Marvel's Priest

"Like you Garaya"

Nina's whole body felt bad, especially when she saw the purple-eyed little devil, she almost took out her Holy Light Gatling and shot it. At the same time, she also put the tattoo artist on the target list, and went back to the tattoo artist to recreate it the next day. .

As if he felt someone calling him, Galloya, who was lying limply on Christine's hand, rolled over. His pupils looked in the direction of Nina, as if asking: "What's the matter?"

"Garoa's name is quite weird. It's like a pet in Pokémon." At this moment, Kristen didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, but she was still off-line as usual. Perhaps this was because she often saw people with abilities. Those who are involved in troublemaking and have a big heart.

"Don't bother me and let me see if there are any other demons." Nina's old face darkened. It would be great if the demons could be like the elves in Pokémon. The problem is that demons are born to like to cause trouble, and they especially hold grudges against the demons in Christine's hands. He is not a small character, he has grown up to be quite strong.

She also couldn't understand why a black magic plus a neutral magic could create a life.

As soon as his fingers touched Christine's back, the limp Galoa sensed the danger and floated onto Nina's hand without saying a word, wrapping her fingers around her. The purple eyeballs seemed slightly blurred, with only the pupils still solid.

"Gugu" Galloya made a strange sound, and the diameter of his body expanded by two centimeters. Then, he limply broke away from Nina's fingers and fell to the ground. A large amount of platinum-gold liquid came out of his pupils, and his pupils turned up unnaturally.

It got food poisoning and was almost poisoned by Nina.

As the incomplete embodiment of gluttony and greed, its only attack method is devouring, and it can rob the enemy of all energy, including life. After gaining energy, Garoya can split wildly and self-destruct. It can be regarded as a tenacious demon. Too bad it met Nina.

A creation of black magic can't even think of swallowing the power of the Holy Light. The insurance company said it would not compensate for this.

Nina didn't pay much attention to Galoa. This little devil was extremely talented, but in the final analysis, it was just a cub now, far from the demon king-level Galoa in Nina's impression. Only Kristen had a distressed look on her face. She picked up little Galoa, looked sideways at Nina and asked, "Can this be saved? It's so miserable."

"Bring the water to a boil, add an appropriate amount of smilax and fresh ginger slices, turn to high heat for half an hour, then turn to low heat for an hour."

"It's therapy I feel like cooking"

"Yes, I just mean making soup." Nina checked Christine thoroughly to make sure that there were no other kinds of demons parasitic on her body. She breathed a sigh of relief and sealed the Eye of Darkness symbol: "Let's go, take me to find her." The master of the tattoo shop, I want to negotiate a big deal with him."

Compared to the little sisters in the dormitory, Nina is more worried about the master of the tattoo shop. There is no magic power supply, and the symbol is very slow to collect magic power. If she really wants to grow a little devil like Christine, it will take several months.

Linda, Ginny, and Laura can't run away. When they go to the hospital to work tomorrow, they can just call the office. Nina is afraid that the tattoo shop master will directly add the wrong version of the stigmata to the tattoo pattern in the shop regardless of copyright issues.

You know, tattoos here do not have special meanings like in the East. They are really just personalized. As long as it is not for work, there are basically one or two, but the size and position are different. The most common ones are the names of couples, although most of them will add One sentence: Damn Fake.

{8,800 for a tattoo, 88,000 for a tattoo removal, colored tattoos cannot be washed away, so don’t mess around}

Nina's head hurts when she thinks about the proliferation of stigmata.

Ignoring the nightgown she was wearing at home, she directly pulled Kristine back to her room to change clothes and go out. She wanted to close down the tattoo shop immediately. It would be best if no one got tattoos. If the boss dared to tattoo these symbols randomly, he would die.

The two boldly appeared, shocking the three people watching TV in the living room.Carrie blushed and covered her face with the pillow, as if she wanted to plug her ears to avoid hearing any strange noises. Jessica and Natasha had their heads full and couldn't figure out what they were doing.

The next moment, the door opened, and Nina, who had put on an ordinary T-shirt and shorts, came out and said to Natasha hurriedly: "Let Carrie go to bed at half past ten. We have to go out soon. Do you want a midnight snack?" "

Natasha: "Bring a fruit pizza."

Jessica: "Can you take me with you wherever you go?"

"Go find someone." Nina didn't explain too much. She simply ended the topic and pulled Kristine up to walk to the underground parking lot. The destination was a bit far. If she didn't hurry up, others might close the door. She also had some time to spare. The moldy pretender made a call and told them to assemble.

By the way, she glanced sideways at Kristen. If she hadn't given her a slap on the back tonight, she would have turned this troublemaker into a secretary tomorrow. She would have made Kristen understand what the boss's anger meant. Serve the tea properly. water.

"Well, don't look at me like that, you're uncomfortable."

"This is a big deal today and you have to take responsibility."

"Can I have meat?" he shouted in surprise.

Nina: "No, just give me a massage"

"Okay" sighed in frustration.

Under Kristine's guidance, Nina parked the car near the college and walked to a fancy store. This was her destination. She opened the door and walked in. The wind chimes hung ringing, but no one came out to greet her.

But Nina vaguely heard a female voice. The voice was very sweet and had a child-like voice. Simply put, it was the coquettish voice of a little loli. She followed the voice and opened the door of the lounge. What she saw was a rough girl. The man wears an earphone on his head and listens to the lolita sound.

He was spitting out fragrance, and what was on the computer screen was a gun battle game: "I'm not a girl, I'm a man. I'm born with a voice, and my employer doesn't want a lolita sound."

At this moment, something cold rubbed back and forth on his neck, making him tremble in shock. He turned around and saw a shining silver gun. As an avid weapon lover, he instantly knew the origin of this gun.

The .50 revolver is a collectible. It is too powerful for one person to control, so it can only be admired on a storage shelf. The highest record, hitting an elephant's head into pieces with one shot, carrying five rounds of ammunition, often active in the Resident Evil series of games

"Hey, everything is negotiable. As long as you remove the 500 gun from my head, I will give you a thousand dollars."

Nina has lost her car to the hospital in the past few days, and Natasha has always been the one driving her to and from get off work. Now the car that drove out was naturally Natasha's Corvette. She grabbed a gun from the back seat and compared it with magic. Deterrence, ordinary people still like this thing more, the audience is wide enough.

"Kristen, come here." Nina tried her best to keep her expression cold, picked up the collar of this man who spoke a lot of lolita sounds, and said sternly: "Her tattoo."

"I didn't get the tattoo. I'm specifically responsible for male customers. Don't kill me. I didn't molest this lady. Everything is the boss's fault."

Nina: ""

Go to Nima’s lolita music, it’s so disgraceful, the atmosphere is not serious at all

Lolita eats my old lady and remembers the Thousand-Armed Guanyin