Chapter 723 Ch722 Green Robe Man

Chapter 723 Ch.722 The man in green robe

The cheers came from every drunken hand and beer glass.

The crowds squeezed each other and made a clearance for the center of the tavern that surrounded the wooden tables.

This is a nightly entertainment event.

A boxing match that is not so formal but absolutely exciting.

Xiandel leaned into Roland's arms and asked in a low voice, but was drowned in the cheers.

The girl frowned.

He shouted in a low voice several times.

Roland heard it.

Several people on the table also heard it.

"oh--"

The woman who was fighting with Fernandez turned her head and looked teasing: "It seems that there are things that the saint candidates can't understand - especially men, which are more difficult to understand than aliens, right?"

Xiandel laughed twice without embarrassment.

"Concentrate, Miss Crathof, focus on whatever you do--men care very much about this, which means dignity."

"What dignity?"

"How do I tell you?"

The blade raised its thin eyebrows, and the chanting sound penetrated the cheers: "...The ladies who withered to the point of being angry quietly buried their palace in the garden behind the villa, waiting for one short-lived husband to dig out, I unscrewed the lock of my polished key, and proudly held it into the villa, showing off in front of them-"

"Then."

The blade jutted forward.

"These people who are obviously happy are about to scream in horror."

Xian Deer was so tired of lust. When she understood the meaning of the blade, her rich imagination was no longer under control.

"These people are just like the Thames."

Dirty, and claim to be great.

"I think..." The blade was closer, almost allowing Roland to see the enthusiasm spreading under her ageless face: "I think we are the same, Miss Crathof."

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Xiandel to answer, she quickly shrank back like a mouse head when she saw the cat, and hit Fernandez's shoulder a few times. When the man looked over in surprise, he whispered to him. Pointing to Xiandel and Roland.

Xiandel:...

"I don't like her very much."

"Do you know, Xiandel. I knew you wouldn't like her, but I wasn't worried at all."

Fernandez said that the blade went further than he did—and then she was at least on the fifth ring.

There is nothing to do with Xiandel's fifth ring...Isn't it?

Probably?

"Do you treat me as a murderer? Roland, am I? Will I enjoy being abused by abuse and hurt those innocent people wantonly?" The gray-haired girl's eyes were lingering, and she raised her face and leaned against her chin. "in the case of…"

"Who will end my sin?"

She got closer and closer, and bit Roland's ear while she was in a precaution.

"Because that's not a sin at all, Roland, we all know," when the girl's face ripened by inferior alcohol smiled sweetly, no one could refuse any of her requests, "but we can't be in In such a happy place to talk about justice and evil… right?”

She drank the wine glass all in one go, picked up the second one, and drank it all in one go.

Three times in a row.

"We should talk about the shepherd and his whip."

Roland tilted his head and hit her gently.

He remembered what happened on the train and his fingers popped subconsciously: "I think you've eaten a little too much lately."

"Not much at all, I can even spend the rest of my life with it."

"You two have to be here..."

To some extent, Xiandel is much more "crazy" than Rose.

She should be 'greedy'.

——When this mad candidate who has never declared that he has remained holy and pure, abandoned the vanity of power and the more extravagant piety, and instead prayed to another god who is equally unholy, with a humble and crazier attitude …

I'm afraid even the saint's scabies will rot privately on his back.

"Look! Just today! I'm going to beat him out!"

On the stage given out by the drunkards, two 'boxers' have begun to roar at the crowd - these spontaneous fishermen or sailors who have participated in the competition wave their hands at the crowd, revealing the pair of blacker than the wild oysters in the mud. Teeth, sucking the smell of alcohol and shouting in the stuffy air.

Some people threw coins in the middle.

Jerez also kept shouting.

"They have to have somewhere to vent," the lion-like executive drank the wine, and the messy hair became even more sloppy. With a face that started to grow from light pink, it was like a person who finally found a similar person and wanted to celebrate the special celebration. The humanoid beast: "But there are no real bad guys."

The executives on the wooden table took out coins one after another to gather the fun that was made up by alcohol.

"It seems that people from the Big Vortex don't come here often?"

Roland asked.

Whether it is the beast teeth or the tree mother, the Great Whirlpool does not have the doctrine of "not drinking" or similar self-denial.

"That group of savages?"

Jerez sneered loudly: "They only go to the 'helmsman'!"

"I didn't expect that one day, I could hear the word "barbarian" in the executive's evaluation of other sect members."

"They are the real barbarians than us."

Jerez smashed his glass hard, and after an elbow in the field, he shouted loudly with the crowd.

But within a few seconds.

Roland noticed that his face had changed.

A table in the crowd was loosely dressed, raising a glass to him from afar.

Heres grinned, seemingly unwilling to cause trouble in front of his brothers who had come from afar. He took a sip of strong liquor and silently looked away - it was obvious that the gentlemen at the opposite table did not want to let him go easily, or rather, they had come for this.

The leading man was very tall.

The gray-white long hair was braided with calamus rhizomes. Those fibrous roots soaked in morning or night dew were stained with unwashed soil, and the slightly sloppy places stretched like wings, embedded in the gap between the left ear and the temples.

He wore a moss-colored linen robe, with bags sewn all over his body for holding herbs, a belt braided with willow branches and animal hair, and a pair of animal leather boots with a smile on his feet.

When he stood up.

The three men dressed similarly behind him also stood up.

The tavern suddenly became quiet - with them as the center of the circle, the ripples of silence seemed to be blown outward by the naughty boy, and continued until Tom's thumping wooden leg shut up.

Someone shouted in a low voice:

'Green robe man! '

The tone was unfriendly.

Obviously, compared to the tree mother who was long-winded but really helpful, these animal teeth were not very popular with these marine workers - even if each of their rituals cost a lot of money, even if the sailors or boatmen doubted whether the rituals really worked...

In any case, it was better than these 'beast teeth'.

They didn't care about anything.

Almost.

They didn't care about anything.

Unless you appeared in the natural temple of the whirlpool on a day when you didn't need to pray.

They would not let mortals pretend to claim the gifts of nature, but they were too good at describing the punishment of nature to people.

At the same time, some unforgettable past events also made these sweaty and penniless men unable to have a good impression of this color - they were too cold.

And these people who often floated on the sea often dealt with people of all colors. They were well-informed and knew how to distinguish what was truly cold...

What was cold from top to bottom.

They didn't like them.

Squid Butt never welcomes these green-robed monsters.

"You've come to the wrong place..."

Some drunks started yelling.