Melted City

twenty one

The Lost Valley tavern, and the main city tavern, are not much different in content. They eat, drink, and even have one more variety than the food processed in the main city. Bat *blocked keywords*.

Lianchuan took a look, probably using the processing equipment eliminated in the main city and the raw material production process independently developed by the Lost Valley Technology Department for cooperation.

In short, from the visual point of view, there is no end to it, and there is no interest in confirming the taste.

The atmosphere of the Lost Valley Tavern is much stronger than the (Qiangqiang) in the main city. The overnight pubs in District D are not as good as one-tenth of this... chaotic.

The dark red light is full of the smell of alcohol, or people standing or sitting or even lying on the ground, some are crying, some are talking non-stop, some are arguing, and more are laughing.

I don’t know what I laughed, but I laughed heartily, I couldn’t breathe, I coughed...

Lianchuan was not very comfortable with this kind of collective madness. From the door to the bar, there were a total of a dozen steps. Four or five people hugged his legs and stepped on the hands of unknown people, causing a burst of sound. The cursed shouting.

Ning Gu was quite used to it, looking away, his face full of novelty.

"Wine!" He shot to the bar.

The bar is made of metal. Although Lianchuan has not entered the Lost Valley or contacted the bats up close, he knows that this black iron wasteland is the most inexhaustible resource, and the things he makes are generally solid and rough cut. Afterwards, it maintained a rough appearance and no exclusive functions. When it was put, it was a table, and when it was lying, it was a bed.

However, this bar is not the same. Ning Gu slaps down, and the bar makes a "　" sound, the tail is still quite long, mixed in the messy human voice and the clanking of Jingle.

The hollow metal table is very advanced. The owner of this pub should be a high-level bat.

Lian Chuan was a little uneasy. He lowered his head, pulled the hat of this coat over him, and put it on. The hat was quite big and covered half of his face.

"How many glasses?" A female bat with dark red (color) metal pieces embedded in half of her body (shen) entertained on the bar counter and asked.

"A cup," Ning Gu said, "Is there a drink?"

"Yes, sweet or salty?" The waitress' eyes have been erratic, not knowing where to look.

"Sweet," Ning Gu said, "two cups, I'll try it too."

"Wait." She still flickered and turned away.

There was a chaos at the entrance of the tavern, and Lianchuan turned his face slightly, and saw a metal shelf dangling in from the door.

"Zhuangzhuang—" someone in the tavern shouted.

Everyone shouted, and the sound of the wine glass crashing into a sound, and soon the air was full of wine.

This should be one of the metal racks that I fought on the table before. Seeing this state, I won.

but……

In response to everyone's shouts, the metal rack raised his arm and shook it a few times. Before the head was fully raised, he fell to the ground with a bell.

It was not broken up on the table, but in the end cheered and died on the pub floor.