Rise of the Wasteland: New book “enemy of Europa”

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The enemy of Europa in the new book has been opened.

The following is the first chapter. In order to make up a thousand words, I'm sorry, everyone.

"I have a group of girlfriends.

You heard it right, a bunch!

They are either angels or devils. Each one is so beautiful, so charming, and it fits my spirit and flesh very well. I really want to keep them all around, but I can only marry one of them. "

The vague mumble reverberates in the bar. Someone is lying in front of the bar and bragging.

Before the official business hours, the bar is empty and there are few customers. The bragging young man was a little bit boring, and the wine glass dropped with a bang, and said nothing to himself.

After the bar, the black bartender was wiping the glass, glancing at the young man and adding a small half of whiskey to the other party. But the man waved his hand and shook his head: "No, no, I can't drink anymore."

The people who come to the bar are very strange. The bartender said, "Ca n’t drink anymore", but still drunk himself. Such people are often full of thoughts, looking for people to chat everywhere and say something inexplicable. Some words are completely babble, while others are unknown secrets.

As for this one ...

"Where did I just say this?" the young man asked the bartender.

"Girlfriend ..., beautiful girlfriend." The bartender replied. There were not many guests in this bar. He had time to chat with the guests and be an audience.

"Yes, my girlfriends." The young man grabbed the glass but put it down, and continued: "Some of them are gentle, some are tsundere, some are indifferent, and some are wild.

Some skin is fair, it feels like touching the fat when touching it; some are protruding forward and back, and there is endless temptation hidden in the curve; some have a good face, and they will be fascinated by her for a glance.

They are noble, they are born with the wealth and glory that no one else can get in their lifetime; or humble, they can never be willing to accept the path that fate has arranged for themselves;

More people face difficulties and experience desperation and humiliation, but they never bow their heads to admit defeat. Each of them is so different, I really do n’t know how to choose? "

The black bartender froze for a long time looking at the distress of the young man's face to pick the woman.

People who drink too much always like to brag, but it ’s really rare to see such things in front of you. The bartender replied casually: "Yeah, beautiful girls are always pleasant, and unusual experiences will make them more glorious. We also have many girls who are very exciting."

"No ...!"

It was originally a horse fart, but it was on the horse's lap.

The young man whizzed himself straight, slammed the bar, and shouted loudly: "Do n’t treat the vulgar women you have seen as goddesses.

Bitches who only tattoo, smoke, drink, and swear, can just pull a man and go to the toilet to mate. What I know is the best women, each of them with endless charm. "

The bartender froze at the brutal and direct pretense. But there is no way, he can only nodded and said: "Well, you are my customer, I do not refute."

"I know you definitely disagree with me, and even think I am exaggerating nonsense." The young man extended his finger and nodded the bartender. "But you don't understand what a real woman is at all. Your imagination. "

"There are some people in this world who are beyond your imagination." The young man drank almost, and took the money to shoot on the bar, and said: "But I also have my troubles. The wedding will be held tomorrow. By the way, there are so many girlfriends and every one is so good. Who should I choose to be the bride? "

After paying the bill, the young man slowly got up and left the bar, hitting a tall, strong white man when he went out. The white man's arms were as thick as normal people's thighs, and he weighed at least one hundred kilograms. His footsteps stumbled and his shoulders hurt.

The white strong Hanton was dissatisfied and turned his head resentfully, hey. But the young man left the bar without anyone, without any apology. The former can only sit in front of the bar, complaining indignantly: "These **** Chinese people now do not respect us at all. This is completely different from the past."

The black bartender poured a glass of wine to the white man and stared at the back of the young man. He asked: "How do you know he is Chinese? Asians look the same. Perhaps he is Japanese. Or South Korea people. "

"You are wrong. There are many Asians, but that one was definitely Chinese." The white man took a drink from his mouth and poured it into his mouth, screaming again.