The Death Knell

The Forgotten Bar at this time is still lively, and today is another day of normal business. Many sorcerers come and go, making Popo very busy.

To be honest, he somewhat missed the help of the three female gorilla waiters. Of course, he missed their labor, not their sturdy bodies.

"Tracy! Go to the basement and move beer kegs!"

The orangutan rolled his sleeves desperately to collect money, and opened his mouth to ask the little bartender to do physical work. His posterior molars were exposed to the air, revealing the ugly face of a capitalist.

The girl dressed like a bad girl threw the rag on her shoulder on the bar, glared at her boss, and walked towards the basement with her mouth whispered:

"God, please tell me what is the normal lifespan of an orangutan? Or what is the probability that a wild animal will have a car accident?"

Super soldiers have super hearing. Diana, who was sitting on the bar and drinking, heard it. She showed an expression that wanted to laugh, but held back.

She and Donna are both low-key. The brown hooded capes cover their beautiful figure and Amazon armor, but if people see Zatanna next to them, it is easy to guess their identities.

There is another flaw, that is, their robes can't cover their feet. Who wears Greek-style strappy sandals, serious sorcerers?

However, low-key drinking in a bar is two different things from a mission under the name of the Dark Zhenglian. Many smart sorcerers see through their identities, but just continue to drink and chat.

"Don't you want to hire too many people?"

Donna, who collapsed on the bar, was holding a big glass with golden beer dangling in it, and she asked the orangutan detective with some curiosity.

After a series of changes in the magical world, the business of Forgotten Bar has improved a lot. Some people even came here specifically to pay tribute to the blood stains left by Jim when he was killed by the Laughing Bat.

In fact, there is no blood stain. The Robin Hound ate him and licked the blood clean. When the Master of Dark Night was buried, he could only bury a set of clothes.

But this does not prevent many mages from taking this place as a ‘net celebrity check-in place’.

For these people, Bobo doesn't know what to do. People come here to spend money to pay homage to and commemorate Jim, but among so many strange sorcerers, how many are sincere?

It is estimated that there is no one per cent. People are driven by the psychology of curiosity.

But... the feeling of collecting a lot of money is still good, the tink of this cash register is really nice!

The Forgotten Bar is the legacy of the Master of Dark Night, he entrusted it to himself, so Bobo feels that running a good bar is the greatest comfort to his friends.

If the bar goes bankrupt, isn't it all for nothing?

In the past, Jim's favorite thing was to stand behind the bar and chat with the guests with a smile.

So after hearing Donna’s question, Xiaofu rolled his eyes and answered without thinking:

"If you don’t hire people, you don’t need money? The tables are often repaired, the bar is waxed, and food and drink are always restocked. How can I hire more people if I have spare money? When I die, this bar will just Inheriting to Tracy, if there are too many people, I will inevitably wonder who is the right heir. It is purely troublesome."

"You shouldn't give away the three free helpers, they are actually quite cute." Donna scratched her hair, seemingly incomprehensible: "As a result, they are now invited by Batman, and they have become your competitors." 78 Chinese website

The orangutan detective was unmoved. He took the time to collect money and pointed to his nose:

"What can the cafe and my bar compete? Besides, I still can't understand the so-called cuteness of your Amazon. It's like Diana thinks the leopard girl is so cute. Oh my God, where is that crazy tigress cute? Don't Forget it was she who killed Poseidon."

Wonder Woman shook her head slightly. She stroked her hair, lowered her head to drink, and whispered:

"Barbara is actually not a villain. She helped me integrate into the modern society. She taught me to drive, teach me to call, and teach me to use the toilet. She became crazy because she was affected by the Buster dagger. Influence, she is essentially the same as someone controlled by voodoo..."

Donna nodded suddenly and interjected: "I thought that sister you didn't want to kill her because she had pointed ears, yellow hair, and big fluffy tail."

Diana glanced at her sister silently. Is she the kind of person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong? Although those factors also account for one percent.

"But now she still has the explosive speed of the superpower level, the nails covered with tears of death, the mouth full of teeth that are sharper than the vampire, and the heart that wants to break your body into pieces." She leaned against the bar. , Zatanna, who looked at the lively scene in the bar, turned around and rolled her eyes to add these: "Seriously, Xiao Dai, you are like those weird people who like to keep strange pets now." 166

"She is my teacher and my sister. One day I will help her get rid of the curse and return her to a normal human form. No matter what you say, I have my way of doing things." Diana did not intend to listen. Zatanna's, because my best friend always makes wrong decisions.

"You people in the Justice League are all sick." Xiaozha rolled his eyes and let out a breath of alcohol.

Seeing that the two women seemed to be quarreling, Popo hurriedly clapped his hands, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, he filled the glasses for the three of them again, and changed the topic:

"Speaking of the past few days, have you heard from Constantine?"

"It doesn't matter to me where he died." Zatanna said wrongly, raising her glass to cover her face, otherwise others would see her expression.

"Still missing, no one in the magical world has heard from him." After all, Diana is the leader of the Dark Alliance. Although she doesn't like Zakang too much, after all, he is one of the strongest sorcerers on the planet. When threatening Darkside, any power is useful: "Even if he can't return, he should at least find a way to send some news back, but so far there is none."

The jazz in the bar still wafted out of the jukebox, and the water on the bar reflected the warm light. The orangutan detective sighed and raised his hand to sort out his black hair:

"Is the death knell back? If he is there, how about letting him take us to find Lucifer to find out?"

This is Bobo's method, others may not know, but Lucifer should have the ability to go beyond diversity, and he will not be killed by Constantine.

But if the death knell is not there, they can't deal with the former Satan because they can't come up with the right chips.

Diana still remembered that Su Ming once told no one to save Zak Kang, whoever died.

But now the Justice League is preparing for the ‘true Darkside’, and there is an urgent need for information about multiple sources...

Just when she hesitated, a blood-stained figure suddenly rushed in from the door and stumbled on the bar.

The person asked for help with the same voice as a seriously ill person:

"Bobo, help me, something big happened!"

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