Zheng Qing is not sure if the elf has become more lively.

But he felt that he should be the loneliest guest in the bar—sitting in the middle of the noisy crowd, but sitting on the edge of the crowd.

The witches in the murals on the wall are dancing frantically in red shoes, the candles hanging upside down from the ceiling dance with candlelight with musical notes, there are dark wizards trading forbidden drugs in the corner, and two tauren are hugging and crying across the table , someone pushed Majiu, the sound of crackling dominoes was mixed with the rhythmic screams of sirens, a wizard turned his head into a rabbit, and walked around the wine tables with his belly naked.

Just like the saying in the book, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, Zheng Qing only thinks they are noisy.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the purple-skinned Elder Zhang holding the blue-headed Fatty Xin and pouring out bitter water. In his other hand, he was holding a half-empty bottle of Siren Rum, attracting Dobby from behind the bar. The waiter's constant attention, lest the drunkard smash the bottle on the head of a passing guest.

"...Let some rookie hunters go to the mission of the school and the three-pronged sword!" Zhang Jixin slapped his chest loudly with his tongue out: "And let me—the most experienced and experienced hunter in the Guilty Hunting Team—return Chinese New Year at home? Is there a bigger joke than this? It can be included in the annual list of hunting team funny planning books..."

"I thought it was more like a patriarchal society turning a blind eye to the inequality between men and women." The cold voice sounded suddenly behind the three wizards, startling them.

Zheng Qing turned around quickly, just in time to see Jiang Yu's narrowed eyes.

The forgiveness hunting team did not take her on this winter mission.

It can be seen that the witch is also very unhappy.

"It's just an ordinary hunt, it's not that serious." The young public servant smiled dryly, trying to make the witch understand his painstaking efforts: "The doctor has calculated that it will be more beneficial for you to go home!"

He betrayed his teammates without hesitation.

Sitting not far away, Dr. Xiao Da, who was intoxicated by the siren singing alone, sneezed heavily. He adjusted his glasses suspiciously, looked around, wondering if someone was drawing small circles to curse him.

Jiang Yu snorted softly, turned around and walked towards her seat - there were Liu Feifei, Zhu Si, Linda and other witches over there - she just happened to pass by a few boys when she was getting drinks.

Zheng Qing looked at her back hesitantly.

Zhang Jixin's wailing sound came from his ear, slightly interrupting his hesitation.

"go home?"

The purple-faced wizard looked tangled, as if his body was covered with bugs, and wriggled on the high stool: "I want to hunt, I want to meet challenges, I want to surpass myself...not at this age where my heart can pierce the sky, Together with a group of old men whose wrinkles can kill flies, guarding the ancestral hall for 24 hours, smelling the choking fireworks and falling asleep!"

说到这里，他一把拽住郑清的领口，睁大眼睛：“你觉得我回家的意义是什么？嗯？被四个哥哥早上中午下午晚上一天四顿臭揍，美名曰爱的Upbringing, or spend the whole day sitting in the ancestral hall and counting how many holes have been bitten by ants on the pillars this year?"

The fat wizard sighed.

Zheng Qing nodded his head again and again, and wrenched his collar away from the drunk man's hand.

"So," Fatty Xin looked at Zheng Qing with emotion, and patted him on the shoulder: "Whether it's writing articles or speaking, the most important thing is to empathize and express the most sincere emotions from the bottom of your heart... Only in this way can you be strong The contagious power of... Hey, hey, why are you going? I haven't finished talking yet!"

Zhang Jixin's half-drunk and half-awake mocking voice came from behind him: "Hey, the reason why the scumbag is called the scumbag is not because he drank with the stinky old men... We sat with him and complained all night, and we couldn't resist it." Look at someone else."

If Zheng Qing heard these words, he would never admit it.

He felt that he left the bar only because his wine glass was empty and needed a refill—as for following Jiang Yu, it was definitely an accident and he just dropped by.

The bar is so big, two people are not allowed to drop by?

"Good evening, beauties!" Zheng Qing showed an exaggerated expression when he passed the wine table of the witches, trying to make his greeting sound more natural.

Big Zhusi hugged Linda Barnes, giggling with drunken eyes; Liu Feifei pursed her lips, smiled slightly, and glanced at Jiang Yu.

At an angle that Zheng Qing couldn't see, the corner of Jiang Yu's mouth hooked slightly.

"I heard from Nicholas that you are going to perform the hunting mission in two days, I wish you success!" Liu Feifei raised her wine glass at the wizard, and then seemed to find that her glass was empty: "Wow..."

"I'll help you get the wine." Jiang Yu calmly stuffed the bottle of amber light he had brought into Da Zhusi's arms, stood up happily, and walked to the bar.

"Thank you!" Liu Feifei smiled and gave Zheng Qing a cheering gesture.

"Thank...thank you!" The young public finance student raised his glass in embarrassment, UU reading www.uukanshu. com left the table in a little embarrassment, and there were undisguised laughter from several witches behind him.

Not far away, Jiang Yu slowed down and moved towards the edge of the crowd.

Zheng Qing hurried a few steps and stayed beside her.

"Your dress is beautiful today." The wizard complimented clumsily.

"You look like you just got out of bed." The witch laughed at his sloppy appearance unceremoniously.

"Everyone in the bar is very casual, ha, ha." Zheng Qing explained to himself.

The witch stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at him: "So, when you go to the prom, you are oily and well-dressed, but when you come to the bar, you are sloppy and do whatever you want? Do you think that an elegant prom is a high-altitude flower, vulgar? Is there only a toad squatting at the door of the bar?"

Zheng Qing was tongue-tied.

Killing and punishing one's heart is nothing more than the case.

After a while, he murmured, "Frog, wander around. There is a frog at the door, not a toad... A frog is not a toad... A frog is a prince, or a princess."

Pooh.

The anger on the witch's face dissipated in an instant and turned into a bright smile.

"Since when did you start to be glib?" While talking, the two had already reached the edge of the bar, and she knocked on the table: "...Two cups of hot butter beer, no sugar, thank you."

Then she turned her head to look at Zheng Qing, and complained in a low voice: "Wandering wizards don't know where to learn the evil formula, adding sugar to butter beer, it's heresy... the kind that will be burned to death in Atlas! "

When she was talking, she was very close to him, and a few mischievous strands of hair rose gently with the breeze, sweeping across the wizard's cheek, making him feel itchy.

"What's this?"

He forced himself to divert his attention, and pointed to a string of pale gold beads on the witch's wrist.