The popularity of elves around the world

It's about three o'clock in the middle of the night...

At the end of a street, a man wrapped in a shabby coat and with messy hair was hiding on the side of the block, with an old oil drum next to him.

There is also a trash can near the oil drum. From time to time, a fishy smell comes out of the trash can. The man wrinkles his nose. He doesn't know why he keeps lying in this place enduring the smell.

"Meow~"

The man couldn't help but shiver when he heard the sound.

"Who"

The man trembled all over.

"Meow~meow~"

The white meow came out from the side, glanced at the man with wide eyes, and then jumped away quickly.

"It turned out to be Meow Meow. It scared me to death."

The man shrank his head into his worn coat, as if looking for some sense of security.

"Boom"

The sound of iron boots stepping on an empty oil drum was heard, and cold sweat broke out on the man's body again.

"Old guy, you're pretty good at hiding. If you pretend to be a beggar near the garbage dump, we won't be able to find you."

The man licked his interfering lips and did not dare to make a sound. He continued to lie on his side on the ground and pretended to be dead.

"Hey old guy, you didn't hear what I was talking to you clearly."

On the oil drum, a thin young man with a cockscomb head, wearing big black boots, shouted angrily at the man.

Seeing the man still lying on the ground, the rooster-combed young man sneered, raised two fingers and waved at the man.

At this time, above the young man, a giant sting wasp wielding two guns and a flying mantis holding a knife in both hands approached the man.

"Oh, you are really good at pretending. If you still pretend, I don't mind letting the giant needle wasp poke two holes out of you."

The man took a breath and slowly stood up against the wall.

"The magic city is so big and I'm so well-dressed, you can all find me."

The young man squatting on the oil drum held his head upright with both hands and smiled lightly.

"Old guy, isn't it suspicious to wear so much in the summer? If you have to pretend to be a beggar, I think you are a retard."

The man stood up against the wall: "I knew that no matter how I tried to hide, I couldn't hide. If I were mentally retarded, you wouldn't be any better. Do you think I hid for a few days just to avoid a little person like you and make fun of me?" ..”

The man threw the tattered coat aside, and then a Yongjira flew out of the coat.

"Yongjira telekinesis..."

Yongjira's eyes glowed red, and he moved very quickly, as if he had been prepared in advance.

"buzz"

"Boom"

The Needle Bee and the Flying Mantis bumped into each other one after another, and were pushed onto the young man's body.

"Hmph, even if you want to arrest someone, you don't even know what you are capable of."

The young man was pinned down by the giant sting wasp and the flying mantis. He gritted his teeth and said, "Old guy, our people have already targeted you. Just wait to die."

When the man heard this, his expression turned ugly: "You are begging for death, don't force me. Just because I haven't killed anyone before, doesn't mean I don't dare to kill anyone."

The young man looked at the giant needle bee controlled by Yongjira and pushed its bee gun aside hard.

"Hey, the old guy is about to die, what else is there to say? Hand over your things and I can consider letting you live."

When the man heard that the young man was still threatening him, his eyes suddenly became sudden.

"You guys are so hateful. You dare to speak so loudly even though you are already defeated... I really want to kill you..."

"Oh, you come here, I'm afraid you have no guts"

"I..."

Late at night, the night light quietly closed my eyes...

Water splashed in the sky at some point, and in this deserted, dilapidated alley, the sound of leather shoes slowly followed.

"Den, Deng, Deng"

The man couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and cold sweat slipped from his forehead unconsciously.

"Don't think that I really don't dare to kill you..."

"You may not really be able to kill..."

"Who?" The man heard the sound and turned his head subconsciously.

I didn't know when to see two more figures behind him. One was a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat, who looked to be about the same age as him, and the other was a dragon figure, with a majestic figure, standing nearly two meters tall.

"Brother Fan, the organization has put you in such a high position. It's just that you don't know how to be grateful. You also want to kill the people of the organization."

The man looked at the person blankly, and then said to the man in the hat in fear: "It's you...I didn't, I really didn't."

The man in the hat walked up to the man and said, "Don't tell me about the stuff. It's still not there."

The man opened his mouth: "I..."

The cock-comb-headed young man saw the person coming and felt that his supporter had arrived.

"Sir, why are you keeping this man? Why don't you just kill him..."

The man in the hat looked straight at him. He couldn't help but swallow his words before he finished speaking.

"Green dragon, please go around me. I have an old man and a young man above me. I can't die. If you can let me go, I can thank you for the rest of my life. If not... I will offer your portrait and burn incense and worship every day. Please I beg you."

The man in the hat shook his head and asked quietly: "I only have one purpose. Where is the thing? Don't force me to say it a second time."

The man glared and replied sincerely: "I didn't take it out. I couldn't get through that wall, and my Yongjira couldn't even move through it."

The man in the hat sneered: "If you didn't take it out, then who owns the Variety Monster? Not many people in the Alliance Building have Variety Monsters."

The man took two steps back in fear: "How do you know?"

"We can send you up there. Of course there are people higher up. We can make the most of everything by looking for you. Take out your things."

"I really don't have it. If I take it out, the Alliance will definitely not let me go. I will only die."

The man in the hat suddenly understood and nodded: "Oh, so you are afraid of death, so you are not afraid of us Senluo. We raised you well, but we didn't expect to raise a white-eyed wolf."

It rained even more.

"Red-faced dragon, don't hold back."

"what"

The red-faced dragon opened its huge mouth, "thump, thump, thump" and bit the man with heavy steps.

"Not good, Yongjira"

Yongjira glanced back, put down the Giant Needle Bee and the Flying Mantis to block the oncoming red-faced dragon.

The strength of the red-faced dragon was beyond what Yongjila could stop.

I saw Yongjila's spoon blocking the red-faced dragon's jaw, and was pushed far away by the red-faced dragon. Two long cracks were plowed out on the ground.

The red-faced dragon looked down at Yongjira below him, opened his huge mouth and bit Yongjira's head, and then threw him away fiercely.

"Boom" gray smoke fills the air...

"Yongjira...how are you? Use teleportation. Let's escape quickly."

"Yong~" The dust was wetted by the rain, and Yongjira sat up from the mud, eyes releasing energy, ready to lead his master to escape.

"Um..." Yongjila found that he couldn't teleport no matter what.

"Don't waste your efforts. Knowing that you have Yongjira, how could we not prepare in advance?"

The man looked around, and sure enough, there was a cockscomb-headed young man looking at him with a sinister smile on his face. There was a big-mouthed bat flying beside him. The big-mouthed bat's eyes were extremely dark, and it was a black gaze.

The man's only means of escape was gone, and he went crazy: "You scum, perverts, demons... I will never let you go in this life, and I will never let you go even if you are a ghost."

The cockscomb-headed young man snorted coldly and asked the giant sting wasp to use its poisonous needle.

Yongjira was worried about his master's comfort, and endured the pain and stood in front of him.

Seeing Yongjila lying in a pool of blood, the man became even more resentful.

"Yongjira, I hurt you, I hurt you." The man couldn't help but started to cry.

"You bastards, I will fight with you." At some point, the man took out a kitchen knife from his arms and threw it towards the green dragon.

The red-faced dragon turned around and threw the man away with his tail, but it was useless.

"vomit" the man looked at the blood on the ground.

Ye Tian yelled: "I hate it, I hate it"

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