I created the Longevity Club

Seeing this, the whole person froze, and then turned around to take a closer look. The drunken man who was originally drunk was almost awakened by the shock. The strong wine he drank before has now turned into cold sweat, and he is crawling. After touching his face for a long time, I couldn't find a suitable weapon, so I simply summoned my card face. It turned out to be a rolling pin. I put the rolling pin in my hand and looked around nervously. Watch.

Under such circumstances, the supervisor felt that the room suddenly had a light, and someone opened the door and came in. The person was dressed like an ordinary attendant. He was very tall and strong, which made the fat supervisor 343 was shocked, but also gained some confidence. It seemed that the clothes were brought by one of his own or a guest, so Waiqiang Zhonggong said.

"What are you doing here? Is the kitchen a place where you can come? Which guest brought this? Why are you so unruly?"

Lu Li looked at the supervisor and paused on the rolling pin for a long time, thinking that maybe now was a good time to use those skills.

"Ask the restaurant..."

The steward was completely confused after hearing the first half of the sentence. Before he could understand the second half, he realized that he was completely out of control. After hearing what the attendant said, his whole person seemed to be controlled by someone.

What the manager wanted to do now was to slap the man on the head with the rolling pin in his hand, but he couldn't move his hand, so he took the man out directly. He tried to call someone along the way, but he couldn't. Every time I want to do something else, I just think about finding a drink.

Turning left and right all the way, even trotting, all the fat on the body was swaying, which made the manager very uncomfortable, so he led the unknown man behind him to the wine cellar and handed over the key.

The manager looked at this scene and watched helplessly as he gave the large bunch of keys to the stranger with a hint of flattery. He just wanted to scream to the sky. What the hell is adag? He wanted to roar but couldn't. Any sound.

It wasn't until the steward brought the man into the wine cellar that he gained control over his body. However, before he could even shout a few times, he saw the man pull out the iron sword at his waist and press it directly on his neck. Above, it is said to be the neck, or to be precise, it should be the fat on the neck. When I press it down, the skin and flesh are directly cut, and blood begins to ooze out. Even the light yellow tissue fluid and fat ooze out, one after another. The strings are a little bloody.

No matter how hard it was, the manager knew that those who knew the current affairs were heroes, so he swallowed his saliva.

"My hero, my hero, please spare my life, my hero."

The manager was so frightened that he didn't dare to move at all. He was afraid that his hand would tremble and he would stab him forward half an inch.

At that time, this half inch will still be fat or some kind of tissue, but it is completely impossible to say for sure.

Before coming here, the steward was a cook in the countryside and had seen other people killing pigs.

When those people killed the pig, they looked like the man in front of them. They made a sign with the knife on the pig's neck. When they saw the opportunity, they pounced and turned white. The knife went in red and the knife came out. The pig screamed twice. It was even more heartbreaking than a human being. Cracked lungs, waited until the legs stopped moving, and the blood was still gushing down. .