Super God Knight Evolution.

Chapter 89 New Happiness
A barbecue stall on the street in Golmud City.

An Lan sat on the same food stall chair as Virgil. The table in front of him was filled with grilled skewers and peanuts and edamame, and the ground at his feet was littered with cigarette butts.

It has been more than a week since An Lan left the Super Seminary. Riding a motorcycle westward, he is finally about to reach the uninhabited area of ​​​​Qinghai Lake.

I don’t know how many mountains I climbed and how many landscapes I admired along the way.

But An Lan's anxious mood not only did not improve, but became much worse after leaving the Super Seminary. Now An Lan was like a powder keg that could explode at any time.

An Lan, who was eating skewers, suddenly narrowed his eyes and heard "click, click" footsteps behind him, which was the sound of high heels.

Judging from the sound quality, it was a pair of high-heeled leather boots. Based on the frequency of the footsteps, the person was about 175cm tall and weighed 110kg.

The goal should be yourself.

Sure enough, the next moment a slender hand was placed on An Lan's shoulder.

A look of disgust flashed in An Lan's eyes.

Handsome men and beautiful women are both relatively scarce resources. Moreover, An Lan's appearance is on the same level as top beauties such as Tianshi Yan and Qi Lin.

In the past, when I was walking on the street, I would often be approached by scouts and touts.

When An Lan was in a good mood, he would still respond politely, but now An Lan was in a bad mood and didn't want to waste time on anyone or anything that didn't interest him.

"roll!"

An Lan cursed subconsciously, then turned and looked back.

Above the black high-heeled leather boots are slender and round legs wrapped in black stockings. Even if the overall beauty of these legs cannot be compared with Angel Yan, at least they can be comparable to Qilin's.

Continuing to move my eyes upwards, I saw a graceful figure wrapped in a black cheongsam inside a beige windbreaker.

Why does this dress look so familiar?

An Lan subconsciously looked up again, and his pupils shrank slightly after confirming the face of the person who came. The anxiety that had accumulated for more than a week was instantly calmed down a lot.

The person who came was Liang Bing.

Although he didn't know why Liang Bing was looking for him and how she found him, it didn't stop An Lan from feeling happy.

People who like to have fun often ignore danger in order to have fun. Moreover, An Lan has left some of his genes in Qiangwei and Rui Mengmeng respectively.

Even if this body is shattered to not a single atom left, it can be reborn using the genetic genes in Qiangwei and Rui Mengmeng.

Disgust, surprise, amusement, desire, in just a short moment, the emotions in An Lan's eyes changed four times.

Liang Bing saw all the changes in An Lan's eyes and was quite proud of herself. As a demon and a former angel, Liang Bing was very good at observing and stirring up other people's emotions.

You must be shocked by my beauty, the queen. Very good.

Yan, I want to make this little boy you like fall at my feet!

"Handsome guy, you look like you're not in a good mood."

Liang Bing smiled charmingly, her eyebrows were as dark as green mountains and her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and there were countless charms in her eyebrows and eyes.

Lifting the hand that was resting on An Lan's shoulder, Liang Bing gently stroked An Lan's cheek and teased, "What's the point of drinking alone?

Would you mind buying me a drink?"

An Lan was a little confused. He looked at Liang Bing, then at the peanut, edamame, lamb skewers and Pulse on the table. I thought, this isn't a bar...

An Lan was silent for a long time before he said with emotion: "I have seen many wine-ticket sellers and hostesses.

This is the first time I’ve seen alcohol sold in a place like this.”

Liang Bing was slightly startled and instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the lines Heifeng arranged for her.

Heifeng is the master of the demon army, and his expertise is in making plans and writing scripts. Although the inspiration for this action came from Liang Bing, many of the lines were designed by Heifeng.

Liang Bing connected to the communication channel on the spiritual level and asked, "Heifeng, where did you get the inspiration for the lines you designed for me?"

"From those wine-selling touts, hostesses, and women with skills."

Heifeng was afraid that Morgana didn't understand, so he explained in detail: "They are female freelance workers who use their beauty and bodies to transfer other people's money into their own wallets."

"Fuck, is this how I am in your eyes, Queen?
I will skin you alive when I get back!"

After a lot of cursing, Liang Bing swallowed her anger, smiled slightly, pulled a plastic chair and sat opposite An Lan, and said with a smile: "Sister, I will take this as your consent."

The script had been written and the stage had been set up. Liang Bing was like an old general making a cameo appearance and had no choice but to go on with the play.

An Lan sighed and said with a smile: "I have always been polite to people like wine-ticket sellers and hostesses.

I have always made a living by my face and this mouth. Spending money to buy false happiness is an insult to my face.

But today is an exception. Your beauty is enough to make me break my rules. If it were another place, I would even be willing to open a bottle of 1996 Chateau Latour for you.

Unfortunately, here, I can only open a bottle of 14-year-old Pulse for you."

Latour is one of the five famous wineries in France. The 96 Latour, like the 82 and 61 Latours, was rated as a full-score red wine.

"Sister, I'm not a wine-selling host."

Liang Bing defended herself, picked up a bottle of Pocari Sweat on the table, unscrewed the cap, took two sips, licked her lips and commented: "It tastes pretty good."

It seems that the drinks on Earth are no worse than those on Kunsa.

"Wow~"

An Lan raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively: "If you are not a wine-selling agent, are you... a skilled woman?"

"Grass!"

Liang Bing slammed the table angrily and said angrily: "Does a beautiful, fashionable and charming beauty like me have to be a skilled woman?

At best, I can only be considered a high-level female public relations officer."

After searching for a long time, Liang Bing finally found a word from the database that was more suitable for the identity.

"Is there any difference?" An Lan asked.

"The difference is huge!"

Liang Bing sneered, her expression suddenly became charming again, and she hinted: "Skilled women are very short of money, but senior female public relations are not so short of money.

If you chat with me and serve me well, I can give you money."

"That's great." An Lan nodded slightly.

"Come on, let's go." Liang Bing raised the pulse in her hand.

"An Lan."

An Lan also picked up the bottle of Pocari Sweat and clinked his glass with Liang Bing's, then tilted his head back and drank the remaining half bottle of drink in one gulp.

"Liang Bing."

Liang Bing also said her name, and imitated An Lan, raising her head and wanting to drink the bottle of Pulse in one gulp.

However, the bottle in Liang Bing's hand had just been opened and was still full. As soon as she lifted the bottle, the drink poured out from the bottle mouth and flowed onto Liang Bing's face and into her nostrils.

"Pfft...cough..."

Liang Bing was choked and her face turned red and she coughed twice. As her lips left the bottle mouth, more pulses flowed out of the bottle.

The other side drank it all in one breath, how can I, the queen, show weakness?

Liang Bing, who didn't want to lose to An Lan in momentum, could only endure the discomfort in her nasal cavity, opened her lips hard, took the entire bottle of Pulse into her mouth, and finished the drink in one breath.

An Lan glanced at Liang Bing's lips, then stared at the mouth of the Pulse bottle in his hand.

At that moment, Jack knew he had to marry Jenny.

"Gurgling..."

Ten or so seconds later, Liang Bing finally finished her Pocari Sweat. She then lowered her head, held the empty bottle upside down to control it, indicating that there was not a drop left, and then wiped the water stains on her face with the back of her hand.

"A huge amount."

An Lan gave a thumbs up in admiration from the bottom of his heart.

This is really a huge amount. Many people can finish a bottle of beer in one breath, but only a few people can finish a bottle of drink.

"Snapped!"

Liang Bing raised her chin slightly, smashed the empty bottle on the table, and looked at the table again and found that there were no extra drinks.

Then he waved his hand and said proudly: "Boss, just this drink, another box."

The owner of the barbecue stall who was taking a break in the store looked at An Lan outside the store with a confused look on his face. He really couldn't understand how this pair of handsome man and beautiful woman could make drinking Pulse sound like blowing beer.

Aren't these two people mentally retarded?

But seeing that An Lan and Liang Bing were both dressed very fashionably, and the motorcycle parked on the side of the road was not cheap, these two people should not default on their payment.

"I'm coming."

The boss spoke with a Tibetan accent and happily moved a box of Pulse to the two of them. He chatted with An Lan for a few words but did not even look at Liang Bing.

If you want to do business, you need to understand some rules.

Liang Bing leaned over, opened the drinks box, took out two bottles of drinks and pushed them in front of An Lan.

She opened another bottle of Pulse for herself, then grabbed a handful of peanuts and edamame, knocking them while saying seductively, "I can see that you are in a bad mood.

Is it because of a broken heart, or is it because I can’t find the direction in life?

I'm an experienced person, would you like to talk to me and let me give you some advice?"

For some reason, An Lan just wanted to laugh. The more he looked at Liang Bing, the more he wanted to laugh. The bad mood that had been accumulating for half a month since Tian Shi Yan left was swept away.

Liang Bing's dress, her stunning looks and figure, her charming expression that makes people intoxicated even without drinking, and her voice that is slightly provocative.

If it were in another place, it would be a lore.

In a bar full of lights, wine and women, you, who have just been heartbroken, are sitting at the bar drinking alone. At this moment, a beautiful, charming, sexy and attractive older sister comes over to you.

She asked if she could buy me a drink, and you bought her a cocktail.

Then she holds the wine glass with her slender fingers, and you can clearly see her white neck trembling when she drinks, and the wine sliding from the corners of her mouth under the colorful flash lights.

You know this night won't be lonely.

But this is a street stall, and what Liang Bing is holding in her hand is not a cocktail but a Pocari Sweat, and now peanuts and edamame.

"Whether you are heartbroken or not, what does it matter?"

An Lan peeled a piece of edamame, picked up one, stood up, and stuffed the bean into Liang Bing's mouth. His fingertips accidentally brushed across Liang Bing's lips, giving Liang Bing an electric shock-like feeling.

Then he sat back in his chair and said with a smile: "I only know that I seem to have found new joy and happiness."

(End of this chapter)