System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Yes, don't go there, little girl, where are your parents?"

The people around also echoed.

From their point of view, such a cute and well-dressed little girl couldn't have anything to do with Ibiza, and she probably ran out of fun.

Especially the long white hair, which seems to be unique to the people of Uttar Pradesh in the Great Saaya Empire.

"boom--"

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, but people were not surprised. Suramar is a place where it often rains, and the morning is usually filled with mist.

People in Suramar have long been familiar with things like thunder and rain.

The little figure they called the little girl was none other than Syl.

She didn't pay attention to what the people behind her said, and she didn't blame them.

Their positions are determined by their education and the information disseminated by the media. This kind of people who cannot think independently has not yet reached the level where Searle's emotions can be stirred up a little.

Ignoring their shouts, Searle walked straight towards the blockade line, looking at the unextinguished fire inside the blockade line, Searle sighed.

When Syl was walking towards the blockade, the soldiers standing on both sides of the roadblock also noticed Syl walking towards here.

They didn't react at first, but when they saw that Syl was really going to walk towards the small passage exposed in the middle of the obstacle, a soldier reminded:

"Little friend, it's very dangerous inside, you can't go in casually."

"Is it not allowed to go in here?" Syl raised his face and asked the soldier.

"It's not that you can't go in...that is, those who come out will be subject to stricter scrutiny. I don't really recommend children to go in...how about your family?"

When the soldier wanted to continue asking, a soldier with a detachable black shawl on his shoulders walked by.

After seeing the soldier, the soldier closed his mouth and adjusted his stance to be more upright.

"Little sister, there are monsters inside now." The tall man squatted down slightly, knelt down on one knee beside Syl in a standard knight kneeling posture, and asked softly, "Excuse me, do you want to go in and do something?" What? Where is your family?"

"I just want to go in. There is no rule that I can't go in?" Syl tilted his head and asked curiously, "My family lives inside."

In order to avoid being forcibly taken to the orphanage after saying that he had no family, Seale had to lie.

"Oh? Where did you get your clothes, little girl... It's not like people in Ibiza can afford it." After hearing that the little girl's home is from Ibiza After that, the officer's attitude obviously became a little bit colder.

However, in the words, there was a little strangeness, like surprise.

"A kind noble lady gave it to me. Can I go in now? I'm going to find my mother."

Syl made a mother out of nothing, and wanted to skip this boring interrogation quickly.

But the officer half kneeling next to Searle didn't seem to want Searle to go.

He reached out to put his hand on Searle's back, but Searle nimbly dodged it.

He looked at Syl's fine-looking frown, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Don't be afraid, I just take you to register to go in, come with me, little girl, I can let you in after registration .”

"Come with me." The officer stood up and walked towards the blockade.

The soldiers around all showed expressions of unbearable. The soldier who persuaded Searle to leave just now held his own gun tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

"interesting......"

Syl lowered his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and slowly followed the officer.

It seems that I do have some unlucky potential, no matter where I go, bad luck will find me.

The wriggling "seed" hidden in Syl's hair also moved behind Syl's ear at this time, hiding between Syl's ear and hair, waiting for an opportunity.

The moment Syl stepped through the cordon, an unfamiliar icon appeared.

is a bright yellow exclamation point pointing in a certain direction.

If you understand it according to the game...is this a mission prompt?

Just when Syl was looking at the exclamation mark at the end of the road, she felt a sudden push on her back, and a force wanted to push her into the next house.

Such a weak force.

Syl frowned, but did not resist, but let the force bring him into the room.

And the "seed" also followed Syl's clothes and crawled all the way to Syl's palm.

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PS: 1 chapter still owed, 3 chapters still owed~

The chapter name of the last chapter yesterday, I didn’t dare to mess it up, so I made it untitled, which caused the subscription to drop instantly... I was shocked...

Cough cough, stop talking nonsense, and get straight to the feature film~

[1. "If you don't study well, you can only sweep the streets." The Burmese machine gunner sighed at the camera and lamented what his mother taught him]

[2. The old man Wang forgot to pay the handling fee, resulting in no hands available]

【3. "Why do you always have you in every anti-pornography?" Xiao Ming couldn't help but raised his head and asked the captain of the anti-pornography brigade]

23333, thanks to everyone who subscribed all the way here~ There may be a big update tomorrow, just return all the chapters that are owed!

Chapter 112 Chapter 110 [Dragon Egg Parasitism] (1/5)

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

At this time, the sky was already dark, and there were only faint candles flickering in the house.

The occasional wind blowing through the crack of the door made the candles in the room flickering, and the atmosphere in the room was a little tense.

"Don't be nervous...I just want to take you to do something fun," the officer took off his hat and white gloves, tugged at his collar, and approached Syl with a wicked smile, " It's so beautiful, little girl..."

Syl took a step back slightly, frowning.

It wasn't because she was afraid, but because she saw a slight bulge in the crotch of the officer in front of her.

The pants being pushed up by something made Seale very upset.

"My old lady was bigger than you when I took it out..." Syl raised his head, looked at the officer's face in disgust, and complained in his heart, "Chicken."

Syl's disgusted expression and eyes seemed to make the officer even more excited.

Now he probably couldn't wait to hold Syl under him, and wanted to watch her cry happily.

Just like how he treated recruits when he was in the military camp... To be honest, he has not seen a woman in the military camp for a long time, and he can't hold it anymore. He will soon use this cute little girl to take the bath Fire out.

But he is doomed to have difficulty fulfilling this conjecture in his heart.

"Scum." Syl smiled coldly, and flung his right hand forward casually, a small black and red sarcoma flew out of Sill's hand.

The officer also reacted quickly. He quickly waved his hand to block the mass. Searle's "powerless resistance" seemed to make him even more impatient, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more uncontrollable.

Then, he noticed that there seemed to be something warm, wet and sticky stuck to his hand.

The officer showed a hint of doubt on his expression. He lowered his head and looked at his fingers.

Then I saw a small sarcoid sticking to his hand.

The officer frowned, stopped in his tracks, and shook his hand vigorously, but the sarcoma didn't feel the slightest movement, it was even bulging, as if it contained life.

"Is this a magic item?" The officer seemed to know some extraordinary knowledge. He frowned, touched his waist with his left hand, and pulled out a dagger.

He moved skillfully and quickly, and swung his sword directly towards the sarcoma, directly breaking the sarcoma.

Black sticky blood sprayed on his hand, and the sarcoma also deflated, turning into black sticky blood, sticking to the back of the officer's hand.

"Hehe, small tricks." The officer raised his head, looked at the beautiful little man standing not far in front of him again, and licked his lips, "I've heard those noble men say that it's better to be smaller, and now I can finally try it." tried......"

Just as he shook off the blood on his hand and was about to continue walking towards the little girl, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Obviously he made the movement of shaking his hands, but the stickiness on his hands didn't decrease at all.

He looked down again, as if he saw something, his eyes widened slightly, and his pupils shrank slightly.

The small amount of black blood sprayed out from cutting the sarcoma just now stained the back of his hand, and every drop of black blood turned into a small sarcoma, which was pulsating quietly in his hand at this moment.

From one sarcoma to a dozen sarcoids of the same size, it was horrifying and weird.

"Fuck... what?"

The officer began to panic. He pinched one of the tumors with the nails of his left hand, as if he wanted to pull out the tumor directly.

Then... under the force of his own fingers, the sarcoma burst, and black thick plasma burst out from it.

One drop of it stuck to his face.

"Huh...uh..."

As if feeling something was wrong, the officer quickly wiped the black blood stain on his cheek with his sleeve, and at the same time quickly took off his military uniform jacket, and rubbed his hands vigorously, as if he wanted to wipe off the sarcomas directly. .

"Puff--puff--"

As the officer became more impatient, the sound of sarcoma being punctured continued to appear.

But the sticky feeling in his hands didn't disappear at all, and because of his violent rubbing movements, it covered his entire arm.

Picking up the coat, the clothes were not stained with any blood at all, but his hands were already so black that the original color could not be seen.

Under his horrified gaze, the blood wriggled and slowly formed fine sarcoid tumors all over his hands.

All the sarcomas seemed to be breathing, agitating in a uniform manner, and each wriggling sarcomas seemed to be connected as a whole, making people's scalp numb just looking at it.

The scariest thing was the officer's face. Since a sarcoma had been broken just now, his face was covered with countless sarcoma, which looked extremely terrifying on his face.

"Uh...uh...ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The officer frantically scratched his face, and frantically rubbed the tumor in his hands.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could only get more and more sarcomas on his hands and body, and could not reduce those horrific sarcomas at all.

If there was a mirror at this time, allowing him to see his frightening appearance, he would have fallen into madness long ago.

But at this time, not to mention the officer himself, even Searle himself can't stand the horrible scene now.