When it comes to how to judge a scumbag, it is definitely a very profound knowledge. Women with poor eyesight will never be able to learn it in their lifetime, but Imiya considers herself to be very authoritative in this aspect.

Just like Morrison, she only needs to test it a little bit, and she basically knows it in her mind.

In fact, to be honest, Imiya thinks there is nothing wrong with a scumbag, especially a good girl like her who likes to look for novelties, and is quite happy to have a relationship with a scumbag that does not require responsibility for each other.

When we get tired of it, everyone will just break up and break up, no matter how bad it is for you or me.

It's a pity that although Morrison is a scumbag, he is obviously the kind of scumbag with special quirks. For this kind of person, Imia is not very interested.

Especially since she was not within the scope of the other party's interest. The look he gave her just now was full of lack of interest. This inexplicable feeling that she had lost somewhere made her feel like a lump in her throat.

Finally, she had the opportunity to go out to hunt for women, but the first person she caught her eye on was this type. Imiya was somewhat disappointed.

Especially when she looked around the audience and found that there was no target better than the scumbag, the small fire that was still burning in her heart suddenly extinguished a lot.

I won’t come here. Is it really like Lilia said, just here to inquire about information?

Emiya held her chin up, took a sip of wine carelessly, and looked at the bartender who was still busy.

If it really doesn't work, in order not to leave empty-handed, the bartender can barely do it.

Ignoring the glances that the men around her frequently cast at her, Imiya pinched the side of the cup with her fingers, swung the wine and said, "Mr. Bartender, this is my first time in District 13. Do you have any good places to recommend?"

Hearing this, the bartender who had never relaxed his vigilance towards her smiled and praised her: "It turns out that this is the first time a customer has come. No wonder, I said that if a beautiful lady like you has been here before,

It certainly won’t be so unknown.”

"Excessive praise."

Imiya nodded politely and accepted this compliment, which in her opinion was not an exaggeration at all.

But then, the bartender changed the subject, which instantly destroyed her short-lived good mood.

I just heard the guy who was still wiping the cup say in a worried tone: "But let me say something disappointing, you really chose the wrong place. How can such a barren land in District 13 be lucky enough to accommodate you?"

Where’s the beauty?”

"If you ask me if I have any recommendations, I can only say no, because I really don't know if there is any place here that is worthy of your favor."

Looking at the bartender's seemingly sincere face, Imiya shook her head in disapproval and said in denial: "I think that only the flowers blooming on barren land are touching and fascinating."

"And I may have been attracted by this beauty that is about to bloom, so I came here."

When she said this, her eyes slightly curved, and the corners of her mouth also outlined a very gentle arc. It seemed that she was really full of expectations for the development of District 13. However, under the innocent appearance, the impatience in her heart became more and more intense.

The more accumulated.

Imiya has heard a lot of compliments. Some people even praise her for not being the same every day. These two words from the bartender are far from impressing her.

So it was easy for Imiya to peel off the true meaning from her sincere tone, that she was treating her as a hot potato and wanted to send her away as soon as possible.

It made her very unhappy.

And she is a willful woman. If anyone makes her unhappy, she will fight back mercilessly, making everyone unhappy together.

so……

After leaving the tavern, Imiya took out the pearl with the blood of agitation sealed from the soul space, and looked at the street lamp with a dangerous expression.

Even if there is no good man, there is actually a scumbag with special hobbies and a straight bartender who treats her as a hot potato and wants to spy on her.

These blood warlocks seemed to have no value in keeping her silent.

So it’s such a happy decision, let’s report them now!
Chapter completed!