Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

In order to separate his brother's soul from the demon, Yan Xiao became an exorcist.

Probably because of his higher talent, in just four years, his ability has grown rapidly, and now he is stronger than many exorcists. As long as he handles cases by his hands, he has not failed so far.

Except this one in front of you.

Yan Xiao regained his composure and took back the cross, "You are not Ni Ke, nor are you an evil spirit, who are you?"

"I'm your uncle." Fang Zhuo was very angry. Lao Tzu's well-clothed vest would be picked up as soon as he said it, and the boss behind him heard what happened.

What a fucking embarrassment.

Yan Xiao's expression was also bad, with warning and hostility in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Fang Zhuo was not afraid of him, and broke the pot in frustration, "I have neither cheated nor harmed anyone. Who am I, where do I come from, and what does it have to do with you?"

He paused, then sneered, "It's you, Ni Ke's death must have something to do with you."

Yan Xiao thought of Ni Ke's appearance before his death, and his face became complicated. It was the first time he realized that the demon he called his brother had completely lost control.

This kind of out of control happened once when he just opened the seal and released his brother three years ago.

He didn't know exactly what happened, he only knew that when his brother reappeared, he had become docile.

At that time, he was very naive and conceited, imagining that he could separate two souls through his existing abilities, but he never thought that this demon was unexpectedly powerful, and he couldn't control it at all.

If it weren't for the devil to retain half of his brother's consciousness, the consequences would be even more dire than now.

"About Ni Ke's matter, I can only say sorry, I am indeed responsible." Yan Xiao's voice was low, completely gone from his previous arrogance.

Fang Zhuo said, "You just need to tell me whether you killed the person yourself."

Yan Xiao said, "It is."

Fang Zhuo sneered, punched him with a fist, and asked Yan Xiao while clutching Yan Xiao's clothes, "You changed his aerosol?"

Yan Xiao still gave the same answer.

Fang Zhuo let go of him, "You and Ni Ke have no grievances, it is impossible to put him to death, who are you covering for?"

"No one." Yan Xiao wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Then what about you, why are you possessing this body?"

Fang Zhuo knew that this person was fighting against him, and if he didn't get the answer he wanted today, Yan Xiao would not give up.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt Damon's hand pinching his neck. Unlike before, the boss stuck out his nails.

The fingertips are hard and long, just enough to hold his Adam's apple, "I'll talk about it after I think about it."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

When you get someone hooked, you have to cut Dimon's nails. You don't pay much attention to personal hygiene.

Fang Zhuo showed an impatient expression to Yan Xiao, and said angrily, "There was a car accident before, and when I woke up, I was already in this body. Don't ask me why, I don't know anything."

The first half is fake, and the second half is true, so he didn't blush or heartbeat when he said this, and he didn't feel guilty at all.

Damon felt his state of mind, while Yan Xiao was also guessing the authenticity of his words.

After a while, Yan Xiao said, "Then what are your plans for the future?"

"Live well." Thinking of the cross in Yan Xiao's hand, Fang Zhuo guessed that he should be a believer, "I think it must be God's grace to be reborn. I just want to cherish this grace, cherish the current life, and the encounters in life. people."

Yan Xiao was really touched, he hung the cross back around his neck, "After all, you are not Ni Ke, and your soul and body cannot be fully integrated. If you do evil and your soul is infected with evil, I will definitely get rid of you as soon as possible." Lose."

Fang Zhuo didn't say a word, because of Ni Ke's matter, he now has a lot of opinions on Yan Xiao.

It was even guessed that Ni Ke's death was probably done by the devil behind him.

The second after Yan Xiao left, Fang Zhuo was pushed against the door from behind by Daemon.

His intuition told him that the demon boss seemed to be in a bad mood.

Fang Zhuo blinked desperately, trying to squeeze out a few tears and win a little tenderness from the devil, but his eyes were not up to snuff, and couldn't flow out no matter what.

Just as he was about to call for systematic electric shock therapy, he suddenly bit the back of his neck.

Damon's teeth happened to scrape the scab on the back of his neck, and he forced the scab off, it hurt like tearing,

In the crescent-shaped nail print, new pink flesh had grown, leaving a small depression. Damon's nail sank again, and Fang screamed in pain.

"What are you crazy about!"

He clearly felt that the flesh was pierced, and some hardness entered the flesh, as if it was about to reach the neck bone.

Seeing that little crescent deepened and blood gushed out again, Damon finally let go of his hand and wiped away the blood with his thumb, "I really want to take out your soul to see who you really are."

Fang Zhuo gasped in pain, facing the door with a hurt expression, "Is it really that important who I am?"

He choked up, "Whether I'm Ni Ke or not, it's true that I like you, and it's true that I treat you well. Are these things denied just because I'm not?"

After talking a long list, Fang Zhuo moved himself. I overcame the huge psychological fear to approach you and surrender to you. You are actually tangling who the hell I am.

All the previous efforts were in vain.

This time, there is no need for electric shock therapy, and there is no need to self-harm and pinch his thighs. Fang Zhuozhen cried because of Damon's words, and also because of the backlog of emotions in several worlds.

Don't you like to watch me cry? I'll give you enough to cry once.

Fang Zhuo's cry was like a wild horse running wild in the room.

233, "You can do it, you will lose your breath if you cry again."

Fang Zhuo said, "I can't stop."

233, "I can't save you until I cry to death."

Fang Zhuo cried even harder.

Damon let go of his hand, and he simply sat on the ground, crying and twitching, the mixture of snot and tears was disgusting and distressing.

"Okay." Damon frowned slightly, watching the tears trickle down his cheeks and onto the young man's arms.

I don't have the desire to invade in the past, but I feel a little at a loss, not knowing what to do with the young man.

He ignored the discomfort in his heart, looked condescendingly at the person squatting on the ground, and said expressionlessly, "Don't think that you can escape by doing this."

The half-truth and half-false trick was exposed, Fang Zhuo was so ashamed and indignant that he was about to die of embarrassment.

Damon picked him up from the ground and wiped his tears away.

Fang Zhuo was taken aback by the man's gentle movements, thinking that this matter was about to end, he was secretly happy, and then he heard the man suddenly laugh out of nowhere.

"Little things change pretty quickly," Dimon said.

How did he know about my psychological change!

Fang Zhuo's heart floated in mid-air, and instantly fell to the bottom of the valley. He blinked several times guilty, tears hanging on his eyelashes, and were drawn into his mouth by the tip of the man's tongue.

Damon's fingers landed on the back of his neck, rubbing gently.

Fang Zhuo felt that the skin was burning hot, and there was a subtle tingling pain, he finally understood, no wonder the original owner had no memory of the tattoo, it turned out that this thing was made by Damon!

"What did you do to me?" Fang Zhuo asked hoarsely.

Damon looked at the vigilance and fear in the young man's eyes, and felt that it was much more pleasing to the eye than his sad look before, and the evil factors in his flesh and blood began to cause trouble.

He leaned close to the young man's ear, "This is a mark that belongs exclusively to the Capet family. After marking you, you can always feel your state of mind and existence."

"It's like a chain around your neck. As long as the contract is not released, you will never be able to escape my control."

"Whether you are Ni Ke himself or not, your soul is mine."

Fang Zhuo was stunned, this thing is really fun.

Wait, something's wrong, he seems to have heard the word "state of mind" just now... Fuck, before that he was duplicity, nervously lying, all men knew?

Fang Zhuo was desperate, it was so kind that Daemon didn't kill him.

Seeing the young man's pale face, Damon guessed what he was thinking, and his lowered voice was sexy and magnetic, "Do you now know how stupid I was before?"

Fang Zhuo didn't know which answer would make the boss happy, he didn't dare to nod or shake his head, his mind was full of running mud horses.

There was a smile on Damon's face, which was indescribably weird.

He deliberately didn't speak, and used silence to exert pressure. In less than 2 minutes, he clearly felt the tension of the young man.

In fact, the matter of concealing his identity is not a big deal. The bad thing is that he made an exchange with Damon. He must be honest with men. How could the devil allow his subjects to conceal and deceive him?

Fang Zhuo felt pain in the back of his neck, he must have been poked out a bloody hole, but he didn't dare to shout, he opened his mouth tremblingly, "What I just told Yan Xiao was true, I didn't dare to tell the truth before You, because I thought you were just an ordinary person, and I would be afraid if I knew about it."

He tried hard quietly, trying to suppress the redness of his eyes, but the round of howling and crying just now had drained his tears, so he had no choice but to use the old routine.

Bite the tip of your tongue.

Fang Zhuo was really ruthless this time, and his mouth was full of blood. He knew that the devil was bloodthirsty, so he deliberately licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and the fishy sweetness spread in the air.

He blinked his foggy eyes, "I didn't dare to tell you later because I knew you were a devil and was afraid that you would kill me."

He saw Damon's fingernail sticking out, black, pointed and long, and it just poked at the back of his neck.

abnormal.

Fang Zhuo retreated in fear and was pulled back.

Daemon lowered his head and pressed against the tip of his nose, his voice was like a soft whisper, "When did you know my identity, and how did you know?"

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Yeah, how do I know?Oh, it's the system.

Fang Zhuo subconsciously wanted to tell the truth, but was restricted and couldn't open his mouth.He apologized in his heart, see, I also want to hide it from you, it's all God's fault.

He made up a saying, "Before I went abroad, I was different from others, and I could see things that they couldn't see."

"In the East it's called Yin-Yang Eye, in the West it's called psychic."

Damon's nails poked on his heart, "Then tell me, in your eyes, what do I look like?"

Fang Zhuo remembered that the demons in the movie were all festered, and some of them didn't even have hair, and the length of their hands, feet and limbs were extremely uncoordinated with their bodies.

But Daemon used to be a god, so he should be different from those demons who were eaten by the dark hell.

His eyes carefully described the man's appearance, "You have a pair of pale amber eyes, a high nose, and your lips are always pursed seriously, giving off a strong sense of oppression when you are not speaking."

"When you smile, there is no emotion in your eyes, only the corners of your mouth are slightly raised, but when you, when you..."

Hearing the man's inflected breathing, Fang was hesitant to speak, and his face turned red.

"Who am I?" Terrified that the nails disappeared, and Bai's slender hands got into Fang Zhuo's clothes, "Continue talking."

"When you're excited." Fang Zhuo tried his best to recall how Dimon made trouble. Damn, it's scarier than not making trouble.

"The eyes will turn red, very excited."

He looked at Damon silently, the right boss, it is the current look, please keep it.

Fang Zhuo guessed right, Damon is indeed very different from ordinary demons.

Although he lost his godhead and fell into hell, the blood in his body still has the golden color that only the gods above him have. This gave him immortality and the ability to heal everything, and it also made him a demon. A target to shred and devour.

For Damon, the experience at the beginning of falling into hell was not too gloomy to recall, on the contrary, blood and killing brought a different color to his dark life.

He even enjoys pervertedly, enjoying the state of emotional fluctuations.

Those stinky demon blood disgusted him, but also excited him, so he stepped on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and became one of the three major demons in hell.

Damon lowered his eyes and looked at the trembling young man.

The brief silence almost drained all of Fang Zhuo's courage, and just when he thought he had guessed wrong, the man finally said, "I didn't expect Ni Ke to be so powerful."

The tone seemed to be praising kindergarten children.

Fang Zhuo decided that it is necessary to let the man know that he has something even better.

He grasped the clothes on the man's chest tightly, his fingers were trembling, and in a short sentence, he spent all his acting skills in his life, "No matter what you look like, even if you are like other demons, I still like you."

When the young man spoke, his eyes flickered, cowardly and frightened.

But he still mustered the last bit of courage, stuck out his tongue recklessly, licked the man's lips, and stained all the blood on the tip of his tongue on his lips.

Damon couldn't help but licked his lower lip. Perhaps Ni Ke was so obedient now, he actually felt that the blood was sweeter than ever before.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Damon's voice was hoarse, full of danger, and his eyes were completely stained red.

You know, in the past it was done half-heartedly, but now it is actively asked for.

Although he is the one who bears it, emotionally, he takes the initiative.

He wants Dimon to know that, whether it is sex or love, both parties are equal and have the same initiative.

Fang Zhuo slept soundly that night, and under the nourishment of God's lust, all the physical discomfort caused by the journey the day before disappeared.

The only bad thing is that his voice is hoarse. In order to increase his favorability, he said nine hundred and ninety-nine sentences last night that I like you.

The system helps count, he said.

Naturally, Dimon won't express too much, but the data is there. At present, the relationship line has already got three small stars.

What is worrying is the plot line, which died at two and a half, and refused to move no matter what.

The return trip went smoothly without any accidents.

As soon as Fang Zhuo and Song Hengzhou entered the door, they bumped into Lu Song who was about to go out. Lu Song's eyes were very red, as if he had just cried.

"What's wrong with you?"

It was fine if Fang Zhuo didn't say anything, but when Lu Song said it, he actually cried out, holding Fang Zhuo tightly with both hands.

Song Hengzhou stayed here for the past few days and became acquainted with Lu Song. He was dumbfounded when he saw the current situation, and kept asking what was going on.

Lu Song held back a lot of things in his heart, especially after receiving the bad news today, the belief that had supported him for a long time was finally crushed.

"This morning, the police found several skeletons in an abandoned chemical factory in the suburbs." Lu Song choked up, "One of them was my former boyfriend."

No one in this house knew about Lu Song's boyfriend, let alone anyone. That boyfriend had been missing for three years.

The location of the missing person was also on Langton Street.

Lu Song went abroad in high school, and then met his first love boyfriend.

On his 17th birthday, Chulian and a group of friends celebrated his birthday at a bar. Halfway through, Chulian said to get him a gift in the car and never came back.

At that time, there were not so many surveillance cameras near Langton Street, and the police could not find any clues. Half a year later, the case was closed.

The only one who didn't give up was Lu Song.

Love in adolescence is always unforgettable, and besides, my little first love is still in a state where no one is dead, no corpse is alive.

But the sea of ​​people is vast, and Lu Song's power is too small, and there are almost no other ways to find it except posting on the Internet.

It wasn't until the first case of disappearance this year that he finally had a direction.

By the time of the second incident, he had already determined that the disappearance of his boyfriend must have something to do with Langton Street, the alley, or the bar next to the alley.

Now, the first love finally has news, but there is only a pile of bones left.

After listening to him, Fang Zhuo suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Lu Song was so interested in that alley. It turned out that it was not a simple spiritual adventure, but to find out the whereabouts of his first love.

Fang Zhuo handed him a tissue, "Besides your boyfriend, whose bones belong to them?"

"It's the three people who disappeared recently. By the way, one of them is from your class, named Alex."

As Lu Song spoke, his emotions broke down again, and he buried his face on Fang Zhuo's shoulder, crying out of breath.

Fang Zhuo patted him on the shoulder, racking his brains on how to comfort him, when a hand pressed down on the back of his neck.

He didn't need to look back, he knew who it was, and immediately retracted his hand.

Lu Song stopped crying immediately when he saw Daemon, not to mention him, even Song Hengzhou who was muttering and eating stopped, not daring to take a breath.

Dimon has a very unique aura that can make people shut up in minutes.

He sat down beside Fang Zhuo, opened the book slowly, and said softly, "Go ahead."

With such a great god present, the already heavy atmosphere in the living room became even more suffocating. Everyone silently agreed, and then Lu Song left home and went to the police station.

The incident on Langton Street became a dark cloud in Fang Zhuo's heart. He was a little absent-minded even at the bird meeting at night, and he didn't turn his attention back until he was punished twice maliciously.

After finishing the work, he pawed stickily on the man's chest.

"You said that the disappearance on Langton Street is related to the demon in Bruce's story?" Fang Zhuo asked muttering.

Damon was very unaccustomed to having a piece of hot brown candy on his body, so he pushed the man away, and the young man came back on his stomach again, hugging him tightly.

"You are a lot more courageous than before."

Fang Zhuo pretended not to hear, and asked again, "If it's really a devil, would you take action?"

"No," Damon said.

That kind of dirty thing is not worth his hands.

"However." He opened his eyes in the darkness, "If you wish, it's not impossible, but you must take out another precious thing and exchange it with me."

"..."

Fang Zhuo's heart was bleeding, routine, routine again.

He put his cheek on one side, pretending to be asleep, and put his ear on his cold chest.

Daemon's chest was very quiet and did not rise and fall. Fang Zhuo suddenly felt sad. He tried to stretch his arms and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, trying to give him more warmth.

The second time I went to school, the class was all discussing the discovery of Alex's skeleton.

"Have you heard? It is said that the bones are still gnawed by some animals, and there are still dried meat residues on them."

"There is another one from three years ago. I feel that the chemical factory is like a secret food store."

Just like some wild beasts, they hide the animals they hunted at a fixed point. When they can no longer hunt from other places, they will drag out the hoarded food to satisfy their hunger.

If they can keep hunting fresh targets, the food will be forgotten, rotting in some secret corner, never to be remembered again.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhuo shivered, and was about to pour a cup of hot water to warm his shivering heart.

Yan Xiao suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom and waved at him, "Come out, I have something to tell you."