Whether the elf has become more lively Zheng Qing is uncertain.
But he felt that he should be the loneliest guest in the entire bar - sitting in the middle of the noisy and quarrel, but sitting on the edge of the bustling.
The witch in the mural on the wall was dancing wildly in red shoes. Candles hanging upside down under the ceiling jumped out of candlelight with notes. In the corner, there were black wizards trading banned medicines. There were two taurens crying with their heads hugging and people pushed Ma Jiu. The crackling sound of dominoes mixed with the rhythmic screams of Siren. A male witch turned his head into a rabbit and walked around the table with his naked belly.
Just like the saying in the book, human joys and sorrows are not consistent, and Zheng Qing only thinks they are noisy.
When he came to his senses, he saw Elder Zhang, who was purple with his face, holding Fatty Xin with his blue head, pouring bitter water. He grabbed half a bottle of empty Siren Rum in his other hand, attracting the continuous attention of the multi-armed waiter behind the bar, for fear that the drunkard would smash the bottle on the head of a passing guest.
"... Let a few rookie hunters perform the tasks of the school and the three-fork sword!" Zhang Jixin slapped his chest with his tongue loudly: "And let me - the most experienced and experienced hunter in the guilty hunting team go home for the New Year? Is there any bigger joke than this? It can be included in the annual hunting team funny planning list..."
"I thought this was more like the patriarchal society's ignorance of male and female inequality." A cold voice suddenly rang behind the three male witches, shocking them.
Zheng Qing turned around quickly and happened to see Jiang Yu's narrowed eyes.
The Youzui Hunting Team did not take her on this winter vacation mission.
It can be seen that the witch is also very unhappy.
"It's just an ordinary hunting, not that serious." The young public student smiled dryly, trying to make the witch understand his painstaking efforts: "Doctor has calculated that you have more benefits when you go home!"
He sold off his teammates without hesitation.
Sitting not far away, Dr. Xiao, who was intoxicated by the sing of Siren, sneezed heavily. He held his glasses suspiciously, looked around, wondering if someone was drawing a small circle to curse himself.
Jiang Yu snorted lightly, turned around and walked towards her seat - there were Liu Feifei, Zhu Si, Linda and other witches over there - she happened to pass by several boys when she was picking up the drinks.
Zheng Qing hesitated and looked at her back.
Zhang Jixin's wailing voice came from his ears, slightly interrupting his hesitation.
"go home?"
The witch with purple-red face looked entangled, as if she was covered in insects, twisting around on the high stool: "I want to hunt, meet challenges, and surpass myself... instead of being at this age when my heart can break the sky, I stayed in the ancestral hall with a group of wrinkles on my face that could kill flies, and stayed in the ancestral hall for 24 hours, smelling the choking fireworks!"
Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly and broke his collar away from the drunkard's hands.
"So," Fatty Xin looked at Zheng Qing with emotion and patted his shoulder: "Whether it is writing an article or speaking, the most important thing is to empathize and express the most sincere emotions from the bottom of your heart... That way, you have a strong infectiousness... Hello, hey, what are you doing? I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Zhang Jixin's half-drunk and half-awake sneer came from behind him: "Hey, the reason why Zha Ge called Zha Ge was not caused by drinking with the stinky man... We sat with him and complained about the world for one night, and we couldn't resist the look of others."
If Zheng Qing heard these words, he would definitely refuse to admit it.
He felt that he just left the bar because the wine glass was empty and needed to refill it. As for following Jiang Yu, it was definitely an accident, just a way.
The bar is so big, isn’t it allowed two people to go along the way?
"Good evening, beauties!" Zheng Qing showed an exaggerated expression when he passed by the witches' wine table, trying to make his greetings look natural.
Da Zhu Si held Linda Barnes with her eyes drowsy and laughed at her eating; Liu Feifei pursed her lips, smiled slightly, and glanced at Jiang Yu.
At an angle that Zheng Qing couldn't see, Jiang Yu gently curled the corners of his mouth.
"I heard from Nicholas that they will go to the hunting team mission in two days, I wish you a success!" Liu Feifei raised the wine glass in her hand at the male witch, and then seemed to have just found that her wine glass was empty: "Wow..."
"I'll go and get you wine." Jiang Yu calmly stuffed a bottle of amber light he had brought into Da Zhu Si's arms, stood up happily, and walked towards the bar.
"Thank you!" Liu Feifei smiled and made a cheerful gesture to Zheng Qing.
"Thank you... Thank you!" The young public servant raised his wine glass in embarrassment and left the table in a little embarrassed manner. The unconcealed laughter from several witches came from behind.
Jiang Yu, not far away, slowed down and turned to the edge of the crowd.
Zheng Qing rushed to a few steps and was surrounded by her.
"Your skirt is very beautiful today." The witch clumsy complimented.
"You look like you've just gotten up from the bed." The witch laughed at his sloppy appearance without hesitation.
"Everyone in the bar is very casual, hahaha." Zheng Qing enlightened himself.
The witch stopped and turned to look at him: "So, when you go to the dance party, you are greasy and pink, and you are dressed beautifully. When you come to the bar, you are sloppy and do whatever you want? Do you think that the elegant dance party is the flower of the high mountain, and only a toad is squatting at the door of the vulgar bar?"
Zheng Qing was speechless.
Killing someone to kill his heart is nothing more than this.
After a while, he murmured: "Frog, there is a frog at the door, not a toad... The frog is not a toad... The frog is a prince or a princess."
Puff.
The annoyance on the witch's face dissipated in a blink of an eye and turned into a bright smile.
"When did you start to become slick?" As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the edge of the bar and she knocked on the table: "...two cups of hot butter beer, no sugar, thank you."
Then she turned to look at Zheng Qing and complained in a low voice: "The wandering wizard learned the evil recipe from somewhere. Adding sugar to butter beer is simply heresy... The kind that will be burned to death in Atlas!"
When she spoke, she was very close to him, and a few naughty hairs raised gently with the breeze, sweeping across the witch's cheeks, making him feel itchy.
"What's this?"
He forced himself to divert his attention and pointed to a string of light golden balls on the witch's wrist.