Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

It's not that the big enemy is resurrected.

He hated the God of Poison, and naturally he didn't like his apprentice.

But he doesn't even bother to attack an ordinary human.>

His current life is leisurely at best, and extremely boring at worst.

So he found a seat and sat down, and performed a random trick to make his appearance much more ordinary. [

I ordered a few dishes and a jug of wine, and sat there to drink by myself.

In the past half an hour, Xuanyuan Luoyu ate and drank enough.

Just as she was about to go downstairs, the curtain was lifted, and another person walked in.

Tall and straight figure, cool and handsome face, black clothes and black hair, a machete like a logo...

That person was none other than the number one swordsman in the world——Yueli Kazama.

Xuanyuan Luoyu sat back down again.

Smiling and sipping the wine in his glass, he looked like he was watching a joke.

Now that his appearance has changed, Kazama Yueli will naturally not recognize him, and it is convenient for him to watch a play...

Kazama Yueli naturally also saw Meng Hongchao, and was slightly taken aback.

But he only glanced at her, which was like looking at a stranger.

There is no other expression on the face, it is very calm and natural.

He found a seat and sat down, not far from Xuanyuan Luoyu.

Meng Hongchao really drank too much. Although he barely opened his eyes, everything he saw was hazy and doubled...

She was half lying on the table, almost falling asleep——

There was another sound of footsteps at the stairway, and seven or eight people rushed in like a gust of wind.

These people looked like gangsters, and sat down at a table noisily, urging the bartender to serve the wine and food quickly.

One person turned his head and saw Meng Hongchao who was drunk in the corner.

His small eyes lit up, and he leaned over.

He patted Meng Hongchao on the shoulder: "Little girl, what's the matter? I want to have a drink here. How about chatting with my brother?" [

A typical prodigal son.

Meng Hongchao's drunken eyes were hazy, he raised his head and smiled, and said with his tongue out, "Talking about... what are you talking about?"

She looked sweet, her cheeks were bright red at the moment, and her smile immediately made that person's bones crumble.