Roaming Collector

(A lot of things suddenly piled up together, and I was so busy that I even had to stay up late to catch up on the code words, so the upload was a bit late. In addition, there are a lot of things to be busy tomorrow, so I can’t guarantee an update. Here’s the first A reminder to everyone. Of course, I will still squeeze the time code as much as possible.)

It was dusk, the setting sun was setting in the west, and the sunset was like a brocade.

Sunrise and sunset are the two most charming moments of the day.Even though I am used to seeing the beauty of the sunset, this red dusk is still enough to attract most people who have been busy all day to stop and take a look at this pleasant scenery.

However, today's sunset has been neglected by people, because most people's eyes are focused on another existence.

It was a woman, a mature beauty comparable to a top model in terms of figure and appearance. [

The long chestnut hair is tied into a long ponytail, the fair skin has slender eyebrows, and a pair of light cyan eyes are captivating.The woman was wearing glasses, was carrying a bound, unsigned hardcover book, and was wearing a dark blue OL suit.It is obviously a very serious dress, but when she wears it, it gives people a sense of eclectic debauchery, which brings out her unique and unique temperament.

The beauty walked on the road, with an inexplicable ambiguous smile on her face, she didn't care about the eyes of passers-by, and seemed to be "talking to herself" from time to time.

The woman's name was Marjorine Doe. Although she looked only about 20 years old, she was actually an old monster that had existed for nearly 400 years.

No, the word old monster shouldn't be used to describe her age.After all, among the fire fog fighters, although she is not a newcomer, she is still far from those real "veteran qualifications".

Among the Huowu fighters, he can be regarded as a very active and experienced "young man".

However, in the other world, no one dared to underestimate this Fire Mist Warrior who has not existed for more than 400 years.

Her common name in the other world is "eulogy singer", but the titles circulated among the red world are "synonymous with horror", "apposition of death" and so on.In short, he is a top crusader among all the Huowu fighters, whose strength can be counted on the fingers.

The reason why she set foot on the land of Misaki City like this is because she was chasing and killing a disciple, a weak but troublesome disciple—the bone picker Rami.

That weak existence who has been wandering around the world, whose power of existence is almost different from ordinary people, and who has been "living" by "nibbling" the torch that is about to go out, since he is unexpectedly good at saving his life.There are endless means of escape, most of which are eclectic and ingenious. Even the "eulogy singer" who is famous for being "good at freestyle" has to admit that the weak gangster has the ability to escape. The World Demon God threw away a few streets.

If the existence power of the God of Punishment is only at the level of an ordinary person, even Alastor would not be able to escape from the hands of a top crusader, right?However, that damn Lamy managed to escape from her many times.

shame!This is simply a great shame!

As a representative figure of the vengeful Huowu fighters, Marjorine Do's policy is - no wrong kill, never let go!

That's right, it's not "prefer to kill by mistake", but "not to kill by mistake".Because in her concept, as long as it is a creature of the Red World, it should be killed!

Won't it have an impact on the present world?Sorry, wrong photo.

The vast majority of Huowu warriors, like Marjorine Do, are revenge factions.Because most of them were ruined by the Red World disciples, this kind of hatred for the Red World disciples not only became an opportunity for them to abandon their human bodies and become Huowu fighters, but also drove them to execute the Fire Mist. The impetus for the duty of the fog warriors.

As one of the "representative" characters, Marjorine will naturally not let go of Lamy who happened to meet.Even if Lamy gave her the first impression that she was "too weak to be worth mentioning".

However, this Lamy took her halfway around the world, from Europe to Misaki City in Japan in one breath.

This Nima is simply the "grand event" that happens when the top demon king chases and kills the first-class Huowu fighters. One chases and the other escapes, and everyone harms the world together... But Lamy is just a gangster, a weak one. Gangsters who use special methods without even noticing.

How could Marjorine be reconciled? [

"This depressed city is really not a good place to end up."

Marjoline, who seemed to be talking to herself, was actually talking to her contracted demon king.

"I often hear you say this in Europe, my proud goblet, Marjorindo." The husky and unrestrained male voice came out from the book Marjorin was carrying. There is no doubt that this book is more than ordinary books. , The books that are a bit out of the ordinary in terms of size and thickness are the artifacts that her contracted demon king resides in.

Marcosias, the "ravaged minion", in the Red World, is known for being a powerful demon king who is warlike, but he is actually a...

"That said..." Marjorine frowned: "The 'taste' of this city is complicated."

"Wahhaha!" The big hardcover book let out a piercing laugh: "The smell of hair, isn't it the smell of alcohol caused by drinking too many cocktails? Woohoo"

The final tone turned into a mournful cry, that was because Marjorine's fist had already treated the book as a sandbag, and hit it mercilessly.

In short, Marcosias, the mighty demon king who is known for his belligerence, is actually a poor talker with a trembling m...

"In a city whose name never goes around, there are actually three Huomist fighters staying here?" Glancing at the afterglow left by the setting sun that had completely set on the mountain, the corner of Liren's mouth twitched a playful smile: "Now, I'm afraid It's going to be fun."

……

Lamy... No, it should be Lian Nancy.

Lian Nanxi felt that she must be possessed by spearmen today.

Being chased and killed by the "eulogy singer", the representative figure of the revenge faction, is bad enough, but the city I came to smelling the smell of the torch is a city with obviously problematic torches everywhere.

Feel the aura carefully... Good guy, it turned out to be the aura left by a demon king plus the aura of three Huomist warriors.And among the Huowu fighters, there is also her old acquaintance, the famous God of Punishment.

In such a small city with corners, there are three Huowu fighters, including Yanfa Burning Eye?In addition, the eulogy singer who was attracted by her, good guy, we can make a mahjong table...

Don't stay here for long!

Lian Nanxi, who made this decision immediately, originally wanted to run through the city non-stop.But……

"Spiral organ, I'm finally waiting for you."

She was stopped, and someone called her by her real name.

Could it be that Alastor revealed her identity?

No, no!She knew that it was impossible for that God of Punishment to do such a thing.

But at this time, it is better to pretend to be stupid and ignore it. Once you answer, you will definitely get into some trouble again. [

Thinking of this, the old gentleman didn't even pause in his steps, as if the person being called was really not himself, he still walked forward unhurriedly.

Now she just wants to collect enough power of existence wholeheartedly to fulfill her only wish.For other things, it is better to be less troublesome.

"Don't leave in a hurry." The voice originally came from behind, but now it appeared in front of your eyes: "Spiral organ, sit down and have a good chat. I think you will be interested in the content of this chat. "The person who suddenly appeared in front of him, a flame ignited in the palm of his hand.

It is dirty, pure like flowing water, a flame that clarifies "color".

"The power of existence of the attribute "nature"?!"

The footsteps of the old gentleman stopped.

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