weier replied unceremoniously.
"Palmer you are amazing!"
Sere patted Palmer's back vigorously, but Palmer was completely drunk and could only make bursts of hums.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Sere turned his head and shouted to Bode, "They are coming!"
Bode nodded. They have had glorious or tragic experiences, but from the day they entered the Undead Club, all this has become a thing of the past. Now they are just a group of ordinary members, drinking and having fun, waiting for the end of their fate.
s arrival.
The door opens, and when the visitor steps into the room, fireworks are fired, colorful ribbons fall down, clothes are hung, balloons are pushed away, and welcome banners are hung high.
The dome karaoke machine started to run, the mechanical arm grabbed a record, it slowly turned, and the singing started.
"The dance of September~the golden and brilliant dream~"
This is Sere's favorite song.
"Ba Li La~ Ba Li La~"
In an instant, the lights in the bar dimmed, and the colorful light balls kept spinning overhead. Accompanied by the dynamic dance music, Sere jumped out from behind the bar skillfully.
This guy looked extremely strong, but his steps were extremely brisk. He grabbed the steel pipe and swung directly into the air.
After turning around a few times gracefully, Sere skillfully took off his shirt and raised eyebrows at the visitor. Boluogo stood at the door with an expressionless face.
After spinning a few times on the steel pipe, Sere jumped into the air again, stepped on the chair, and after a few consecutive jumps, he picked up Weier.
This time Weier didn't resist, and Sere threw it to Bode like a ball. Bode raised his hand to catch Weier, and then threw it to Boluogo.
After several beautiful passes, Boluogo caught Weier steadily, and she snuggled into his arms, purring comfortably.
At this time, Serei jumped down from the bar, landed gracefully, and then made an exaggerated move. Bode also rushed over at this time, standing behind Serei, stretching out his hands and raising his hands in the air.
This was not the end yet. Sai Zong crawled quickly on the ground, a sliding shovel rushed under Sere, and then the lights came on.
Just like a group performing at a concert, Sere and the others rehearsed all morning before they became so proficient in their movements.
"welcome!"
"new friend!"
"Woof woof woof!"
Sure enough... Boluogo held his forehead, he shouldn't have any expectations for this group of people.
After the welcome performance was over, Sere pulled down the banner above and walked directly towards the woman beside Boluogo.
Sere originally thought that the so-called Amu was an iron can, but he did not expect that the other person was very similar to a human being, and even said that there was no difference.
The other party was tall and had her hair tied high. She was shocked by Sere's performance, and her eyes were a little dull. Before she could say anything, Sere put the banner on her body.
"Welcome! Welcome!" Serei's eyebrows were beaming, "You must be Aimu!"
Sere thought to himself, no wonder Bologg ignored Palmer. How can Palmer compare with such a lady?
Like Boluogo, she should have arrived here just after get off work. She had not changed her clothes and was wearing the uniform of the Bureau of Order. However, this could not hide her beauty. On the contrary, the ordinary clothes brought out her beauty. Even Se Ray had to admit, she was awesome.
Beautiful people look beautiful in whatever they wear, but no matter how well-dressed a native dog is, he is still a native dog.
"Hello... hello, I'm Aimu."
Another voice sounded, and only then did Sere realize that there was another person, but she had been hiding behind Boluogo, and it was only then that she poked her head out.
"Oh oh oh, you are Aimu."
Sere smiled and was about to hang the banner on Aimu, but as soon as he took a step forward, he suddenly realized something.
This is Aimu, so who was that just now?
Sere turned his head suddenly and saw that unlike many people who were shocked when they first arrived at the Undead Club, after a brief shock, the other party actually smiled and looked at everyone present with interest.
As the former Lord of the Night Clan and now the bartender of the Undead Club, Serei, who has lived for an unknown number of years, actually felt a stinging sensation when he was caught by this gaze.
"This is Aimu's senior sister..." Boluogo introduced, but halfway through, he was interrupted by Bailey.
Bailey stretched out her hand towards Serei, not caring about Serei's strange appearance at all, and said.
"Hello, Bailey Ietta, your position is the Minister of Sublimation Furnace Core."
The scene fell silent for a while, leaving only the singing in the dome karaoke machine.
"Ba Li La~ Ba Li La~"
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Until next month, I will try to keep updating three times a day...probably.
