Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

The memory screen continues.

It's just that at this time, Bai Shuang's shadow has completely disappeared from those memory pictures.

The memory of Bai Shuang will always stay on that day and that time.

In the winding river of time, an inconspicuous pebble lies silent under the river bed.

Only Yi Fan was left.

"I heard about Bai Shuang." Li Shutong and Yi Fan walked one behind the other on the deserted street.

Like two lonely old men.

The master and apprentice have the same experience and can empathize better.

"Thank you, teacher." Yi Fan raised his head and glanced at the old man walking in front. His temples seemed to be much grayer than before.

"Daxia is facing so many crises, and you still have to take the time to see me."

"I'm okay, the work in the Eighth War Zone will continue..."

When Li Shutong heard this, he shook his head.

"Don't lie to me. Although we live in a world full of lies, some lies are unnecessary."

"You can take a break."

"How long and how long you want to rest is up to you."

"We will always experience the pain of loss. Time will not stop for us, but we can choose whether to move on, or to stop and lick the wounds in our hearts."

"Daxia is very important. The work in the Eighth War Zone is very important. Your mood is also very important."

Listening to Li Shutong's words, Yi Fan, who was walking behind him, paused.

He looked at the person he was most familiar with and close to besides Bai Shuang, and his lips moved slightly.

"Thank you, teacher!"

"I do want to take some time off."

Starting from this conversation on this day,

He returned to his identity as an ordinary person. Like an unknown ordinary person, he stopped and lived a slow life of his own.

The commander of the Eighth War Zone, "None", is temporarily offline.

……

"Brother, you are quite handsome. What is your name?"

Bar, bar.

The woman opposite was chatting with him, and Yi Fan glanced at her lightly. Her light makeup was a bit delicate, and her lips covered with deep red lipstick were like flames, sexy and stunning.

He withdrew his gaze and continued to complete his job as a bartender.

Seeing that Yi Fan didn't speak, the woman continued to talk to herself: "My name is Hong Iris, and I work in the dance hall opposite."

She smiled and handed a small card to Yi Fan.

The card did have the words "Red Iris" written on it, as well as a voluptuous and sexy selfie, revealing a large swath of white snow.

Yi Fan glanced at it, but still didn't take it.

He pushed over a glass of water with mint leaves and ice cubes, and then said: "Sorry, if you don't order again, I may have to change my shift."

"It's really boring." Red Iris pursed her lips, her flaming sexy red lips breathtaking, "Then just give me a strong drink."

Spirits.

Yi Fan was a little surprised. As a bartender, he had seen many kinds of people. Women who liked drinking strong drinks were indeed rare.

"The stronger the better." Red Iris licked her lips and added with a chuckle.

Soon, a glass of strong wine was brewed and pushed to Red Iris.

Under Yi Fan's stunned gaze, she drank all the wine in the glass.

"It tastes good, but it's not strong enough."

"I'm in a hurry, so I'm leaving first." After speaking, Red Iris turned around, leaving a crisp back.

This woman is really unique and strange.

Yi Fan thought in his heart.

This was his first meeting with Red Iris.

The memory pictures continued to change, and in Yi Fan's memory, there began to be more pictures of red iris.

"You don't look like a bartender." Once, Red Iris was slightly drunk, looking at Yi Fan with half-squinted eyes, and said half-jokingly.

"You don't look like a dancer either." Yi Fan replied.

"Then what do I look like?" Red Iris's cheeks were a little flushed, and her still red lips were slightly open, like a sweet apple, which made people want to take a bite.

Yi Fan held back.

He not only endured the charm exuded by Red Iris, but also said shockingly: "You are like a shrew."

"Yi Fan! You are really disappointing!" Red Iris said angrily.

……

In life, in addition to an unforgettable first love, there may also be an unforgettable mature woman.

She is different from my first love, but both are destined to be deeply imprinted in my mind and unforgettable.

The relationship between Yi Fan and Hong Iris gradually increased as the number of Hong Iris' visits to the bar gradually increased, and they gradually became familiar with each other.

From strangers to friends we talk to about everything, sometimes all we need is a few more drinks.

"Why did you choose to be a bartender?" Red Iris asked Yi Fan curiously.

"The bar is a mixed place. People come to the bar when they are in a good mood, come to the bar when they are in a bad mood, and come to the bar when they are in a normal mood." Yi Fan paused and glanced at the man who was staring with his head propped up. Red Iris hugs herself and listens carefully to her words.

"Someone told me that good stories and words can comfort a person's soul. There are never too many stories in the bar."

"Moreover, I am a person who cannot lie. I need to contact more people and get inspiration for lying from the stories of conversations with them."

Hearing this, Red Iris chuckled.

Her smile is beautiful, matching her sexy red lips, like a blooming red iris.

"I also have a story. Do you have any wine?" she asked slightly narrowly.

As soon as she finished speaking, a glass of bright red wine was pushed in front of her.

There was some surprise in Red Iris's eyes, as well as some surprise and expectation.

"Give it a try."

"The latest product I researched is the strongest wine in the entire bar. Its name is, Flaming Red Lips."

"I'll get off work first, see you tomorrow." Yi Fan said to Red Iris.

"So early today?" Red Iris asked in surprise.

"Well, there are some urgent matters at home that need to be dealt with."

Yi Fan nodded calmly.

"You are lying to me, Yi Fan. Your lies have no effect on me. You can never lie to me at any time!" Red Iris stubbornly grabbed Yi Fan, and her words stunned Yi Fan.

At this moment, it feels like time and space are overlapping.

"You're leaving, leaving here, right?" Red Iris grasped Yi Fan's arm with a little force. "Take me with you, okay?"

"You like me too, right?"

"Sorry." Yi Fan gently let go of Red Iris' hand on his arm and walked into the darkness without looking back.

From the beginning of this day, bartender Yi Fan went offline, and "Wu", the commander of the eighth theater, officially returned.

……

"Commander, we have already investigated. It was a fire caused by careless use of fire. The fire was quickly controlled, and only one dancer was burned to death."

"What's the name of that dance hall?"

"It seems to be called... Breeze Dance Hall?"

"Commander, why don't you speak? Commander?"

"I see."

The scene stopped abruptly again.

This memory, its name is "Beauty".