Devil's Department Store

Harry was getting ready to go out, circling the room.

Miser looked at him for a while and said, "Looking for a coat? It's hanging in the back."

The vampire turned to look at him warily.

Miser said, "It's easy to wrinkle if you pile it up like that, so I put it away for you."

Harry gave him a cold look and said, "Mind your own business."

Miser showed a motherly smile at the young man, without any intention of being offended, and said gently: "Be careful outside, don't be fooled by others, and come back to the store if you encounter problems."

Harry didn't even look at him and went back to get his coat.

Miser smiled and shook his head: "This child."

Robert, who was lying on the table and watching: "..."

The little kitten shivered from Miser's disgusting feeling. It had always suspected that the other party was actually looking for an excuse to take revenge on the vampire. It turned out that it had been more than a week. Miser really cared about Harry's health and care, so maybe it was a plan Really?

Robert couldn't help but began to reflect, could it be that it thought Miser too badly?In fact, he is a good devil with a genetic mutation?But will the good devil let a little cat do all the housework and settle the score?Could it be that it is actually wrong?Is the kitten supposed to be so hardworking?

Robert was doubting his life, and Harry came out of the room, wearing a coat with bulging pockets.

Miser asked with concern, "What did you take?"

Harry asked back mercilessly, "What does that have to do with you?"

Miser showed a hurt expression, and the vampire sneered: "Stop your little tricks, Succubus."

Harry was still a boy, he looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he was handsome, saying such words at this age really made people feel hard fisted. Even Robert couldn't help but get angry, but Mi Ser didn't say anything, just watched Harry strode out of the Devil's Department Store worriedly.

"Return the product," Robert said to Miser sincerely, "while there is still time."

Miser ignored it, and worried to himself: "I always feel uneasy. When Harry came back these two days, he always smelled of tobacco and alcohol. At his age, did he meet some bad people outside? "

Robert: "..."

Robert said with difficulty: "Are you serious?"

Miser: "Huh?"

What Miser said just now had so many flaws, Robert didn't even know where to start from the beginning!It actually misunderstood Miser!The succubus really intends to influence this Harry with maternal love!

Robert collected himself and managed to regain his composure.

Although the vampire named Harry is very annoying, it is not a bad thing for Miser to help him—it is better for the succubus to become better than the succubus to become bad!If Miser's conscience really finds out, maybe it doesn't even need to work!

Thinking of this, Robert felt that he should support Miser, and help Miser save this lost vampire, and let him feel the warmth of home!

The little cat strengthened his confidence, looked at Miser, and said, "If you are really worried about him, why don't you follow him out to have a look? I can stay and look at the store."

Miser slowly turned his attention to Robert. Robert thought that the other party was worried that he was too busy with a cat, and was about to say that he still needed help from Benben, when Miser suddenly realized: "You are right, I can still do it. Go out and have a look, why didn’t I think of it.”

Just as Robert was about to speak, Miser stroked it, ordered "look at the shop carefully", turned around and went out.

Robert stretched his neck and shouted, "Come on Miser! You can do it!"

-

Harry no longer knew what he wanted.

At first, he wanted love, but there was only a cold home. Later, he wanted people to care about, but he was left in the vampire clan. Then what he wanted seemed to be freedom, and now he did get it , but why doesn't he feel happy at all?

He was aware of the succubus's pretentious concern, but he was not moved at all, only disgusted. In his opinion, Miser's behavior was no different from the vampire who gave him his first embrace. They were all hypocritically treating him well. , Turning his head, it's not just forgetting, he is nothing to them.

Harry took a deep breath, it doesn't matter, he will find someone who really cares about him.

Just two days ago, he had met a group of people who might not have been very nice, but whose attention did feed a vampiric void.

Harry stayed with them now when he was free. Anyway, he was a vampire, and even if these people had bad intentions, they couldn't hurt him.

After Harry left the Devil's Department Store, he turned into an alley with ease. It was already dark, and seven or eight well-dressed men and women gathered here to smoke and chat.

"Harry is here!"

"Oh, little Harry!"

"What are you talking about, this is our boss!"

The youngest in this group must be seventeen or eighteen years old, and there are still some in their twenties. Such enthusiasm slowed down Harry's stinky face, and even revealed a faint smile.

A beautiful woman came over and took Harry's arm, rubbing against him with a smile: "Dear Harry, do you want to buy us a drink today?"

The young man didn't like this very much, he frowned, and pulled out his hand with a little force, the woman was not annoyed, she admired and said ambiguously: "Ah, your strength is really great~"

There was an obscene laugh from the crowd.

Harry ignored it, took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket, and threw them on the ground, and the group of people rushed to pick them up, praising and praising them all while picking them up. Harry's generosity.

Harry had a smile on his face, he didn't care why these people cared about him, at least when he spoke, someone was willing to listen, and if he wanted to leave, these people would keep him from the bottom of their hearts, they needed him.

"Okay, it's almost done," Harry said when they had almost finished collecting the money, "Let's go."

The woman next to Harry saw that Harry was about to turn outside, so she quickly pulled him back and said with a smile, "Wait a minute, we won't go to the bar today! We found another fun place!"

In fact, Harry didn't care where he was going. He didn't drink when he entered the bar. Hearing what the woman said, he nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."

Seeing that he agreed, the woman smiled happily, and secretly winked at the others, then took Harry's hand and walked out.

The place to go was a bit far away. Several people took two taxis and drove for more than an hour. When Harry got out of the car, he saw a magnificently decorated villa. The boy frowned and looked at the woman beside him suspiciously.

The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "I don't think you drink alcohol, so I took the trouble to find a club. It's fun inside, and you will definitely like it!"

When the woman said that, Harry couldn't help being moved. It turned out that they had noticed his performance in the bar and thought of him specially, so they smiled embarrassedly and said, "Thank you."

"Hey, we are all friends, so why not thank you!"

"Hahaha, let's go!"

Harry was pulled and dragged into the gate by them, and went upstairs all the way. They giggled and humbly let Harry open the last door.

"There's a surprise prepared for you inside," the woman looked at Harry with a smile, and said mysteriously, "You must open it yourself!"

She even marked out a spot for Harry: "You stand right here."

"Surprise", Harry seemed to have never experienced these two words in his life, which made him eager to try. He believed the other party without hesitation, stood obediently, and then opened the door with full expectation.

Then, there was a gunshot.

With a bang, Harry was shot in the chest and was thrown heavily to the ground. When he was about to get up to fight back, he found weakly that it was a silver bullet specially aimed at vampires!

The punks who tricked Harry screamed, and only when they realized that Harry couldn't move, they carefully gathered together again and watched Harry's tragic situation with smiles.

"Sorry kid, life is so dangerous, didn't your mother tell you not to trust strangers casually? Oh, no, you are a monster without a mother, hahahaha!"

The woman who had been clinging to Harry before also smiled and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, trust me, Harry, I really stopped them. After all, you give us money every day, but there is no way, you give too little at a time. It’s okay to drink and drink, but it’s not enough to find other fun, and the boss’s buyout price is even more exciting.”

Harry couldn't hear the words after that, but he almost understood what was going on, that he had been cheated, again, and was about to pay the worst price he had ever done so many times.

Harry looked at them angrily, hissing and snarling at them with his fangs poking out of the corners of his mouth.

But this group of people were not afraid of him at all, and even made fun of him, until the person who paid for him came out, and the group of gangsters moved away.

"Don't be so nervous," the man who looked almost 50 years old smiled disgustingly and comforted Harry: "This injury will be fine, and I will be good to you. Your friends are just trying to help you find a better one." It's just life."

The fat on the man's face trembled, and his eyes salivated over Harry's face: "You look so good, vampire...Look at this skin, and the eternal youth, from now on, you are My people..."

Harry instantly understood what this man meant. Although he was already more than 15 years old, he had been staying in the vampire village and had never been exposed to such things. For a while, he only felt humiliated and disgusted, and his whole brain was blank , I can't even find a bad word to call this fat pig.

Just as Harry was struggling and trying to get up from the ground to escape, a familiar voice sounded behind everyone.

"Your people? Did you ask me for my opinion before saying this?"

Harry raised his head in shock, only to see the succubus from Devil's Department Store meandering up the stairs, walking towards this side.

"Catch up," Miser said to Harry with a smile, and then there was some reproach in his tone: "Didn't I tell you before going out, don't be deceived by others, why are you disobedient?"

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Miser's heart: Damn it, my taxi fare!