"Are you sure he calls himself his own Black King?"

At this time, Kusanagi Izumo, who was wiping his wine glasses in the counter, turned his head and looked at Misaki Hada who was sitting on the sofa.

Misaki Hata wrapped his hands in front of his chest, and anyone with discerning eyes could see that he was unhappy: "I could have heard this wrongly. If they hadn't been pulling me away, I would have fought with them!"

"Hiss..." Kusanagi Izumo touched his chin: "It shouldn't be true. There are seven kings in total, namely the King of Silver, the King of Gold, the King of Red, the King of Green, the King of Green, the King of Gray and the King of Colorlessness. How could a black king come in multiple places?"

As he said that, Kusanagi Izumo turned his head and asked Misaki Hachida, "Did you see his Damocles Sword?"

Upon hearing this, Misaki Hata shook his head: "This is not the case, but all the people under him are uniform in black clothes, and there is also a sign."

“What sign?”

"It seems like a big sword standing in the air." Misaki Hachida recalled: "By the way, he also said he would come to us in person."

Kusanagi Izumo thought for a moment, and then said, "Now that Zun is not here. We, Wuluo, are the weakest times. If he is really the King of Black, I hope he is not an enemy."

"What are you afraid of? Even if you are the Black King, we are not afraid. Just fight back."

Misaki Hata looks like a gangster, not afraid of trouble, even if he does it.

"I said that you are good and bad in this way, but if you change it, it's probably not you."

Kusanagi Izumo shrugged helplessly.

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"Weizhuang, I'm going to go to the bar in Vewuluo. Do you want to go together?" Yang Cong turned his head and looked at Weizhuang beside him.

"No." Wei Zhuang was very cold, but Yang Cong got used to it.

"Okay, but I have something to tell you." Yang Cong looked at Wei Zhuang: "Can you stop running so high every time? Some people below think you are going to jump off a building."

Since Yang Cong opened the martial arts hall, Weizhuang has run to the highest point of the building for nothing. This stop is only one day, and no matter what, Yang Cong said, it is useless.

Several times, people misunderstood to jump off the building, but then the police came, but Yang Cong went out to explain.

"I will pay attention." Wei Zhuang replied.

He glanced at Wei Zhuang, but he was helpless. Wei Zhuang had such a personality, so Yang Cong couldn't say much.

Then he returned to his territory.

Back to the territory, I found Ken Kaneki: "Kan Kaneki, I'm going to Bark Wulu..."

"Boss, I won't go." Ken Kaneki shook his head.

"You answered directly before I finished speaking." Yang Cong said helplessly to Yan Jinmu.

"Actually, I don't think it's okay to go or not." Ken Kaneki spread his hands and said, "Anyway, who can beat you, I have something to do, you can go alone."

"Damn, if you treat your king like this, I am your king at least." Yang Cong looked helpless: "The other allies want to follow the king tightly. One of you likes to blow the wind and the other runs out every day. Can you look a little?"

"Blame me." Ken Kaneki shrugged helplessly.

Since entering the Emperor Realm, Ken Kaneki no longer has the sadness he had before.

So he is very open-minded.

"Okay, don't go, I'll go by myself."

Yang Cong shrugged, and then took a step out of the building alone.

He didn't plan to lead people either, as he seemed more sincere.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Cong came to the bar door of Vei Wuluo.

The three big words "Berwuluo" are written on the gate of this bar.

The name of the Red King's strength also comes from the name of this bar.

Yang Cong took a step and walked into the Vewuluo bar.

"Welcome, sir, what to order."

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Cong heard a very magnetic voice.

Yang Cong turned around and walked over, came to the bar counter to sit down, and smiled slightly: "Give me a cup of your best bet."

Kusanagi Izumo, who was bartending, looked at Yang Cong and said with a smile: "Sir, don't seem to be here to drink specifically."

Upon hearing this, Yang Cong looked at Kusanagi Izumo curiously: "How can I see it?"

"Mr. I'm here for the first time to come to our bar, and I don't seem to understand very well about bartending. It's obvious that I'm here for something, I don't know if what I'm right."

Hearing Kusanagi Izumo's words, Yang Cong smiled: "It's really worthy of being the right and left hand of King Achi, it's really extraordinary."

"Misaki Hachida told me before, Mr. Compare should be the King of Black."

Kusanagi Izumo put a glass of wine with the tuning number in front of Yang Cong.

Yang Cong took a sip and tasted it: "It tastes good, but it's a pity that I don't like drinking this kind of thing very much."

"What does that sir like to drink?" Kusanagi Izumo asked.

"Tea."

"Tea?" Kusanagi Izumo smiled and said, "Sir is a Chinese. I heard that Chinese people like to drink tea. Now it seems that it is true."

"I don't know if others like to drink it, but I like it very much."

Yang Cong travels too many worlds, and tea can play a role in meditation, which is very effective for Yang Cong's mind.

It won't make Yang Cong too irritable.

"I have a good tea. I wonder if Mr. Kusanagi can give me a drink in the next face?"

Yang Cong looked at Kusanagi Izumo with interest.

"The Black King invites you, so naturally I can't help but follow." Kusanagi Izumo smiled.

Then Yang Cong took out two pairs of tea sets. Originally, there was nothing in the tea set, but Yang Cong made a slight sound, and the teacup was filled with steaming water.

But the water is clear and transparent, with nothing, just like boiled water.

Kusanagi Izumo, who was standing beside him, also looked at Yang Cong with interest.

Yang Cong then stretched out his left and right hands and pressed them on the teacup to completely cover the teacup.

By the time Yang Cong withdrew his hand again, the teacup was completely different from before.

But it's different, it's still the same, but there are two green leaves floating above the water.

The water still looks clear and transparent.

Seeing Yang Cong's ever-changing actions, but what he did in the end was so simple, Kusanagi Izumo smiled.

"Mr. Kusanagi, try it." Yang Cong pushed a cup of tea in front of Kusanagi Izumo.

If this cup of tea is in the eyes of others, it cannot be considered tea at all. If someone is here at this time, he would probably call Yang Cong a liar. It is obvious that it is just boiled water and two leaves, so how can it be considered tea?
Chapter completed!