Everyone wants to kill me [demon]

"What does this mean?" An Cheng frowned when he thought of the bruise on Tian Ming's neck that had not completely faded away.

"It's not my decision either. Centralized breeding of half-demons has already been implemented, but Tian Ming... you are unwilling to take him away. After discussions with the higher-ups of the demon world, it was decided that the Condemnation Hall will monitor and appoint a stalker."

It seems that the demon world doesn't have such a big opinion on him, and let the hunter who seriously injured him monitor him... Although he doesn't want his own life at the moment, it seems that he doesn't want to make himself feel better.

When Tian Ming heard the news, he clutched An Cheng's sleeve tightly, his trembling hands seemed terrified.

"How long is he going to stay?" An Cheng patted the back of Tian Ming's hand reassuringly.

"Until Tian Ming enters the Judgment Hall for centralized management," Izawa deliberately paused, and took a sip of tea, "or the decree of the demon world's 'centralized breeding of half-demons' will be invalidated."

The stalker arrived in the afternoon, and starting today, they will be in the same room, and An Cheng doesn't like that handsome face no matter what.

The stalker was very silent, and he just packed his things silently when he entered the door, but this also added a touch of humanity to him - if he had any.

An Cheng only felt that he was a bit of an eyesore.

"You can return the hat to me." Although he didn't want to provoke him, An Cheng still didn't want his things to have any connection with him.

"This?" The stalker pointed to the top of his head. When he was talking, he looked like a normal monster, "Mine."

"My pattern is customized by myself, what about yours?"

"Taobao."

An Cheng was speechless...

Then Ancheng watched the stalker walking around the house wearing a hat, whether he was changing his coat or slippers, the hat was still on.

Tian Ming shrank in the corner, not daring to take a step closer.

"What's your name?" You can't always call him the stalker, An Cheng thought that the two of them might have to get along for a while, so there must be a title.

The hunter paused, and quickly replied, "Jing Jiu."

An Cheng raised his eyebrows: "You and Izawa..."

"It doesn't matter." Jing Jiu answered very simply.

Knowing the name, the stalker seemed less scary, but Tian Ming didn't feel it at all, and always followed Jing Jiu's pace to find the corner farthest from him and shrink back.

Seeing that Tian Ming didn't improve, Ancheng picked him up and put him on the bed, and began to tell bedtime stories.

Tian Ming listened carefully, and quickly relaxed and fell asleep.

"Is he your relative?"

Just after putting Tian Ming to sleep, when he heard Jing Jiu's voice suddenly, An Cheng shook his head in shock and said, "I met him for the first time in T city some time ago."

Jing Jiu tilted his head with a strange look in his eyes: "For him, you would rather go against the demon world?"

"It's not considered right," An Cheng turned his back to Jing Jiu and took off his shirt to change into pajamas. The long old scars on his back were particularly conspicuous on his fair skin. "It's just that I don't agree with some of their actions."

Ancheng felt strange and even absurd to communicate with the stalker in such a calm manner. He always thought that the stalker must be a lunatic who only knows how to kill, but he forgot that lunatics can also communicate.

Jing Jiu looked at the scar on An Cheng's back with great interest, and didn't look away until the scar was covered by the panda pajamas.

"The scars look old."

"When An Heng was naughty when he was young, he provoked the big demon. This scar was left at that time."

Jing Jiu was in a daze, and An Cheng looked at Jing Jiu strangely: "I thought you would ask who An Heng is." After thinking about it, An Cheng laughed at himself, "That's right, An Heng is also a half-demon, and I'm afraid he's also on your list."

Thinking of An Heng, An Cheng looked at Jing Jiu with sharper eyes: "It's really incomprehensible that a lunatic like you can talk to people normally."

The sarcasm in the words only made Jing Jiu slightly raise his eyebrows, and the long silence almost made Ancheng feel a little guilty, until Jing Jiu's cell phone rang, and Ancheng rang again, and in front of him was a murderous monster without blinking an eye.

"Changping Street?"

Hanging up the phone, Jing Jiu looked at Ancheng with interest: "The traitor half-demon of the Condemnation Hall, I need to recycle and reuse it. I'm afraid you need to go with me as my surveillance object."

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A careful machine split into two chapters~