Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 183

The guy seemed to feel that someone was looking at him, so he turned his head silently, and his demon red eyes met Anthony's ordinary eyes after the dragon blood faded.

But the next moment, these eyes became like molten gold. The red-gold pupils seemed to be filled with thunder, and the invisible pressure made people unable to stand upright.

But the guy just glanced silently, then turned his head, waiting for the boss to grind coffee for him.

Only then did Anthony realize that his reaction was a bit extreme, and he immediately let the dragon blood that had just surged retreat and turned into an ordinary guy again.

"What's wrong?" Winnie asked alertly as she saw something was wrong with Anthony's reaction.

"That guy has a very strong smell of blood on him." Anthony said softly: "When it looked at me, I felt very uneasy, as if I was being looked at by a snake."

The guy suddenly turned around and looked at the two of them again.

This time everyone in the store noticed the pair of eyes, but everyone could see a trace of displeasure in those lifeless eyes.

"It's not a polite thing to talk about others behind their backs." He said softly, took the coffee, and sat on the table next to Anthony.

When he approached, the guests next to him all stood up and changed seats, not because they were afraid of him, but because the smell of corpse stench was really disgusting, and even the aroma of coffee was covered.

Anthony glanced at him hesitantly, not knowing what he should do at this time.

The word "suspicious" was written on this guy's robe, and the aura crawling out of the pile of corpses also raised his danger level a lot.

However, the surrounding guests seemed to know this guy. They just avoided the smell, as if they didn't even see him, and continued to drink coffee in a daze.

This made it a little difficult for him. After all, he didn't do anything illegal, but his breath was a bit suspicious.

Are the undead with red eyes?

Since the elves and the undead declared war, the humans and the undead have entered into a peace treaty. It is just peace, non-aggression between the two sides, mutual cooperation, and open borders.

Thinking about it this way, meeting the undead in a place like this is not a big deal.

Anthony thought to himself, paying attention to his every move.

But he just drank coffee silently, and there was nothing noteworthy about him.

Just when he was relieved and about to turn his head, the guy actually looked over. Just at this glance, the eerie coldness made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

"Your blood is interesting." He whispered, "How about a deal?"

These words made Anthony and Winnie alert at the same time. Anthony also asked softly: "What deal?"

"Your heart." His voice was still very soft, but there was a trace of bloodthirsty ferocity.

Anthony almost thought that the guy was going to rush up, but he really seemed to just make a suggestion and then became quiet again.

But at this time, Winnie and Anthony were alert at the same time, and the invisible pressure was like a huge weight weighing on everyone's heart. The auras of the two of them carried the majesty of an angel and the cruelty of an evil spirit. No one dared to make a sound in this coffee shop that suddenly turned into a Shura field.

But the weird guy looked at him with an expectant expression, as if he was really waiting for his consent.

"Allow me to refuse." Anthony shook his head. This guy was like a madman, proposing such ridiculous things.

"Perhaps you can listen to the conditions I proposed." The guy wanted to continue struggling, but before he could finish speaking, Anthony had already finished.

"No matter what conditions you propose, I don't agree with them."

"That's a shame," he said softly, then turned away and continued drinking his coffee.

Then, as if none of this had happened, he continued to drink coffee. He didn't seem to resist the drink that was so bitter that it made people question life.

"Can you please answer a few questions for me?