Marvel's Ten Thousand Worlds Recycling System

An An was lying on the bed, thinking about every detail of the past few days. His mind was filled with Silver's delicate face and hot figure, and he couldn't help himself. An An didn't even realize that in order to control himself, Silver used Contains trace amounts of hallucinogens and a large amount of spiritual suggestion.

"But she's a whore."

"She must have her own difficulties. It would be great if I could persuade her."

An Xin made a mistake that many men would make, and trying to persuade Ji Ji to be a good person was a road of no return. An Xin felt that she had fallen, and was completely captured by Silver. Now An Xin's mind was filled with her shadow and her smile.

An Xin climbed out of bed. He wanted to have a drink and numb himself with alcohol.

He was bored and looking around for a good-looking bar. Finally, after a few minutes, he found the largest bar in the area, Black Friday.

"Sir, please show me your ID." An Xin was stopped at the door of the bar. In the United States, people under the age of 18 are not allowed to enter bars. The larger the city, the stricter the management.

"Okay, excuse me for disturbing you." The security guard at the bar said respectfully. After carefully checking, he handed the ID to An Xin, and at the same time secretly gestured behind his back, and An Xin got on.

When he walked into the bar, the noisy jazz music tortured An Xin's ears, making him have the urge to go out, but it soon turned into light music, and the whole bar became much quieter after An Xin entered.

"A glass of tequila, get me a slice of lemon, thank you." An Xin sat at the bar, looking at the men and women swaying on the dance floor, and suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness. This was the negative harm caused by hallucinogens, which made him The brain is in chaos.

"$100, do you need anything else, sir?" The girl delivering the wine looks like she is in her late teens. Only such a girl can arouse a man's protective desire to the greatest extent.

"No need." An Xin smiled, took out 200 US dollars from his bag, and stuffed it into the girl's chest. Seeing the US dollars tip, the girl's eyes shone.

"You really don't need other services, sir." The girl licked her lips, pretending to be mature, trying to attract An Xin's eyes.

"I'm not interested in children." An Xin touched the girl's head and sent her away. Money is really the best poison.

An Xin sprinkled some salt grains on the tiger's mouth of his right hand, pinched a piece of lemon in his left hand, licked a mouthful of salt, raised his head and drank the whole glass of wine. At the same time, he also stuffed the lemon into his mouth, and the hot wine continued to hit him. His throat was on fire.

One glass of wine made An Xin feel a little dizzy. In fact, his drinking capacity was only as high as two bottles of beer, and this glass of tequila was a high-level western wine, the wine used by cowboys to keep warm at night.

Suddenly there was a quarrel in the hall, and the noise made An Xin sober up.

"Bitch, why don't you pick up this customer? What else do you want for $5000 a night? Do you think you are gold-plated?" Silver had a palm print on her face. She had just rejected a customer. After receiving the invitation, the sub-supervisor slapped me in the face. This slap attracted everyone’s attention.

"Everyone, it's nothing. It's a private matter, a private matter. Keep drinking and get 95% off for everyone." The general manager noticed that the audience's attention was focused here. In order to calm down the matter, he shouted loudly.

"." The 95% discount quickly diverted people's attention. This kind of thing is not uncommon in bars.

"I quit. After this month, I don't want to do this anymore. I feel dirty and disgusted by the people I like. I don't want to stay in New York anymore, boss." Silver's face There were a few more lines of tears. An Anjing complained silently in his heart. What kind of mercenary should he be? Go and act in a movie. It is quick and easy to make money. An Anjing remembered a sentence: I feel pity for you, not to mention this old slave. An Anjing, this idiot, was fooled. It is also excusable.

The supervisor's hand was raised, and Silver closed her eyes subconsciously, but the hand did not fall on her face, but on her hair.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go today. I'll pay you my salary in advance. Don't do this job anymore. It's far away from New York. I've seen countless girls who come to New York to pursue their dreams, and they all go here." The road, in the end, there are no bones left, the dreams that were once were slowly worn away by alcohol and drugs, leave here while you still have a chance." The supervisor smiled and touched Silver's hair.

This is the old bustard. This is simply Jesus descending to earth. The old bustard persuades the chicken to be good. What kind of internationalist spirit is this? After this combination of punches, let alone peace of mind, no one can stand it. An Jing is enjoying it. Watching their performance while mourning three seconds of silence for their poor host was a trap carefully prepared for An An, just waiting for An An to jump in by himself.

"Have you had dinner? I'll treat you to dinner, Silver." An An passed through the crowd. Others might not be able to hear Silver's words, but An An's extraordinary hearing heard him clearly.

"An, An, why are you here?" Seeing the sudden appearance of An Xin, Silver was a little confused, and she touched the tears on her face.

"I suddenly wanted to come down for a drink, and I didn't expect to meet you. Do you want to have a supper together?" An Xin said with a smile. He was completely unprepared for Silver. If this was a gentle trap, An Xin would be willing to do it. Jumped in.

"Sir, Silver has quit his job. I can introduce you to others, from lolita to young women, from Europe to Asia, as long as you want, we have it." The supervisor blocked Silver's way without leaving a trace. In front of him, it seemed that he regarded An Xin as Silver's customer.

"Director, this is my friend." Silver's voice was like a mosquito, with a slight blush on his face.

After some explanations, and under the supervisor's somewhat thoughtful gaze, Anxin took Silver's hand and left the bar.

On the street, under the dim light, the shadows of the two people kept overlapping, and their hands kept touching each other.

"What do you want to eat? I'll take you for a supper." An Xin was actually still a little dizzy now, and the stamina of that glass of wine was a bit too strong. He vowed never to drink damn wine like tequila again.

"Let me treat you to a late-night snack. I know a store that has really good waffles, with many flavors." Silver said excitedly.

"Okay, is it far from here? I can drive there." An Xin actually didn't like waffles, but since Silver said it, An Xin didn't want to refute her suggestion.

"No, it'll be quick. We'll just walk over." Silver smiled happily after hearing that An Xin agreed with her.

Under the dim light, the shadows of the two people stretched longer and longer.