The game character has become my vest

At night, Mian went to sleep in the room after nine o'clock.

Under normal circumstances, Mian would usually play until around 11 o'clock or 12 o'clock at night before falling asleep.But now he has a special task every night at 12 o'clock.

Even if his body fell asleep in the second half of the night, but his spirit remained awake, Mian couldn't stand it.

So he figured he had to keep up his sleep schedule.

In the air-conditioned room with a moderate temperature, Mian also quickly fell asleep.

It was 11:30 in the evening when he was woken up by the alarm clock he had set.

Mian immediately turned off the alarm clock, so as not to disturb Mama Mi and Papa Mi in the next room.

Mian got up and turned on the computer first, then moved around in his room to wake himself up as soon as possible.The waiting time seemed a bit long, so he played a few games with his mobile phone to pass the half hour.

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Mian put his hand on the computer screen where the black hole appeared.

He once again entered the continent of another world.

At this moment, he was standing on the road in the demon camp, and he did not attract too much special attention.

Mian remembered the things he needed to do.Without delay, he immediately found the demon and asked where the demon "Marshall" was.

He asked several demons before finally getting the information he wanted.

Mian found Marshall on the driving range.

On the training ground, he was fighting with his own comrades-in-arms.

As they fought, seeing their respective blood, their pupils changed.

It was blood red, and even glowed with a strange light.

Full of evil spirits.

Camian could see again that Marshall and the other demon hadn't completely lost their minds, they were still fighting, but the process became more brutal.

They don't care about themselves at all, and they don't care about getting hurt.Their goal seems to be to defeat the opponent!

But when Mian walked to the edge of the training field, Marshall and another demon on the field became even more excited.

While Mian was watching their battle, demons kept coming up to him.

And with previous experience, Mian also learned a little bit how to deal with these demons.At least he knew very well that he couldn't show his timidity.

So Mian rejected them very coldly, and only set his sights on the training platform where Marshall was.

Marshall noticed Mian's gaze, and he seemed to work harder on stage.He viciously pierced his comrade's body with the demon horn on top of his head, and then, he flapped the wings on his back, and straightly pushed another demon into the sky!

Following gravity, the demon slid a little further to the bottom of Marshall's demon horn, and the wound further expanded.

The blood from the piercing scattered and splashed on the other demons who were watching.

The demons were rejoicing, they were accustomed to such a scene, and even their blood boiled, which made the atmosphere in the training ground even hotter.

Mian felt a drop of warm liquid hit his face.

He raised his hand, and rubbed it lightly with the back of his hand, a red bloodstain was dragged out on the slightly itchy cheek and the back of his hand.

The demons around who saw this scene couldn't help but suffocate, and swallowed silently.

Mian's pupils shrank suddenly.

This was the first time he saw such a scene, and it had a huge impact on his psychology.But he must not show it here.

Otherwise, he is likely to be eaten to death by the demons here.

Mian moved his fingers when he saw the demon impaled by Marshall's horn, and then he gritted his teeth and stared at Marshall angrily.

That look is clearly still alive.

After all, it was a demon, and such a wound had no other special effects, so it was not so easy to die.

Mian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a male demon next to Mian walked up to Mian, and then he handed Mian a clean handkerchief.

The demon chuckled and pointed to his own cheek, indicating that there were still blood stains on Mian's cheek that hadn't been wiped clean.

Mian looked at the handkerchief in front of him, and thought that he needed to beware of these demons, but these demons could also bring him some help...so blindly refusing is not the wisest choice.

Not to mention just a handkerchief.

So Mian raised his hand to take the handkerchief, nodded slightly to the devil, but did not thank him.

Just ask his name.

Mian asked, "What's your name?"

Because of Mian's question, the demon showed a slightly surprised expression.His eyes stayed on Mian greedily, and then he replied, "You can just call me Alan."

Mian nodded, only to show that he knew.

He turned his head and continued to look at Marshall who was staring at him because of his interaction with Allen.

Mian gently wiped his blood-stained cheeks with a handkerchief, then looked at Marshall on the training platform, "I have something to do with you."

In terms of human hearing, that voice can only be heard by the speaker himself.

But at the moment, in the noisy training ground, Marshall still caught Mian's voice with the five keen senses of the devil.

He happily pushed the opponent off his devil horns, then strode to the edge of the training ground, and said to the soldiers guarding there: "Stop fighting! I have to go beforehand."

The devil, who was left by Marshall on the training ground and defeated, gritted his teeth angrily, but he could only cover his wound, stood up, and finally glared at the back of Marshall who left first, and then he staggered away again.

After Marshall got off the training platform, he walked straight towards Mian.

Mian looked at his devil's horn dripping with blood, frowned slightly, but still didn't say anything.

When Marshall got close to Mian, Mian could even smell the blood coming from his horns.It's just that this smell doesn't make Mian feel too uncomfortable, but instead creates a faint sense of mobilization.

Mian recorded the feeling.

But when Marshall tried to get closer, Mian didn't hide his dislike from Marshall.

He took a step back and said bluntly: "I like cleaner ones." Mian frowned, "Just stand there."

Marshall was not angry either, he just stood two or three meters away from Mian and smiled.He looked at Mian and asked, "Tang En, what do you want from me?"

"It's about the 'perception' mentioned today. I need to know where to learn that ability."

Marshall raised his eyebrows. His appearance was a little rough, but he looked handsome and masculine.It's just that his subtle expressions, as well as his demeanor when he raises his hands and feet, always seem so wretched.

It makes it difficult for others to face up to his pretty good appearance.

"Why do you want to know this? Are you interested in the human race?"

Mian nodded dispensably, he didn't show too much concern, but he showed a little interest.

Marshall patted his chest first and said: "Of course I can tell you." But after changing his voice, he said again: "But you have to let me get some benefits, so I can tell you."

Mian knows exactly what a demon like Marshall wants.

But he still asked knowingly, "What do you want?"

Marshall stuck out his non-human tongue and licked his lips, "Of course I want you."

Mian smiled disdainfully, "Do you think you can get me in exchange for just one news, is it because you value your news too much, or do you think I'm stupid?"

"Even without you, I can ask other demons."

Marshall wasn't upset either, "I know. But I can't just tell you without any benefit." He glanced up and down at Mian, his eyes were very lustful, "How about? How about a kiss? That's it It's still worth it to you."

Mian suppressed the disgust in his heart, and glanced at other demons around him from the corner of his eye.Although it was not too obvious, and their eyes were not directly on him and Marshall, but the peripheral vision from the corner of their eyes and the ear turned sideways to their side proved that they were paying attention to this position.

They were listening to a conversation between Marshall and Mian.

Mian gently hooked the corners of his lips, showing a hint of a smile, and then raised his hand to caress his lower lip.

He couldn't see his own appearance, and he didn't have any pressure, but it was extremely lethal to other demons around him.

He seemed to be implying something.

His expression had no special meaning, but just one movement made many demons restless.

Marshall, who was standing in front of Mian, was even breathing heavily.

"But you have to know, this is my first kiss." Mian said deliberately, and then looked elsewhere, "Do you think... can they get more things in exchange?"

When Marshall heard what Mian said, the excitement in his eyes could hardly be suppressed!

Although they have always known that under the "surrounding" of these demons, if Mian gets too close to any demon, they can immediately find out, so they have always been certain that Mian is still a demon The type that is rare in the world.

He still remains "pure".

This was an extremely restrained move among the demons who advocated the release of Gu Qianwang, but it also made other demons even more sought after Tang En.

As for such a fact, when Tang En said it himself, the effect was another feeling.

Mian looked at the training ground, and then went to propose to Marshall: "We can play a game. If you win, you can tell me; if you lose, you can also ask me one thing."

Marshall's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Mian's clothes, sweeping around Mian's body.

He asked maliciously: "Is it even the sensitive spots on your body?"

Mi An paused, unable to answer immediately.

But he still nodded, although he was already extremely disgusted with this Marshall's emotions.

Mian: "Of course."

The onlookers listened to their conversation and gradually gathered together.

They are either excited or excited.

They are very optimistic about this "training".

Although they often appeared together on the battlefield, at that time they were all jealous, so how could they have time to pay attention to Mian, a demon who was not huge.

Therefore, they couldn't figure out Tang En's level of strength.

But whether they are strong or weak, whether they win or lose, it doesn't matter to them.

They are happy to entertain themselves with the entertainment of others when there is little to do.

Seeing that Mian agreed to come down, Marshall immediately happily led the latter onto the training ground, preparing for the next game.

A lot of things with demons are resolved in combat.If they have conflicts or dissatisfaction, they will rarely be able to hold back, because most of them will resolve the conflict on the spot.

And Mian is actually not very sure that he can win this "training"... Although it is training, Mian knows very well that it probably won't be much easier than the battle he saw before.

In fact, he is only [-]% sure of winning, but he is willing to take a gamble.

First, he had seen Marshall's grades.Because his level is higher than Marshall, so this is not ugly.

Marshall has level 16, but his level has risen to level 20 today.

Although he has not used this body flexibly in battle.But the current loss is a result he can afford.If you don't seize the opportunity now and try to learn in battle.

Then maybe what he has to face in the future is a battle he can't afford to lose.

At least for now, he is just "paying tuition".

Although this "tuition fee" condition is a bit shameful.

Demon combat doesn't require you to use weapons or not to use weapons, nor does it care too much about how you win.

Even if it's a sneak attack or trick, as long as you win.Even though there will still be some voices of dissatisfaction, if you win, it shows your strength.

When Mian stepped onto the high platform of the training ground, he was actually very nervous.

But fortunately, he is still good at acting.

But he can only act out some expressions that don't require too much emotional ups and downs.If he is to be an actor, then in their words, it should be a vase.It's just an expression without depth, just a straight face.

Under tension, Mian could only diffuse his thoughts.

But even if it is a vase, if it looks like Tang En.Mian thinks that there will still be quite a few people who will buy it... and there will probably be a bunch of people who will mock him.

At the moment, Marshall clearly just finished the last battle, but now he is still full of energy.

He stood on the other side of the training ground, facing Mian far away.

Mian did not underestimate the enemy, he took out his own sword from the backpack.

But when Marshall faced Mian, he let it go a lot.He didn't intend to take a weapon at all, he seemed more interested in hand-to-hand combat.

He clenched his fists and rushed towards Mian.

This is the first time Mian has fought with someone.He has been a good boy since he was a child, going to school and reading books step by step.I have never done anything too outrageous, at most I only played basketball, and when I played football, I would have bumps and bruises with other boys.To really talk about fighting, this is indeed the first time.

But for the first time, it was a "fight" of this level, and the intensity was too great.

The moment Mian saw Marshall rushing over, he could feel a sense of fighting in his body.At the same time, the blood flowing in the body seemed to become anxious.Urging on Mian, let him break, destroy, smash.

Mian faced Marshall with his sword in hand.

Marshall's palm was like a fortress, and when he grasped the blade, the blade couldn't even break his skin.

The energy in his body was still boiling, and that energy seemed to be guiding him.

Marshall grabbed the blade with one hand, and clawed at Mian with the other.

Mian, who was holding the sword in both hands, let go of one hand, while the other hand was strong and abrupt, twisting the blade in Marshall's hand.

At the same time, he turned sideways to avoid Marshall's attack, turning into a hand that looked like a bird's claw.Marshall stepped forward with his right foot, followed by sweeping towards Mian with his left foot.

That unknown energy was attached to the sword by Mian. Mian slightly arched his knees and jumped vigorously. With the hand holding the hilt of the sword, he used the opposite force to make himself fly into the air.

The sharp blade finally cut through Marshall's palm.

Mian pressed the tip of the sword down with his own weight, and Marshall hurriedly pushed away the palm holding the sword, and then quickly backed away.

After landing on the ground, Mian took advantage of the victory to pursue. When his sword tip was only a dozen or twenty centimeters away from Marshall, suddenly—a sharp strip-shaped thing pierced through Mian's stomach.

"Oh--!"

There were various voices from the audience.

But it was all blurred, and couldn't get into Mian's ears.

Mian lowered his head, and he saw that it was the tail protruding from his stomach.

That tail... was still dripping with his own blood.

Marshall raised his head and laughed loudly, "Twain, you are still too young."

As he spoke, he swung his tail back and forth in Mian's wound, widening the wound even more.

The surrounding demons watching this scene gave out applause.

They were excited about this scene.

Tang En, who was always clean and tidy, was stained with blood at this moment.The fragile appearance is like a vulnerable human race.How could they not be happy with the feeling of holding another demon's life and death like this.

Not just excitement, but even hopelessness.

But that's not emotional.

That's what they instinctively do.

This is the bloody side of the devil. At this moment, the idea of ​​killing the opponent has completely covered the other side.

Demons focus on the present and don't think about the future.

The bloodiness and the characteristic of never knowing restraint made Marshall's eyes completely bloodshot.

"Pfft-"

That sharp claw pierced Mian's shoulder, splashing blood onto his face, the ground, and into... his eyes.