Dream Death Bar.
In Feng Xiaozao's sight, everything started to become vividly bright.
It was as if everything she had experienced before was just a dream.
"Miss, is there anything I can help you with?" A server from Dream Death Bar approached and asked with concern.
Feng Xiaozao shook her head.
She walked straight into the bar.
Dream Death Bar was much more luxurious compared to the Third-Rate Writer Bar.
Whether in terms of space, decoration style, variety and price of drinks, or the patrons who came here to drink.
Feng Xiaozao ordered a fruit wine with a low alcohol content and casually found an empty booth to sit down.
The dim lights swayed, flickering on and off; slightly tipsy young men and women were swaying in the central dance floor, lost in ecstasy, as the music slowly started playing.
The letter left by my father said that there is something worth nine billion Longevity coins at Dream Death Bar, and it is my inheritance.
