Listening to the Saint telling the past history of Doom Bar, Ling Yu was secretly surprised and immediately checked the memory information of Doom Bar through the Earth clone. Soon he found that the history of Doom Bar existed only lasted for a few years, and Ling Yu did not find out who the owner of this Doom Bar was, and there was no such person. This was a bit strange.

Unless this is an existence that does not remember information, combined with the mysterious phenomenon caused by Doom Bar over the years, Ling Yu vaguely feels that this Doom Bar is extraordinary.

The bar was filled with people and was very lively. As soon as the two walked into the bar, they immediately attracted the attention of the people who were drinking in the bar.

Feeling the pair of hot eyes like hungry wolf, Ling Yu smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't know what to do about this saint. He didn't even hide his breath when he was wearing such exposed clothes. When he arrived in such a place, he would still become a disaster-level existence?

On the contrary, the Saint didn't care at all. She had to come to the bar as if nothing had happened. In the waiter's blank eyes, she asked for a bottle of champagne, and then walked towards a sofa in the corner not far away. In desperation, Ling Yu had to follow behind.

"Hey, beauty, come here and have a few drinks with my brother"

Suddenly, a Russian man as strong as a polar bear stood up, spoke in a bit of English, holding a glass full of spicy white wine, blocking the Saint's way.

There were several tall and powerful men sitting with this man, all from Russia. When they saw their accomplices' actions, they all started to make fun of each other.

"Is that so? But I promised to drink with him!"

The saint said in a delicate manner, throwing a charming look at the man, which immediately made the Russian man shudder. A strong hormone rose to his head, replacing reason. He stared at Ling Yu with his copper bell-like eyes and said fiercely: "Yellow-skinned monkey, get out of here, this beauty is with us."

Other Russian men also responded and stood up.

Ling Yu smiled bitterly in his heart. This saint was really causing trouble for him. However, when he heard the Russian man calling him a yellow-skinned monkey, his face suddenly became cold. The Chinese are not at a high level in the white world and are known to be discriminated against. Ling Yu has never experienced it and has no feelings. However, when encountering this situation now, a strong anger suddenly arose.

The clay man also has a three-point temper, so what about Ling Yu?

"Hmph, take back your words and apologize to me? Otherwise, let's lie down and go out from here today."

Ling Yu spoke fluently in English, his eyes as sharp as a knife, which made the Russian man frightened.

"Haha, Peter, he made you apologize. If you were a man, just use your boastful boxing to knock him to the ground!"

A companion of the Russian man sneered.

Peter, who was already a little hesitant, was suddenly angry. A yellow-skinned monkey less than his shoulders dared to apologize. Today, he must teach him a good lesson. He immediately waved his fist as big as a bowl and smashed it hard at Ling Yu, which was quite powerful. Obviously, he had practiced boxing and was not boasting.

.Watching the sparse and ordinary fist hit, Ling Yu seemed to see a baby who had just walked, waving his fist to attack him. He immediately shook his head coldly, stretched out his two fingers, gently met him, and clamped the fist as big as a bowl.

What's strange is that the powerful fist was easily blocked under these two fingers.

Peter's face turned red, and he could not pull his fist out of the two fingers of the Oriental man, as if they were not two fingers, but a pair of iron pliers made of steel.

Seeing this strange scene in the eyes of the people around you, Peter's companion shouted: "Peter, are you still not a man? Didn't you brag about your boxing very well? Do you not only like women, but also become gentle to men?"

"Kneel down and apologize."

Ling Yu glanced at Peter coldly, his wrist trembled slightly, and Peter couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, his face full of horror.

The whole bar was in an uproar.

The saint who caused this incident wrapped her chest with her hands on her chest and looked at it with relish. When her eyes fell on Ling Yu's face, a strange light appeared.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, what magic did you use?"

Peter knelt on the ground, his body as if he was weighing a thousand pounds. He was sweating on his forehead, and he still said with a harsh mouth.

"Remember, saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing will cost you. I gave you a chance, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it."

Ling Yu looked at Peter coldly and said calmly. Then he pressed his two fingers holding Peter's fist, and suddenly a crackling sound came from Peter's knees. Peter screamed in pain. Then Ling Yu waved his hand and Peter was lifted up and thrown into the open space like a piece of rag.

"What did you do to Peter?"

Looking at Peter's miserable appearance, his Russian companions questioned him one after another, but no one dared to come. After all, Peter was the most powerful fight among them.

"I didn't do anything, just let him lie down and leave the bar."

Ling Yu threw a word lightly and walked towards the empty table

The saint followed behind with a smile and said softly: "I didn't expect you to look kind-hearted and you're still very cruel when you start to fight. However, I admire such a man the most. If you didn't have a girlfriend, it would be really good to let you be a boyfriend."

"boring."

Ling Yu muttered, ignored her, sat on the table, and turned her hand with a wine glass.

When the saint saw Ling Yu not talking, she sat aside and drank a slutty wine. After a while, she couldn't help but say, "Hey, why don't you ask me, why are you bringing you here for?"

"I don't ask, you will say it."

Ling Yu could have figured out the surname of this saint and said lightly.

"Then forget it, I won't say it!" The saint said angrily, and then continued to drink.

Ling Yu turned the wine glass, but his eyes were half closed, feeling the power of the different space through the world diaphragm.

After experiencing what happened just now, no one dared to disturb him anymore.

"Hey, do you drink alcohol?"

After nearly half an hour of silence, the saint drank all the bottle of wine, took another bottle, and after drinking a little while, he couldn't help asking.

“No drink.”

Ling Yu opened his eyes and glanced at her, and said two words from his mouth.

"Don't drink? No, you are still a man. Don't you know that drinking is the man's surname?"

The saint suddenly widened his eyes and said incredible face. It seemed that in her eyes, Ling Yu's not drinking was a huge wonder.

Ling Yu was too lazy to pay attention to her and closed his eyes again

The saint was a little uneasy, and then finished the last glass of wine in the bottle, put down the glass heavily, and said helplessly: "Forget it, you won, I will tell you the reason for bringing you here. This bar is the place where I met the sea operator. Before coming here, I checked the past history of this bar, which was very strange, so I used the ability of foreseement to calculate, what did you think I saw?"

"What?"

Ling Yu finally opened his eyes again, and his attention was attracted by the words of the Saint, but he was still so proud that he could spit out two words.

The saint rolled her eyes beautifully, stretched her neck towards Ling Yu, and said mysteriously in a low voice: "I saw a person, a very strange person."

"Oh, what weird person?"

Ling Yu couldn't help but stretched his head over and said strangely, he was very curious about the saint's premonition ability. He didn't know how powerful it could be? At least the premonition ability of the ancestor of the Tianshidao was extremely terrifying.

"Three eyes."

The saint solemnly spoke out the foreseeable existence.

Three eyes?

Ling Yu was slightly stunned. Is there such human being in this world?

The saint used to go to get the wine bottle, but it was empty. She immediately licked her lips regretfully and continued, "Have you heard of the Three-Eyed Clan?"

"I haven't heard of it." Ling Yu shook his head.

"What about the ancient superpower civilization?" the saint continued to ask.

Superpower civilization? Ling Yu fell into deep thought and nodded for a while and said, "I heard of it." The superpower civilization was learned from the mouth of the life elves, but there was only a little information. In the Muria civilization, superpower civilization belongs to legends.

"Haha, that's good. The three-eyed tribe who created the superpower civilization is the Three-eyed tribe. Legend has it that the men of the Three-eyed tribe have three eyes, and the third eye has all kinds of incredible superpowers, but the women don't."

The saint said with a chuckling.

"What do you mean is that this bar has something to do with the Three-Eyed Clan? Not to mention whether the super-powered civilization exists or not, even if it exists, it has been so many years, and even the civilization that has been experienced has reached the fifth century. Does the Three-Eyed Clan still exist?"

Ling Yu frowned slightly and immediately said suspiciously.

"Yes, the superpowered text may actually disappear, but the bloodline of the Three-Eyed Tribe may still be left behind. After all, after the superpowered civilization, several civilizations have been experienced."

The saint nodded, then looked around, and smiled and said, "This bad luck bar seems to have a bad luck name, but it can make people have the magical ability to avoid disasters. This means that there is a third eye in secret and it has been tampered with. Do you know, I checked the people who have come here to drink and found something very interesting."

Ling Yu asked curiously: "What interesting thing?"

"These people are all believers of a mysterious religion. As long as people who have been here have no exception, they must believe in this religion. Even if they are believers of other religions themselves, they will convert to this mysterious religion. Do you know the name of this mysterious religion? The Sea God Cult."

"Sea God Cult?" Ling Yu read it gently and then said, "It seems that this Sea God Cult has a lot to do with the three-eyed person you foresaw. What about the sea operator?"

"This is the point. The sea steward agreed to meet me here. I am 100% sure that this sea steward is also involved with the three-eyed person, and it may even be the same person."

The saint frowned slightly and nodded and said.

"You mean, it's very likely that this sea wielder is not a human?"

Ling Yu's heart moved, and he thought of a possible surname and said quickly.

"It is possible, but what kind of concealment should be used to create this doom bar? You should know that we, the originators, have unique abilities. My predictions, your review, what about the sea peddler? Why did he establish a sea god sect?"

The saint was so slender that her fingers grabbed the wine glass, slid gently on her beautiful cheeks, and said after a moment of contemplation.

These are all unknowns. Only by seeing the real sea steward can these mysteries be solved organically. But will the sea steward appear?

.Time passed by bit by bit, getting late, but the popularity of the bar became more and more popular. After seeing the saint, new drinkers took advantage of the drunkenness to have fun. Ling Yu broke his bones and threw them out, shocking a large number of people. Of course, there were still people who were overestimating themselves to come to find fault.

In the end, Ling Yu was annoyed and said dissatisfied with the Saint: "Can you restrain your breath? I'm so annoyed."

The saint had already drunk four bottles of wine, but was still not drunk at all. His face was so pretty that his face turned slightly red, and he looked full of infinite temptation. It was precisely because of this temptation that a large number of people who were not afraid of death came to find fault. She smiled and said in a coquettish way: "Does you just want to be the flower protector so unwilling to do it? Many people are rushing to do it, but I am not happy?"

Ling Yu was covered in black lines, so the surname Suo was about to get up and find a quieter place to let the saint attract flies by himself.

At this moment, a brown-haired boy with a single and thin figure and a white skin of about 1.65 meters walked over. He first glanced at Ling Yu, and then said to the saint in a very gentlemanly tone: "Can I sit here?"

Seeing the boy's eyes, Ling Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly. This saint is really attractive. Even an unadulterated boy came to pick up girls.

"Oh, little brother, if you want to sit, you have to go through his consent. Just now, many people wanted to sit, and they all left the bar. You have to be prepared like this."

The saint was afraid that the world would be in chaos. Looking at the boy, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes and immediately said with a smile.
To be continued...