The Missionary of the Second Dimension

In one sentence, it directly resonated with most of the onlookers.

It is an established fact that a cursed child can turn into a monster in the future.

What's more, some people have also experienced the desperate experience of being attacked by gastritis several times before, so they cast extreme hatred towards Zhai Nan and others.

People are social animals, and when they are emotional, they are easily driven by others.

"Kill them!"

"Don't let them leave here!"

Hearing the roar of those people, the three little girls became even more frightened. If they hadn't been surrounded, they might have fled away in fear.

Moreover, listening to these people's accusations and abuse, Zhai Nan couldn't bear his temper no matter how good he was.

"Is there something wrong with these people's brains?"

However, when it comes to bad temper, Black Joan is definitely more impulsive than him.

She smiled angrily, and her golden pupils looked coldly in front of her, at those humans who spoke ill of her.

"You are the ones with the problem!"

"It's actually with the monster, so you must be infected by the monster!"

"Everyone, don't let them go!"

"Kill them all before they become gastrulated!"

Seeing that the emotions had been completely mobilized, the person closest to him stretched out his hand and grabbed Black Jeanne's shoulder.

In this chaotic time, even if they are policemen, they can't be alone.

Maybe I can still take this opportunity to have fun with this beautiful chick.

However, just as he was thinking this way, the vision in front of him turned bright red.

Boiling blood flowed down the severed limb like a fountain, and people's clothes and faces were also stained red.

until a second later...

The man whose arm was cut off in an instant clutched his wound in pain, lying on the ground and struggling.

He had never endured such severe pain before, and soon passed out.

Seeing this situation, Hei Zhende sighed boredly, and said: ".Your trash who doesn't even have the qualifications to make me interested."

Zhai Nan looked at her helplessly, and then pretended not to see anything, ignoring the blood-soaked ground.

"Kill her!"

"Must not let them go!"

Although most of the crowd were intimidated by Joan of Arc's ruthless hands, there were still some people who were filled with anger, and their eyes were still red.

"What happened?"

At this time, a patrolling policeman rushed over, and when he saw the shocking blood on the ground, he immediately pulled out the pistol on his waist.

"Mr. Police, make them go first!"

"And there are those monsters!"

When the angry people saw the police coming, they couldn't help but gather around them as if they had found their backbone.

Similarly, when these policemen saw Black Joan of Arc, they were amazed for a moment, but then when they saw those cursed children, their faces showed disgust (Wang Zhao).

Then, as if he was already used to this situation, he walked over slowly, took out the handcuffs and prepared to grab them.

However, he was stopped halfway.

"What do you want to do?"

"Of course the monsters... they are taken away, don't interfere with official duties."

The tall and thin policeman wanted to wave Zhai Nan's palm away, but found that he couldn't move at all.

"What do you want to do? Can I sue you for assaulting the police?!"

Another fat policeman snapped.

"Hehe... You probably want to take them to a place where no one is around, and then shoot them?" Zhai Nan said with a sneer.

In this world, there are very few people who are kind to those children, and these two policemen are obviously not that kind of kind people.

Since this is the case, how could he hand over these children to these policemen? .

Chapter 7 feels pretty good

Since it was impossible to entrust these children to their care, Zhai Nan naturally waved away the hands extended by the policemen.

"I don't advocate violence, but if you keep obstructing me, don't blame me for taking action." Zhai Nan had a sneer that he hadn't seen before, and his black pupils seemed to be able to shoot sharp arrows. other people's eyes.

Then, everyone who looked at him immediately lowered their heads.

They are just ordinary people, and they can't be compared with him who has fought with a god.

"Let's go." Di Nan said to Joan of Arc, and told Este to protect the three little girls and prepare to leave here~.