Fog Era

His smile has been specially practiced. I don't know how many beautiful women have been captured. Including some so-called professionals who specialize in custom business, they were also confused by him. In the end, they went bankrupt and thought that they had met true love and destiny.

But this smile seems to be useless in front of the girl in the red dress. The girl in the red skirt didn't even have any interest in looking at him. Each minding their own business was picking up and swinging the ball, ready to start another round, and said casually: "If you want to soak me, you have to line up first."

"It's okay to line up, no problem, I'll call the number!" The playboy came up and displayed Divine Art: "I just don't know, can I join the team?"

Bah! Minato shameless!

Shi Tiexin has already sat down aside, watching the ending of this guy with keen interest pleasure.

"The number can be called, but no one is qualified to call it. It is not impossible to jump in the line, but you may not be qualified." The beauty in red dress rubbed the top of the cue, only billiards in her eyes, no one beside her. Playboy.

"As soon as I saw you today, I felt fate with you. I have been single for a long time and I am looking for a unique one. When I meet you today, I feel that my destiny is waving to me !" Playboy’s earthy love words come with open mouth. Although men sound earthy, some women are unfathomable mystery like to listen: "Don’t be so cold, give me a chance, I really like you. "

Shi Tiexin didn't know that fate was not beckoning, but the girl in the red skirt beckoned, and the bartender immediately turned around and went back to the bar to take something.

Playboy didn’t understand, the girl in the red skirt said: "Give it a chance, you can."

As soon as playboy was about to rejoice, she saw the girl in the red skirt took it from the bartender. a knife! A butterfly knife!

Playboy was taken aback: "Do you want to..."

shua~ shua~ shua~! A piece of sharp blade light suddenly bloomed in the hands of the girl in the red dress. With a turn of her wrist, the butterfly knife suddenly came alive, spinning out a gorgeous and dangerous knife wheel at the fingertips.

whiz whiz whiz, the sound of breaking through the air is slight but strong. Bang, the knife is fixed, the girl in the red skirt holds the knife with the right hand, the handle is reversed, and the corner of her eyes is squinting at the playboy, with a strong aura.

Playboy thought that the girl in the red dress was going to stab him with a knife, and took a step back with horror on his face.

Next moment, I saw the girl in the red skirt put her left hand on the billiard table, her fingers were slightly extended, and the tip of the right hand had been very ruthless pierced.

The people watching over here screamed, and some even couldn't help getting up. But only to listen to the duo duo series of sounds, the tip of the knife fiercely pierced the chopping board in the gap between the fingers. Knife and knife fall force, fast as lightning, very ruthless knife and knife, never hesitate.

The five white and tender fingers stretched out naturally, and the white blades kept rubbing their fingers on the tabletop, making the sound of a woodpecker pecking a wood. The blade was even close to the root of the finger, almost sticking to the palm of her hand, but the girl in the red dress had a cold expression from start to finish, and her eyes didn't even look to the left hand.

So casual, so indifferent, and so confident.

Sixteen dollars in a row, pierced in the blink of an eye, his left hand was unharmed.

The audience was amazed.

The girl in the red skirt took the knife and looked towards playboy obliquely: "Don't say I never gave you a chance. Just follow it and let you call the number to line up."

"I...this..." The playboy looked at the knife in the girl's hand and swallowed dryly. How could he, a liar who specializes in deceiving women, have such courage? But he still didn't give up, adjusted his stiff face, showed a pleasing smile, and took a step forward, perverted hand begin to stir: "Good sister~~ You leave a way out-what are you doing!"

Amidst the playboy's screams, the girl in the red skirt stretched out her left hand like lightning, snapped the playboy's perverted hand firmly, and pulled her face to the chopping board for a shot. Like killing a chicken, like chopping a fish, the girl in the red skirt right-handed the butterfly knife to play a trick, then raised the knife and dropped it fiercely towards that hand.

"Ahhhh————!!!"

The violent screams pierced the roof, and the playboy howled like a chicken.

"Don't howl, I'm not dead yet."

The voice of the girl in the red dress floated into his ears, and the playboy discovered that the knife was piercing the middle finger and ring finger just now. In the seam. Almost a little bit, just a little bit.

The playboy ended in horror, and didn't dare to stay anymore, scared witless fled.

"You, you bitch, you wait and wait for me!!"

Suddenly a big foot stretched out, and the playboy tripped a dog and gnawed shit all over the floor. Like bottle gourd, gu lu rolled away.

The girl in the red dress didn't eat his suit at all, her face was plain as if nothing had happened. Those who continued to each minding their own business picked up the cue, leaned down and pulled the cue away, and the girl in the red dress just said a word.

"Weak chicken."

Slap, the ball is kicked off, it is blooming on all sides, there are balls in the bag, the level is quite high, and it is definitely not a good thing.

all around The man was silent all at once.

This beauty is really a dangerous rose, so they don’t know for a while whether they should come forward and strike up a conversation. If you have the heart to pick up girls, but have no guts, you can only figure out how to turn around and use some tricks.

The bartender returned to the bar.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a big man who was taller and stronger than himself approached.

patted trousers, Shi Tiexin sat on the chair in front of the bar. The billiards of the red skirt beauties are not far away, but Shi Tiexin does not look there, but beckons to the bartender.

"Sir, do you want a glass of wine or a cup of coffee?"

"No." Shi Tiexin's answer surprised the bartender: "Chopsticks."

Chopsticks?

The bartender is a bit confused about Shi Tiexin's way. Is it because the sugar and milk in the coffee are not uniform, so I plan to use chopsticks to stir it? But no matter what the other party wanted, the bartender still took out something: "Here."

Shi Tiexin took it, a pair of iron chopsticks. Look at the length and the weight of the pad. Well, it's just right.

So Shi Tiexin stretched out his five fingers and placed it on the bar. The right hand held the chopsticks to measure it, and then, under the sudden and funny gaze of the bartender, he pierced the chopsticks down.

Tuk.

Um...it’s kind of painful, the lower recovery point is better...

After practicing a few more times, Shi Tiexin found that this is actually quite difficult and requires precision Operate with great guts. Especially when using real knives, it is indeed very difficult to do.

So Shi Tiexin practiced more attentively.

The girl in the red skirt was practicing ball over there, Shi Tiexin was practicing chopsticks here, and she practiced for almost an hour in a blink of an eye.

One hour later, Shi Tiexin took a breath and lifted the head.

He can already do 16 consecutive strokes without getting his hands, but the speed, strength, and accuracy of the extreme close to the skin cannot be improved in a moment. Especially the demeanor of lifting the heavy as if it were light, the casualness that loves not to see, it is totally useless.

"This girl, really strong."

Shi Tiexin couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, the girl in the red skirt is indeed powerful.

"Hey." A low and charming voice came: "The big man over there."

Shi Tiexin was taken aback, then turned his head and found that the girl in the red skirt had actually accepted it. Rod, is looking at myself. Those blurred eyes were still condescending, but the magical thing was that she was not domineering, only that she was born extraordinary.

The girl in the red skirt looked at this side: "You want to soak me too?"

Shi Tiexin didn't shake his head or nodded, but asked seriously: "Can you call the number?"

"You're not bad." The girl in the red dress leaned down again, the profile curve was perfect: "Let's line up."

Slap, one shot blooms.