The button fell off.

There were no buttons, so he had to hold it up like this if he wanted the curtain to not fall down again.

But if you hold it up like this, wouldn't you be able to hear other people's conversations?

The waiter cried "Wow" in his heart.

Who the hell are these people coming here!

Why do you spiritual refiners speak without sound transmission and must be heard by me, an ordinary person?

Gou Wuyue...

Gou Wuyue, isn't he the legendary Wuyue Sword Immortal?

Do you think I am deaf?

This kind of statement is similar to "Assassinating the Moonless Sword Immortal".

If you want to chat, don’t you know how to block outsiders?

Hurry!!!

A hundred thousand divine beasts were racing in his heart, and Xiao Er was about to collapse.

But he had to lower the curtain and face the two faces outside again that would kill him on the spot...

"I can't do it—"

"Woooo, boss, help..."

"come back quickly!!"

…

Mr. Sang calmly looked away from the dark shadow in the door curtain projected by the sunlight, and glanced at the slovenly man.

"You are very funny."

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Thank you."

"What kind of person is Wuyue Sword Immortal? What qualifications do I have to assassinate him?" Sang Lao picked up the wine glass.

"Yes, you are not qualified."

The sloppy man agreed: "That's why I think you are drunk."

Sang Lao's wine glass had already been brought to his lips. When he heard these words, his whole face suddenly sank.

"You look a lot like a friend of mine."

He gently put down his wine glass.

With a "boom" sound, the tabletop in the wine shop and the dust on the floor shook.

Floating.

Landed.

"call!"

An unknown wind blew up and rolled open the door curtain, revealing the waiter's tiptoes.

Immediately, the two of them saw the waiter raising his feet in panic, pressing against the hem of the door curtain as if he was stepping on a cockroach.

The air seems to be heating up.

The waiter felt hot sweat and cold sweat break out on his forehead.

He suddenly heard a "gurgling" sound.

That was the sound of "Qinglong Drink" being boiled.

"its not right!"

The waiter panicked, "I clearly put out the fire just now. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"

After wiping away the sweat, tears and snot, the waiter wanted to cover his ears, but he found that his hands were simply not enough.

"Mom, why did you give birth to two hands for me and then leave..."

“It’s totally not enough!”

He cried.

I really cried.

Silently sobbing behind the curtain.

…

"friend?"

The sloppy man glanced at the wine pot that suddenly boiled.

His eyes darkened, and the boiling water suddenly became quiet.

"Perhaps you are wrong. I am not like anyone else. I am who I am in this world."

He waved his hands and curled his palms.

The wine glass on Mr. Sang's table fell into his hands.

After doing all this, the sloppy man raised his eyes and turned his head to look at the old man opposite.

The brilliant light bursting out from his cloudy eyes was domineering.

"You're not that old, but your tone is not that young."

Mr. Sang sneered and raised his eyes as well. After looking the man up and down, his eyes fixed on the sack next to his feet.

He couldn't even see what was inside!

"I suggest you get plastic surgery and have your face changed, and also have your limbs amputated, otherwise..."

Calmly retracting his gaze, Sang Lao cast his gaze on the man's face and said jokingly: "Otherwise, with your handsome appearance, you could easily be hacked to death while walking on the road."

"Senior Youlao is worried."

The sloppy man nodded in thanks, held the wine glass and looked at it carefully, and said: "There is something I don't understand very well. Can you please give me some advice?"

Knowing that the other person is not a good person, he will not accept his words at all.

So without waiting for a reply, he continued to ask:

"Why do people sometimes choose to get drunk?"

"Obviously it's a way to numb yourself. It burns your throat and hurts your body. It's easy to have dreams after drinking it. You can't even hold a sword steady after swallowing it..."

"Does wine, this kind of thing, really exist in the world?"

"If you don't drink, pay me back." Mr. Sang knocked on the table.

"Oh, yes..."

The slovenly man seemed to have remembered something, and said suddenly: "There is another saying that drunkenness makes people cowardly!"

"Is it because of this that even the strongest men in this world need to drink a drink before hesitating whether to kill someone?"

He raised his head with a smile.

Old Sang marked the grid on the table with his hand.

A sudden shot.

With a "bang" sound, the chopstick holder on the table flew up.

"laugh."

There was no other action, just a disdainful sniff, and a chopstick suddenly flew out of the chopstick tube and shot towards the sloppy man with a whoosh.

"sharp."

The sloppy man praised him and raised an eyebrow in response.

The chopsticks that came flying suddenly exploded with infinite sword energy, reversed in the void, and reflected towards Mr. Sang.

"Garbage Sword Intent."

As soon as the Sang Lao straw hat was pressed down, the air temperature rose sharply.

The next second, the chopstick barrel, which had barely fallen back onto the table, exploded, and all the chopsticks inside flew up.

Dozens of phantoms instantly ignited white flames and shot out.

"Bang!"

The chopsticks that flew alone were unable to stop this attack. When they met in the void, they were directly poked from the center. Not even ashes were left behind, and they were burned in the void on the spot.

"Chi chi chi..."

Bloody flowers flew.

The sloppy man put down the wine glass in pain.
To be continued...