Douluo's opening copy Haotian Douluo

The fog ahead seemed to reveal a strong ominous atmosphere.

"It should be right in front." Ye Buqun took Meng Yiran's hand and said to her.

Meng was still jumping up and down, looking very expectant, without the slightest fear.

This girl seems to be born with a dislike for so-called beautiful things, and only darkness can stimulate her interest and fighting spirit.

To some extent, she and Ye Buqun seem to be similar.

With a thought, Ye Buqun took out the [Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product] from the mirror space.Suddenly, the red light emitted from the petals enveloped the two of them. Under the red light, the two of them passed through the miasma calmly.

"Master, what is this? It's also an immortal grass. It looks really beautiful." Meng Yiran said as he looked at the Youxiang Qiluo immortal product.

Ye Buqun told her the name of this fairy grass and its ability to get rid of hundreds of poisons.

Ye Buqun said: "But I can't give this to you now. I think you don't know that too much is not enough, right? If you are a greedy guy and eat it and something happens, it will be too late to regret it."

Meng Yiran pouted and said, "Tch, how can I be so heartless?"

The two chatted and walked out of the miasma. There was a town in front of them.

This town is not big at all, but you can immediately feel a very strange feeling when you walk in.How to describe it?It felt like suddenly approaching night from day; from midsummer to winter; from light to darkness; from the avenue to the abyss.

Cold, dark, murderous.

These invisible things were floating in the air, but these feelings made Meng Yiran very happy.

This girl is indeed extraordinary.

It is said to be a town, but the outskirts of the town are somewhat empty, with only one tavern standing there, which is particularly conspicuous.

The man and woman both put on clown masks and walked into the tavern.

The air in the tavern was like a light white mist, which could even be described as filthy.There are some weird paintings hanging in the tavern, framed in dark frames, which look creepy.

What's even more strange is that it's clearly daytime outside, but the inside of the tavern is as dark as night. If the oil lamp hadn't been lit, it would have been hard to see.

At this time, the tavern was about half full.The area of ​​the tavern is not small, and there are not many people sitting there, but it is almost silent inside, and it is eerily quiet.

The atmosphere is a little weird.

The arrival of Ye Buqun and Meng Yiran attracted some attention. Because they were wearing masks and could not see their faces, some men looked up and down at Meng Yiran's figure.

Not long after the two of them sat down, a man wearing a gray robe and a gray-black mask floated over and asked, "What do you two need?"

Ye Buqun stretched out two fingers: "Two glasses of Bloody Mary."

There was a somewhat surprised look in the gray waiter's eyes. Although the faces of the two men could not be seen due to their masks, they could probably be judged from their figures and voices to be a man and woman around the age of 20.

Coming here to try this thing at this age is indeed a bit unexpected.

Ye Buqun glanced at the waiter. For some reason, the waiter saw a huge pressure in the young man's eyes. He did not dare to disobey, so he said "Please wait a moment" and went down.

Not long after, two cups of dark red liquid that seemed to have some precipitated impurities were brought up. The liquid exuded a strong fishy smell, stimulating people's nerves.

"What is this, Master?" Meng Yiran asked.

Ye Buqun said: "Drink it, I'll tell you."

Everything else is actually easy to say, except that the fishy smell is pungent and unpleasant.Now that the master had said this, Meng Yiran took a deep breath and held his breath, trying his best to prevent the fishy smell from entering his nose, and poured the liquid into his mouth as soon as he raised his neck.

The sour and refreshing taste is simply difficult to describe in words.

Meng Yiran: "Master, can you tell me now?"

Ye Buqun: "Well, actually this is human blood."

"Human blood?" Meng Yiran looked at him to make sure he didn't hear wrongly.

Ye Buqun emphasized again: "You heard it right, this is a cup of human blood."

"Huh?!" After saying this, Meng Yiran's pretty face suddenly turned pale, and then she leaned over and vomited.

Meng Yiran's violent reaction attracted people's attention.

"Hey! Little girl, are you okay? This is not a place for fun!"

"Little girl, you have a good figure. Why don't you follow that loser next to you and follow me, brother?"

"Little girl! Follow me, I promise you won't spit it out if you drink it again!"

There were bursts of obscene words and laughter all around. Meng Yiran wiped the residual liquid from his mouth, a look of sullenness appeared on his pretty face.

Being with these scum is even more disgusting than drinking a Bloody Mary!

Isn’t it just a Bloody Mary?Auntie, I’m not afraid!

With such a strong belief, Meng Yiran's next move did not even occur to Ye Buqun.

She took another Bloody Mary and drank it in one gulp!

Although there was a turmoil in his stomach, Meng still suppressed it all with anger and dissatisfaction!

Seeing such a scene, the teasing and cheering in the tavern suddenly stopped!

However, this state did not last long, and it became lively again.

"Hahahaha! This girl is so hot, I like it!"

"Girl, what's your name? How about we make friends?"

"Little girl, be my uncle's woman, and I guarantee that you will be able to eat and drink well every day!"

Although these rough people have changed their tone and opinions, their words still sound harsh.

Faced with these obscene words around him, Ye Buqun didn't move at all in his seat. He just looked at Meng Yiran: "Next, do you know what to do?"

"I'm going to kill them!" Meng Yiran said without waiting for the master's reminder.

Ye Buqun: "Very good, go ahead with confidence!"

Originally, Meng Yiran's temper was not that good. It could even be said that she was quite angry. Ye Buqun's words made her more determined to kill these scum.

"Hmph, you still want to kill me? Let me make you into a bloody Mary first and then sell it to a hotel!"

A middle-aged man who looked about 40 years old held a sharp long knife that pierced the air and came straight to Meng Yiran's vital parts. Meng Yiran twisted his waist and easily avoided this attack. hit.

Due to inertia, the man rushed forward with the knife, and stopped when the blade of the knife was inserted into the wall——