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"Wow wow wow wow look who this is?"

A demon with purple skin and a bartender's clothes on the bar showed an exaggerated expression.

He looked like I saw something.

"This is really interesting. I didn’t expect that Sefonis would actually welcome a living person. It’s so damn interesting. I seem to smell the unique fragrance of you."

"It's a pity that my professional ethics prevent me from doing anything to you."

"It's just that when you, a group of humans, came to hell, didn't you think about what would happen?"

After saying that, he raised his chin slightly and used his eyes to signal the guys in front of him to look behind them. The demons had stood up from their chairs at some point, and everyone's eyes had begun to look wrong.

It was like It’s the look in the eyes of a hunter when he sees food. The relationship between demons in hell and humans is equivalent to predators and food.

In the eyes of demons, humans are food, and they are also the most sumptuous delicacies.

It is extremely difficult to go to the human world. But now, a bunch of food actually ran in front of them.

What is the difference between this and a delicious bison delivering it to the tiger's mouth29?

"I couldn't imagine what would happen."

The leader, a tall and slender figure who was obviously a woman, tilted her head and said something feminine.

The next moment, a burly figure at the edge of the crowd suddenly turned his head, and under the overflowing lights, revealed the figure under the hood. Zhang had a handsome face, masculine and resolute.

His eyes turned to blood, and a terrifying aura suddenly exploded from his body.

Boom!!!

The majestic aura swept through the entire tavern, pressing down on all the demons in the tavern like a substance. The overwhelming domineering energy on their bodies was like the sky being turned upside down, and the weaker demons fainted on the spot.

Only a few demons looked ugly and slumped down on their chairs.

Click! Click! Click!

On the ceiling The hanging chain skull chandelier seemed to be shaking constantly in the storm. The floor and walls of the tavern were cracked, and dust was sparsely sprinkled down.

"Enough, enough!!"

The bartender at the front desk of the tavern also almost knelt down under the turbulent breath. At this moment, he understood the seriousness of the matter and yelled in horror.

If he didn't stop it, I'm afraid the tavern would become a The ruins.

The leading woman raised her hand.

The man who released the terrifying aura restrained himself.

The storm that spread over the tavern finally stopped.

Bang!!

But even so, one of the chained skull chandeliers hanging on the ceiling still couldn't withstand it. It fell down due to the devastation, and fell to pieces on the ground. The green and blue flames were burning on the ground, which was quite beautiful.

However, an unlucky demon not far away was contaminated by the flames and couldn't even scream. It was burned directly to ashes.

This shows how dangerous this flame is.

But I didn't pay attention to it.

In addition to most of the demons who fainted, there were three more powerful demons who could barely support their bodies and slumped on the chair. , looking at the backs of the group of people with horror on their faces.

They couldn't believe it.

A group of human beings could actually have such a powerful power.

If you know that your own people know their own business, a tavern is considered very luxurious in hell. Except for those demons with pitifully low IQs, the weaker demons can barely survive.

It is impossible to come here to consume.

The demons who can come are either on the list of a certain big boss, or they are not strong enough. Customs, such as bounty hunters.

They can earn enough money for consumption through their own strength.

But the devil who plays the role of a bounty hunter in hell is suppressed by the aura of a human and has no desire to do anything..

Then how powerful must humans be?

This directly subverts their inherent impression of human weakness.

"Although I am surprised, it is not wise for you to cause trouble here."

Seeing the storm subside and the pressure on his body dissipate, the bartender at the front desk of the tavern looked at the group of people in front of him, and glanced at the messy tavern, his voice full of displeasure.

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Then he saw the leading woman reaching out and tapping the table gently under the horrified look of the bartender.

Then she saw a flash of azure light.

Several finely carved gold coins fell on the table. Up.

Looking at the gold coin, the bartender who originally thought that the human woman in front of him was going to kill him suddenly changed his eyes.

He immediately stretched out his hand, covered the gold coin with lightning speed, and picked it up.

His expression Also became flattering

"Aha, what does this distinguished guest need?"

There is nothing that money cannot solve. If there is, it proves that the money is not enough, but these coins in front of you are all intermediate soul coins.

In the currency system of hell, these few soul coins are enough to buy the entire tavern..

So he doesn’t care whether these people in front of him are humans or demons. Everything that has happened before is completely treated as non-existent.

Rich people have enough privileges everywhere.

Of course, under this premise, this rich guy must have enough strength to protect 953's own coins.

Although the group in front of them are human beings, they are powerful enough to obtain enough privileges.

"We need to buy some information"

"Of course, but don’t know what to call it?"

"Natasha."

The woman took off her hood, revealing a face that was absolutely beautiful in hell. The special temperament of heroism and charm intertwined, even the succubi couldn't compare to it.

Gently. With a flick of her burgundy slightly curly short hair, Natasha raised her slender eyebrows at the slightly stunned bartender.

"Ahem, it’s so intoxicatingly beautiful. Believe me, beautiful lady, you will definitely be happy in hell."

Being able to get this job in a tavern, dealing with all kinds of demons, he is naturally thick-skinned. Not only did he not hide his embarrassment, but he sincerely praised him.

Natasha just stood there and looked at him, her mood not changing at all.

The bartender didn't take it seriously. He shrugged and said,"We can buy any information you want here. If you need too much information, we also need time."

After hearing this, Natasha's mouth rose..

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