Everyone wants to kill me [demon]

Changping Street is a famous night market street in T City. There are many fish and dragons there, and it is not so easy to find someone.

But this did not bother Jing Jiu.

"Just kill from one end of the street to the other."

Ancheng didn't know if he was telling the truth, but in order to avoid the massacre, Ancheng persuaded him for a long time, until he turned his massacre into a person who blocked the killer and killed the demon, and there was no way to make him "be kinder" up.

Tian Ming held An Cheng's hand and hid beside An Cheng, while Jing Jiu walked half a head above An Cheng on the other side of An Cheng.

Two good-looking handsome guys and a cute boy came to Changping Street at night, like a family of three shopping, which attracted many girls whispering.

The only thing that spoils the good picture is the boa constrictor on the shorter handsome guy's neck.

Jing Jiu was not affected at all, and was seriously looking for the half-demon aura, but An Cheng felt a little uncomfortable, patted Tian Ming on the head and said softly: "Want to eat candied haws? My brother will buy it for you."

"Three brothers, what a pity..." The passing girl looked regretful.

"Of course, look at the big python on that man's neck, which family has such an ugly pet?"

"Maybe they will attack in the year!"

The corners of An Cheng's mouth twitched, Tian Ming shook his head lightly, accidentally saw Jing Jiu, and shrank to An Cheng's side in horror, hugging him tightly.

Jing Jiu's footsteps stopped, Tian Ming thought that he had been discovered, and hugged An Cheng with his mouth flattened, ready to cry.

"I found it." Jing Jiu said and turned to the left.

Seeing that Jing Jiu didn't find him and walked away, Tian Ming didn't know whether to let go of his wrinkled face, hesitating whether to start crying...

Ancheng patted Tian Ming on the back, maybe he should find a psychiatrist?

Jing Jiu walked more and more sideways, gradually, the human voice was far behind them, and the smell of blood gradually increased.

It's not the first time An Cheng has seen blood, but it's the first time he has faced a half-demon cannibalism.

Various pieces of internal organs were scattered on the ground, and the cannibal half-demon stood with his back to the two of them, slowly gnawing at the heart in his hand, as if he didn't take An Cheng and the two behind him seriously.

"SR-017, it's you." Jing Jiu took out his mobile phone and called up the photo of the target.

The cannibal and half-demon turned around, swallowed the minced meat in his mouth, threw the half of the heart that had lost energy to the ground, licked the corner of his mouth and smiled, revealing the bloody teeth: "Long time no see, FS-010, I didn't expect that Shouldn't I be honored that the stalker did it himself?"

"For the sake of our old acquaintance, I will give you a choice. Go back with me yourself, or cut off limbs and send them back as experimental materials like other traitors?"

"Experimental material?" 017's face was distorted, "Hahaha! Aren't we already experimental materials? Yes, you are not, they can't do anything to you. I really envy you, you are so powerful despite being a cannibal Your power makes people jealous, so jealous that they want to kill you!"

017's figure disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he had already been pushed back two steps, clutching his bleeding shoulder.

On Jing Jiu's black sword, bright red blood dripped down the sword groove.

An Cheng's eyes widened, and he once again realized the power of the half-demon, and also re-recognized the madness of the Condemnation Hall.

"Number 10, you really deserve to be a stalker. You can resist my blood attack even if your original strength is useless. There is a running dog like you in the Condemnation Hall. I don't know...will you be bitten to death by the dog you raised one day?" !"

"I know your choice."

Jing Jiu approached step by step, but No. 017 tried to restrain himself but still could not help but back away.

"Heh, from... from the moment I decided not to work for the Condemnation Hall, I knew I was doomed. Unfortunately, I have no intention of becoming an experimental material!"

017 roared angrily, his body burst out with blue veins, as if he wanted to explode himself.

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