He Min and I lowered our heads and talked and drank, like an ordinary couple, but the corner of my eye kept aiming at the bar door.

After leaning a little, it looked like less than a minute. A man with a low appearance walked in. He was about 175 yuan tall, with an ordinary appearance, neither fat nor thin body. There was no murderous aura in his eyes, and there was no trace of military temperament on his body.

"It shouldn't be this person!" I judged in my heart, and just glanced at this person with a glance, then ignored him and continued to secretly glance at the bar door.

And at this moment, He Min next to me quietly lay in my ear and said, "Stop looking, the god of death has come in."

"What?" I blinked and stared at He Min and asked, "Is the God of Death coming in? Just now, only an ordinary man came in."

"It's him!" He Min nodded slightly. The voice was very small. We were very close to each other and couldn't hear clearly. It was obvious how nervous she was at this time. She was lowered by her physical condition.

I was a little confused at this time. The other party was dressed in an ordinary manner, looked ordinary, and had a medium height. However, the man just now had no murderous aura on his face, and his temperament was so bad that he was not even special. He didn't look like a person who came out of the army, and he had no trace of the army at all, especially his eyes, his eyes were a bit flickering, and he looked like a vulgar man. As the saying goes, his eyes are the window of the soul. Will a man with a vulgar eyes be a god of death? I don't believe it.

"Hey, are you right? The man's eyes just now were a bit obscene, he looked so ordinary that he had no characteristics, his temperament was not at all, and his face was not murderous. How could he be the god of death?" I asked He Min.

"What you said just proves that he is the God of Death. He used to do assassination missions abroad. The more ordinary he is, the less distinctive he has. It is the best disguise." He Min glanced at me and said.

I still frowned because I was not a person who had seen ordinary appearances but had unique skills, such as Wei Wu, who was more ordinary than the God of Death, and could not be found if thrown into the crowd. However, Wei Wu's eyes were very bright. Just take a look and you would know that this was not simple. After all, eyes are the windows of the soul. No matter how well they are hidden on the surface, their eyes will be exposed from time to time.

But the man who came in just now looked like a vulgar migrant worker or otaku. Is this a famous god of death? I believe it! I keep a skeptical attitude unless he is the kind of person who can control his mind. But once he is conquered, he will see the true Buddha. It can be seen that the great way has entered the ranks of saints with half his feet. Death is so awesome, but I don't believe it anyway.

There were many people in the bar and there were no empty seats. Death sat on the bar not far from me and He Min, as if he had ordered beer.

He Min and I pretended to be lovers, lowered our heads and whispered. While asking He Min, we occasionally swept towards the god of death from the corner of our eyes.

"Don't look at him directly with the osmanthus." He Min reminded in my ear: "Use osmanthus to observe someone, first concentrate the osmanthus a few meters away from the other party, and then pretend to scan it inadvertently. This way, if you don't believe it, you will be alert to the other party. Do you understand?"

"What can I see with just a scan?" I asked in embarrassment.

"Professionals, after a glance, the other person's voice, appearance and smile will be engraved in their brains. Otherwise, even if they use their light to scan a person like Death, they will soon be discovered by the other person. I don't want to be killed instantly with you." He Min said to me nervously.

"Oh!" I responded, not daring to scan the god of death with my light anymore, but I felt a little dissatisfied and said to myself: "Is he obviously a vulgar man, is he really a famous god of death?"

In the following period, I used the method He Min taught me to shoot the God of Death several times with his after-light light, and found that his eyes were always concentrated in one place. I looked at that place and found that Zhao Wen appeared in his sight. She was wearing a hollow white skirt, like an elf from West Lake. The men in the whole bar would involuntarily look in her direction, either peeping or looking boldly. In short, tonight, Zhao Wen was overwhelming the crowd.

About five minutes later, I found that Death threw an empty beer bottle on the bar and walked towards Zhao Wen.

"His weakness is lust?" I asked He Min.

"It can't be said that he is lustful. Ordinary girls cannot arouse his interest at all, but he really has no resistance to particularly beautiful girls." He Min said.

"How do you know so much about the God of Death?" I asked, a little curious.

"When the God of Death returned to China, he was expelled from the military. Nanyan wanted to let him join our organization, so he did a lot of research work. Unfortunately, he was finally snatched away by Zhao Sihai at a sky-high employment fee." He Min replied.

"Oh!" I responded, and a loud shouting sound came from my ears.

He heard this voice, He Min and I turned our heads and looked at each other, and found that the successful man who was talking and laughing with Zhao Wen had already stood up at this time. He scolded the god of death indignation: "Do you know who I am? Such a vague migrant worker, Ms. Zhao said clearly just now that she doesn't want to have a drink with you. Please leave now, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"You are very beautiful and qualified to have a drink with me." The god of death didn't even look at the successful man, held a glass of wine and stared at Zhao Wen.

I looked at Zhao Wen's face, Damn, this woman is so acting, because at this moment she showed a terrified and helpless expression on her face, in short, her expression was very good.

"Damn, is she stupid? "Is she a big question mark in my heart. If not, how could Zhao Sihai have planned it? If so, how could he explain his current expression?

"Get out of here, security guard, come and drive this person out." The successful man stepped forward and pushed the god of death, and shouted loudly.

I saw that the body of the god of death was still moving, but the successful man staggered backwards, unable to stop his steps. With a bang, he hit another table and fell to the ground.

The successful man sat on the ground and was confused. Not only was he confused, but I was also a little dazed. The god of death was too powerful. He didn't even move his hand. The other party pushed him and was actually bounced out.

I compared Ning Yong with the God of Death in my heart, and finally came to the conclusion that I guess Ning Yong could not beat the other party. Even if Beijing Film Academy was present in person, if it weren't for a sneak attack, I guess I could not beat the God of Death. It would be so fucking amazing.

"This man has made great progress in recent years, and he has stepped into the level of Huajin with half his foot. In the current Chinese martial arts world, almost no one is his opponent." He Min whispered in my ear.

"Huajin?" I glared at her and asked.
Chapter completed!