Star Iron, but the amount of animation

Then, the female general Yao Qing told him the reason why she wanted to meet him.

"I recently accepted an apprentice."

She poured the tea and gently placed the porcelain cup in front of the boy.

"I rescued her from Bu Liren. She's a very good talent. And coincidentally, it seems that you had saved her life before me. Because of this, she admires you very much."

"Very good, boy or girl?"

"It's a girl. I didn't expect Bai Heng to bring you directly to Yao Qing. I think this is a good opportunity. If you have time, why not teach her?"

The female general smiled and said, "Of course, I'm just asking. If you don't want to, just reject me directly. I'm a rough man and I don't have so many twists and turns."

"Okay, that's good."

It's boring to do nothing here, it's nice to have something to do.

He asked while cracking melon seeds.

"When does it start?"

"How about after three days? You're tired from the journey, so you might as well take some rest."

“It’s really tiring.”

An Jing thought about it.

"Next week then?"

"No, I'm just expressing my feelings. We can start tomorrow. I've had a good rest."

"Okay, then tomorrow."

The female general seemed to be afraid that the young man would change his mind, so she made the final decision.

"Okay, I don't care."

An Jing reached into the plate and found that all the melon seeds had been cracked.

He was stunned for a moment, then continued.

"These melon seeds are quite delicious. I'll buy two more pounds as tuition."

"Well, okay, I won't bother you anymore. There are still a few battles that need to be planned."

She turned and left quickly and decisively. An Jing got up and went back to his room.

Hey, don't tell me.

Walking down the road, he thought.

When I counted carefully, it seemed that I had indeed saved quite a few people.

It seems I can be more bold when telling jokes about hell in the future.

I feel like I have done enough good deeds.

The boy returned to his room and had a good sleep.

That night, there were no night raids and no thieving cats. It was a peaceful night that I hadn’t experienced in a long time, and it was a night that I missed.

He also had a rare dream.

A dream...a dream that was a little difficult for him to describe for the time being.

He didn't know how it happened, but when he closed his eyes and opened them again, he found himself sitting in an old tavern.

A Hervé-style bistro with a very cheerful atmosphere.

Although he had no idea what Hervé style was.

He sat for a while, and a man who looked like a bartender came over. He wore a mask on his face, which was thick and colorful. His smile was arrogant but the strokes were restrained, waiting for every unbridled prank, with the piety certified by the Masked Fool - but it seemed to be stolen from the ship of the Mourning Actor.

"Welcome to the 'End of the World' Tavern."

He bowed slightly to the boy and said, "We only accept customers with a sense of humor here."

“What does it mean to have a sense of humor?”

An Jing asked.

"There are a million answers, dear customers. But the one I approve of the most is: being able to sit here."

"It's pretty standard. No menu?"

"Of course, dear customer."

The man smiled, produced a menu from somewhere, and slid it towards him on the table.

An Jing glanced at the wine on top.

Such strange names and materials, I have never heard of them before.

He turned over.

On the back of the menu, there is a big "Aha Selection" printed on it, with only one type of wine.

【The answer to life】

[From an overly enthusiastic Envoy of Abundance—he often helped the people of the Immortal Boat to eliminate the disasters brought by abundance, so much so that the Patrolling Star God was moved and mercilessly sent him two arrows! ]

[Oh my god, I don't know how much effort it took me to get this thing, you must try it! ]

The picture above is a glass filled with some scary white liquid that looks like déjà vu.

An Jing's expression suddenly became like that of an old man sitting on the subway and looking at his mobile phone.

"real or fake."

He looked up at the bartender and asked, "You guys really sell this?"

"Of course!"

The unspeakable expression on the boy's face became more and more serious.

"Do not sell!"

An Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

Honestly, this doesn't sound very interesting.

"It just became like this all of a sudden and no one knows why."

Judging from the bartender's expression, he probably found this quite amusing.

"Really no one knows?"

"uh-huh?"

He smiled and didn't answer, and the answer was self-evident.

"I don't drink, bring me a Coke."

An Jing waved his hand, signaling him to go away.

"Of course, of course, wait a moment."

Afterwards, the boy held his iced Coke and watched the fight in the center of the pub.

"We follow Aha's will and have some fun next. The one joining the ring now is Mr. France, with his exclusive security group." The wine waiter said, "On the other side is the strong man Avila, his mercenary group is huge and should not be underestimated!"

The fights were quite exciting, and at least the ways of death were humorous enough, so An Jing watched it with great interest.

Just another uninvited guest.

"Huh? When did a new person come to the tavern?"

The familiar girl's voice made him turn around with a blank face.

Familiar black hair with twin ponytails, familiar fox mask, familiar red clothes and a familiar pair of long and beautiful legs.

too familiar.

He even remembered how many folds of intestines there were in her body.

"What do you mean?"

He took a sip of Coke.

"Just came to say hello~"

The girl giggled and moved a chair to sit next to him.

"Your mask is really strange for a newbie."

She tilted her head. "A big whirlpool, and then a small black dot. It doesn't look like the mask of a Masked Fool at all... It feels so bitter and vengeful."

An Jing thought about it.

"That's really bitter and vengeful."

"Oh, then don't say that. I don't want to ruin my mood."

The girl's expression was covered by the mask, but the boy thought she must have pouted.

Something was not quite right.

he thinks.

But not sure.

Who can determine what a masked fool is really thinking?

Not to mention the Joyful Star God.

"Who else is coming? Who can still play the 78201st game!"

the bartender yelled again.

A gray-haired girl stood on the ring. Her weapon was quite strange: a baseball bat.

His strength was pretty good, but he won too easily, which was a bit boring.

She took her reward happily, but as she took one step forward, she suddenly turned around and looked at the boy.

The girl's expression suddenly froze, her mouth opened wide, her eyes full of disbelief. Just as she was about to say something, the door of the tavern suddenly closed, kicking her out.

"What does this mean?"

An Jing was a little confused and touched his mask.

Yes, I wear it.

"A tavern is not a place to discuss serious matters~"

The girl smiled funny.

"She seems to know me."

"Don't you seem to know me?"

The two looked at each other.

"How strange...You look as if you are looking at an old friend who is so familiar to me, but I have no memory of him at all?"

The girl covered her head, but her tone was excited.

"Are you from the future?"

"Maybe in the past."

An Jing raised his Coke cup.

He doesn't care what the truth is.

Just be happy.

"It's better than this!"

The girl spread her left hand, made a fist with her right hand, and punched it: "I'll count to three, two, one, and we'll say my name together! How about it?!"

"Yes, yes, that's a good idea indeed."

"Okay! Three! Two! One!!"

The girl stared with bated breath.

"Hanabi!" "Idiot."