I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 507: Sheep enters the tiger’s mouth

The old man was dug out, but instead of digging rice balls, Shirley came to dig it herself.

After the transformation of the glutinous rice balls, the big dog's palm is too big to be suitable for the meticulous work of digging people. On the contrary, Shirley in the form of a human is very convenient.

After being dug out, the old man was patted on his head by glutinous rice balls, and he was immediately beaten up.

"You, who are you?" When the old man woke up, his first reaction was dumbfounded.

Then he saw that Kemeng was empty behind him.

"Where are those **** foods, where are they?" The old man yelled in surprise, incredible.

But soon, he realized that the man in front of him was the scariest person.

The food of the blood family is missing, it may be eaten by the man in front of him, or he may be saved, but these are not important, the important thing is that he is actually unable to resist.

He didn't know how the big dog flew over.

The power of the big dog's slap, ordinary people have long been beaten into meatloaf, he reluctantly resisted, but his powerful body has also fallen into a half-length disabled state.

Although he is not a pure kinsman, he is someone who has been taken care of by a kinsman. How could his physique be defeated by ordinary species.

At this moment, the old man knew that his life was hopeless, and could only rely on another alien space with the bar life.

That space will be the real Moonlight Tavern, where the blood races gather.

There are some powerful kinsmen who can open mountains with bare hands.

Presumably, the man in front of him couldn't help the power of the blood king.

"How many people did you harm in this bar?"

At this time, Kemon asked. The first question was like a sharp knife, breaking the other's heart.

The slightly squinted eyes hide the cold killing intent, and the invisible pressure is like a dragon on Kemeng's head, watching him silently.

The old man trembled, unable to tell what it was like, for the first time to be overwhelmed by the so-called "vigour" by humans.

The old man's lips trembled: "No, I don't remember, it seems that there are hundreds of thousands of people."

Kemeng said, his voice raised slightly.

The Dragon Slaying Knife is hidden in the storage props, and the wisp of coercion overflows through the gap to suppress the opponent.

This spiritual coercion usually does not appear on the initiative.

Usually, Kemeng has adapted to the coercion of the Dragon Slaying Sword, and through communication with the Swordsman, deliberately let the Dragon Slaying Sword constrain its coercion.

Only when intimidating the enemy, Kemeng used that momentum to overwhelm others.

I have to say that this lift is very useful, and what the old man with poor mental state said, all his brains were shaken out.

This Moonlight Bar has been open for decades. At first it was not a gathering place for the blood, but in the next few years, a part of the bar space was added, and it was later known by a **** man and controlled the hiding of the Moonlight Bar. Space, and then hide that level of space, usually he himself solicits outside, continuously pulling blood food into the bar for the blood.

Every time at midnight is when the two spaces overlap each other, but not every day, it depends on the mood of the other person.

One more point, the space journey has already taken place, and it cannot be stopped. The space here will completely overlap with the real Moonlight Bar, and the blood people will never let Kemeng, a shit-stirring stick.

Kemeng asked about the strength of the blood patriarch again, and when he heard that he opened the mountain with one hand, Kemen raised his eyebrows.

The patriarch’s palm strength is amazing, but I don’t know if it’s true.

The old man is old, he is a tool man of the blood race, and the news he inquires may not be true.

On the other hand, Kemeng also learned about the old man's life experience. It turned out that the old man had eaten some food from the blood patriarch in decades.

The old man’s body is several times stronger than that of a world-class athlete. On the surface, he is depressed. In fact, he lives and lives for two hundred years without a problem.

But with such a strong body, the glutinous rice **** were photographed into the wall. The old man was completely scared, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that the patriarch of the blood clan would solve Kemeng.

These thoughts would not have been said in the first place, but Kemeng used power to suppress others, and coupled with the violent glutinous rice **** beating people online, he had a lingering heart, so he had to shake his face and shake everything he knew.

"Are you finished?" Kemon asked.

"It's all done, no." The old man nodded fiercely. Although it didn't feel good, he still said it.

"Then you are useless now, let me go in!"

Kemon finished speaking and took out a roll of tape from the storage scarf.

With a hiss, he tore off a large roll of tape, sealed the old man's mouth tightly, tied the old man's hands and feet, and threw it into another storage item.

In addition to scarves, Kemeng's storage items are all items from the Bureau of Investigation. They can be borrowed and used at any time, and there is no need for complicated procedures to apply to higher authorities.

Without the old man, the bartender was quieter immediately.

However, the overhead lights are getting more and more red, and the surface of the stage seems to be oozing blood.

The blood that had dripped to the ground before turned into a trickle, converging into a small piece on the stage, and growing continuously.

Kemun left the stage, walked off the stage, looked around, and gradually saw some vague dark shadows walking around the bar.

These dark shadows are very illusory, high and low, elegant and handsome, and they all have a glass of wine in common.

Shadow stream?

No, it's not.

Kemun calls these translucent shadows an illusion.

Although it is an illusion, as the degree of spatial overlap deepens, the image of the illusion becomes more and more real, and gradually has a sense of flesh and blood.

The smell of blood in the air has also risen to a new level, as if everyone is immersed in a pool of blood. If you take a breath of air at will, you can breathe the smell of blood in your nose.

Because of the deepening of spatial overlap, those illusory images no longer sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, but show surprised expressions.

They were surprised that there was only one blood food in the whole bar~ IndoMTL.com~ there was no new blood food.

Is today's staple food, one person can serve a hundred people?

The elegant kinsmen were surprised, but soon they noticed that there was a huge dog beside Kemun and a non-human...female?

"Ladies and gentlemen, there seems to be something wrong tonight. Our old Jin is gone. This young man may be from the Bureau of Investigation. Don’t underestimate him, dare to come in alone. It must not be a simple character."

"I will call the patriarch over here."

Kemon vaguely heard some vague voices. These sounds were originally very quiet and sometimes absent, but Kemeng was extremely spiritual, and he was standing in the middle of the bar. It was hard not to hear them.

As the space overlap deepened, some of the blood people with scarlet eyes grinned and made a beast-like sound.

Those voices are hungry voices, Kemeng listened to these voices, inexplicably thinking of the idiom that sheep enter the tiger’s mouth.