Adorable Beasts: The Peerless Demon Girl

When Yin Nian wrote the first stroke, his wrist felt a little sore. The paper was surprisingly difficult to write on, and it was difficult to write ink on it.

"Is this booklet left for too long?"

Yin Nian shook the ashes on the booklet vigorously, and tried to write again with his sore wrist. This time the ink was not completely gone, but it became intermittent.

Yin Nian let out a 'hey', and put more energy into writing.

And she doesn't know.

At this moment, she was writing down the fallen angel corresponding to the first surname 'Sun'. After inhaling the incense, she managed to change her calm appearance with [-]% surprise.

Its eyeballs fell, and saw that there were many thin cracks on its body, and the chains of the altar below were slightly dangling.

She was shocked.

The body is trembling slightly.

There is a saying in the four districts, the true god is hard to return, and the fallen god is hard to return.

The true God is high above, and it is because people look back and respond once to ask God, so there is such a saying that thousands of people ask but can't answer.

But Fallen Angel is different.

The Fallen Gods used to be serious true gods, they were enshrined by various families, and some true gods were even enshrined by several families. Petitions, when petitions are made, the rules of heaven and law are born, and the greed, hatred, hatred, evil, resentment and hatred of the petitioners will follow the various appeals of the petition, because they intervene and entangle with the causal relationship between them. the desire of the true God.

These dirty karma and evil thoughts are like slow poison, and the power of offerings and these slow poisons are intertwined. If the power of offerings is far greater than that of resentment, or if the two maintain a delicate balance, then the true god is still the true god , and will become more and more powerful as the power of worship grows.

And if the power of resentment exceeds the power of worship, they will lose their minds and go crazy and slaughter from time to time, that is to say, they will become Fallen Angels like time bombs.

Please enter the book, if it is a real god, the person who holds the book is equivalent to finding a powerful guardian.

But if the Fallen Angels are included in the book, besides being a guardian, the most important thing is that their power of resentment will also be transferred to the person who holds the book. Just imagine, the power of resentment that even the true gods fear, who dares to go to the book? Take it on yourself?

Even the most slanted person would not dare to bet on whether he and the fallen angel will lose their minds in the next moment.

That's why no one dared to write the name of the Fallen Angel on the booklet.

Isn't this pure courting death?

In the past, there were warriors who were forced to have nowhere to go, and finally lost half their lives to get a precious book of invitation to the gods, and wrote down the name of the fallen angel on the book full of hope, but his desire was too strong, the more he wanted the fallen angel The stronger the purpose of protecting him, when the Fallen Angel was written by him, it was covered by overwhelming greed, and the stimulated Fallen Angel went crazy at once, directly tearing people to pieces.

Therefore, after that warrior's "heroic deeds", no one dared to touch the fallen angel, and after that, each family also directly gave up saving the fallen angel. Everyone agreed that the fallen angel could not be rescued. Immediately seal it, lest the six relatives deny it and start killing.

These Fallen Angels know it themselves.

It is conceivable how shocked she was when she saw the seal sculpture on her body crack.

This idol and this altar are actually seals set by the family that once enshrined them.

They can't get rid of the seal on their own, and they have no idea of ​​breaking free. They are always entangled in resentment wherever they go, and they will lose their minds and go crazy from time to time. Even if they go out from this huge tomb, everyone shouts and beats them. They don't want to turn the aloof true gods into street rats.

But she never expected it.

Someone is willing to invite her into the book? !

Crazy?

Who is it?

And what's amazing is that she didn't feel too much greed or bad karma. There is only one possibility, please God... At this moment, you don't want her at all?

But is this possible?

Anyone who asks God has something to ask for, either for shelter or for fame.

Otherwise, what are you drawing?

The person who asked God didn't have any evil thoughts, and she was too shocked, and she didn't resist at all.

It actually made Yin Nian outside successfully write the word 'Sun' on it with intermittent ink.

"Huh." Yin Nian straightened up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. For some reason, she felt more and more irritable in her heart, not thick, but this feeling of irritability made her feel a little uncomfortable.

But don't panic!

Yin Nian grabbed the sleeping She Ni'er out of the Heavenly Palace, pointed to the cloud of gray and black air in the Heavenly Palace, and said concisely: "Eat!"

She Nier opened her mouth and swallowed the cloud of black air.

With a bang, the scales all over its body exploded.

"Huh?" Snake Nier wagged her tail in surprise, "Are you in a bad mood today? Why is this bad breath so thick?"

Yin Nian frowned slightly, looked around, and quickly figured it out, "In this kind of place, can I not be angry, anxious and worried? It's normal to be thicker."

She moved her wrist, and carefully checked her body. It was fine, her body was in great shape, and there should be no other reason.

Snake Nier thought so too.

Yin Nian turned to the second page and began to write down the name of a fallen angel.

If there is someone who understands here, I'm afraid he will scream.

Yin Nian disliked writing intermittently, but he didn't know that it was already considered a very deep name. You know, anyone who can leave a drop of ink on the book of gods is considered a genius who is one in a million.

A normal person accumulates ink drop by drop, begging for it every day, and it takes a complete and coherent word, and I don't know how long it will take.

For example, Mu Yang, ever since he was able to pick up a pen, he had to invite God several times a day. It took him an unknown amount of years to leave a drop of ink. I ate a peanut.

But when Yin Nian wrote it for the first time, she disliked it intermittently, but it actually became a single word.

In other words, she has no desires at all, she doesn't even know that these piles here are invitation books, because no one will invite fallen angels, and it would be unlucky to use the books of fallen gods as toilet paper for others , naturally placed in a mess, looking worthless.

She just took the ledger to write here, what bad thoughts could she have?

Who would have evil thoughts about their own bookkeeping?Isn't this crazy?

It really wouldn't be possible if there was one less condition, but if Yin Nian knew to ask the gods to speak, if these fallen angels hadn't just finished inhaling the incense of offerings and gained peace after a long absence, they would not invite the gods to enter the book so easily.

The second god was as surprised as Sun God.

And then, the third, the fourth...

Yin Nian herself didn't realize that since she left her first god's surname, she seemed to be firmly attracted by this booklet. If it was normal, she would have given up writing it so hard. It's a different book, but this thing is like a voodoo for her, hooking her to write one stroke after another.

She thought it might be time for a cup of tea.

But people outside know it.

Yin Nian has been inside for three full days and three nights.

"She... why hasn't she come out yet?"

Someone couldn't help poking the person next to him, "Did you die inside?"

"I can't be sure, who told her to jump in front of the fallen angel, who of you has a look? If she is dead and still has a body, won't we have something for our next meal?"

"Bah, you're a naughty person, you let me go into the secret room? Is this your second course to make me yours? Dreaming!"

"To shut up!"

The bald woman spoke suddenly.

The bone spurs on her hands shone with a sharp cold light.

His complexion was extremely bad.

"If you say anything else, your tongues will be cut off."

Everyone swallowed their words immediately and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"The two of them." Someone compared six, "Didn't you notice? It's been six days since the Fallen Angel gave water and food last time."

Oh yes.

Everyone suddenly realized.

The two of them only ate normal meat, and they should have been given new meat two days ago, but it seems that after Yin Nian came, the Fallen Angel didn't give him any new meat.

"It's not like they actually ate that deer before, right? Did that girl finish it? And finish it all in one meal?"

The more they thought about it, the more likely it became.

He was going to encourage these two people to go to the secret room to see how Yin Nian was alive.

Unexpectedly, his feet shook in the next moment.

On weekdays, the dead grave, which is so quiet that its tinnitus rings, can be heard continuously with muffled noises.

"What's going on here?"