I make a lot of money from vests

Zenyuan Shier put away his long knife, apparently intending to stop the fight.

Yuan Yi did not let down his vigilance, who knows when he will stab him again.

To exorcise the curse spirit, but also to focus on Zenyuan Shier who will find other things at any time.

So tired... When will Zenyuan Shier die...

Yuan Yi dejectedly inspected the floors and came to the dead man's dormitory.

There was a seal on the outside of the door, and a very strong smell of blood came from inside.

Zenyuan Shier frowned and covered his nose, and before Yuan Yi could tear off the seal, he kicked the door open.

Bloody smell mixed with moldy smell rushed towards the face, and a chilly breath came out from the house.

Yuan Yi said decisively: "Master Chanyuan, if you want to be my student, you need some tests."

Zenyuan Shier: "Teacher Atobe, you are not afraid, are you?"

Yuan Yi: "Will this uncle be afraid? A joke."

When he walked into the room, his eyes were dazzling red.

The walls, the ceiling... were all stained red with blood, and there were tiny pieces of meat on the dark red quilt.

The picture was really unsightly, and the rotten smell hit Yuan Yi's nose, making him want to vomit.

There is no magic spirit in the room, only a large amount of magic power is filthy.

The whole building was red as if it had boiled, and the walls were scorching hot.

The higher you go, the higher the temperature.

Yuan Yi took off his coat and put it on his shoulders.

The sweat on his forehead fell to the ground, and was instantly evaporated dry by the hot ground.

Zenyuan Shier's hair was wet with sweat, sticking sticky to his head.

A tennis ball rolled across the ground, and the condensed ice was instantly evaporated.

The fog steamed up, and the whole building became even hotter.

There was a chewing sound at the corner of the stairs.

Zenyuan Shier didn't remind Yuan Yi, and watched him walk into the trap of the curse spirit with cold eyes.

Just as he was about to step upstairs, Chanyuan Shier suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him down vigorously.

"Chanyuan Shier, why are you crazy?"

"idiot."

The stairs started bubbling, and hot red lava rolled out of it.

The flaming mantra emerged from the magma, its face was occupied by a huge eye, and it was spinning 360 degrees.

Only then did Yuan Yi realize that if Shier of the Zen Academy hadn't pulled him off, he would have stepped into the magma that was enough to melt him.

He turned his head and said stiffly, "Thank you."

Zenyuan Shier pressed his shoulders, leaned close to him and said ambiguously: "You are welcome, Teacher Atobu gave me room and board, I have to know how to be grateful."

This man can only die by his hands.

Yuan Yi shook off his hand that was pressing on his shoulder, and began to deal with the corridor.

Zenyuan Shier didn't do anything wrong, and Yuan Yi easily exorcised the curse spirit that prevented them from going upstairs.

Along the way, Zenyuan Shier closely followed Yuan Yi like a pendant.

Yuan Yi was a little tired, and if the Chanyuan was really all right, could he go to work in a factory?

Followed him all the time, people who didn't know thought he came out with Chanyuan Shier.

Are the two men inseparable?

"Mr. Chanyuan, can you stop following me?"

Zenyuan Shi Er shrugged, shamelessly said: "No."

Yuan Yi didn't know what he was paying attention to, and he didn't dare to let his guard down at all.

All the way up to the rooftop, a large amount of mantra power was leaked to the ground.

After breaking the chain and pushing the door open, there were many corpses lying here and there on the roof.

It looks like it was added just today.

Yuan Yi gripped the tennis racket tightly, using the tennis racket as a knife, and started fighting with the curse spirit entrenched on the rooftop.

In formal battles, Yuan Yi is still more accustomed to his own fighting style.

Zenyuan Shier leaned against the door and was watching the battle.

His fighting style is very special, it looks chaotic, but he can accurately see the enemy's weakness and strike the enemy precisely.

Yuan Yi has been attacking and hardly defending.

Sometimes they use themselves as bait to create opportunities for themselves to attack.

From the looks of it, it seemed that it was a desperate style of play practiced by fighting with many people.

Zenyuan Shi'er had a complex expression, always feeling that at a certain moment, he saw his own shadow in him.

He stretched out his hand, subconsciously stroking the scar on the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but think of what happened at the Chanyuan home before.

At that time, he was still young, and everyone in the Chanyuan family looked down on him, a person who was born in the Zenyuan family but had no magic power at all.

Among those who look down on him, his parents are also included.

Since he can remember, his parents have said more than once that "it is because of him that their status has plummeted", and beating and scolding him is common.

The distorted character was developed at that time.

"What a waste. He has no spell power at all, and he can't even see the spirit of the spell. Such a person might as well die in the monastery."

The man picked him up and threw him to the ground.

This is the place where the family of the Buddhist monastery kept the mantra spirits in captivity. His five keen senses from birth told him that this place was very dangerous.

The man stood by the door, his whole body hidden in the darkness, he closed the door casually, shutting out all the light as well.

The curse spirits who sensed the human breath swarmed out.

Zenyuan Shier didn't have any reaction time, so he quickly got up and started the battle with the curse spirit.

He couldn't see the mantra, and could only rely on his senses to perceive the movement of the mantra.

I don't know if the curse spirit is in front of me, and I don't know when the curse spirit will start attacking.

He can only have the talent he was born with to fight these curse spirits born out of human malice.

Without the magic power, the curse spirit cannot be exorcised.In order to survive, he had to fight endlessly with the curse spirit, his body was dripping with blood, and every cell was screaming "tired".

He raised his hand to wipe off the blood covering his eyes, even though he had no strength, he still did not dare to relax.

After an unknown amount of time, the closed door reopened.

There was light seeping out little by little, and the curse spirit was frightened by the power of the spell, and began to flee.

Zenyuan Shier lay on the ground, facing the light, looking at the man who looked down at him from a high position.

So what if he doesn't have the magic power, he can still contend with the magic spirit, and he can still tear down the high-ranking people abruptly.

A knife was thrown beside him.

The man's voice was cold, without any ups and downs: "Alive? It's not useless at all."

The door was closed again.

The curse spirit that was not suppressed by the spell power struck again, Zenyuan Shier picked up the spell tool on the ground.

There is only one word in my head - kill.

There was blood all over the ground, and the long knife was drawn from the body of the person blocking in front of him.

He kicked away the corpse lying at his feet, and was thrown into the pile of cursed spirits when he was young, and the scar left by the corner of his mouth when he fought with the cursed spirits was raised viciously.

The blood of his own blood dripped from the tip of the knife, and the sky was overcast.

Like killing a curse spirit, he killed all the Zenyuan family.

Every step you take is stained with blood.

The meandering blood continued to flow out, flowing out of the gate of the Chanyuan home, all the way forward.

He stepped out of the wall that surrounded him, and cut out his future path abruptly with a knife.

Yuan Yi put away the tennis racket, and he expelled the last curse spirit.

The sky covered by the tent was gray, Shi Er leaned against the door with his eyes closed.

Yuan Yi and the curse spirit were fighting, and they had been distracted to pay attention to the movement of Zenyuan Shier, but when he exorcised the curse spirit, Zenyuan Shier did not make any moves.

He didn't know what he was thinking, and his murderous aura was as real as it was.

A tennis ball rolled to his feet, and the yellow ball occupied his entire vision.

Yuan Yi was wearing a coat, the corners of which were blown up by the wind.

The setting sun behind him was gradually setting, and it was full of rays of light.

The Chanyuan let out a displeased "chick".

It's so bright it's annoying.

After completing the side mission, Yuan Yi received a lot of rewards.

Zenyuan Shier lived in his villa, and did not treat him as an outsider at all, and he was very comfortable in commanding his mechanical servants.

Ever since Chanyuan Shi Er shamelessly moved in, Chanyuan Hui's expression has remained paralyzed.

He thought he had temporarily got rid of his unlucky father, but he didn't expect his unlucky father to stick to him.

"Little devil, what's that look on your face?"

Zen Yuanhui passed by him with a cold face, leaving a sentence of "hate your expression".

Zenyuan Shier rolled his eyes, and stuffed the crystal cup on the table into his pocket.

He found a big bag and dragged it around the villa.

It looks like a very valuable vase, Zenyuan Shier put the flowers in the vase and put the vase in the bag.

The valuable Western paintings are also installed.

The valuables downstairs were almost packed, Zenyuan Shier carried the bag and walked to Yuanyi's gate.

He took out a wire and pried open Yuanyi's door in two or three strokes.

The room is tidy and clean, and the sanitation is all cleaned by robot servants, and you don't have to do it yourself.

Walking into the room, there is a tangy rose fragrance.

Zenyuan Shier mocked: "Bad taste."

There was an unopened bottle of red wine on the table, Zenyuan Shier directly put the red wine into the bag.

He pushed open the closet door, full of red silk nightgowns.

Zenyuan Shier: "..."

Terrible taste.

He ransacked the room and packed away all the valuables.

The big bags are full, and there are many valuables in the whole villa.

Shier of the Chanyuan knew that he could not vacate it all at once, anyway, he would live here for a long time, and sooner or later he would be able to sell all the valuable things for a lot of money.

After selling the things, Zenyuan Shier went to the casino.

The money that was just received, was lost without a penny left.

It's not even warmed up yet.

Yuan Yi always felt something was wrong when he returned home after finishing his mission.

He looked at the empty wall, where did the western paintings used for decoration go?

Not only is the Western painting gone, but the cup he drank from is also missing...

None of the vases in the corridor were left.

Yuan Yi quickly went upstairs, the door was ajar, he had a premonition that something was wrong.

The red wine on the table was gone, and several pajamas were missing from the closet.

Yuan Yi took a deep breath and dialed the phone.

"Hello? Is it a lock changing company? I need to change a door lock that can't be picked no matter what."

After changing the door lock, Yuan Yi specifically asked the robot servant not to let Chanyuan Shier in.

Zenyuanhui held the milk with a happy expression.

He tried to pull the door down. It was very strong, and it was absolutely impossible for someone who didn't know the password to open it.

He drank all the milk in a good mood, and was very happy to ask Zenyuan Shier again.

After taking a shower, Yuan Yi poured himself a glass of red wine.

He is also in a very low mood now, there is no annoying Chanyuan Shier next door, and he feels that the air is much fresher.

The lost Chan Yuan Shi Er slowly returned to the villa.

There was no room for a key on the door.

He chuckled: "Think you can stop me like this? It's really simple."

He walked around to the back, looked at the lighted windows above his head, and climbed up in two or three strokes.

Zenyuan Shi Er pushed open the window and greeted Yuan Yi who was drinking red wine in a good mood.

"Ms. Atobe, drinking red wine late at night is very enjoyable."

Yuan Yi quickly lowered the corner of his mouth, and the goblet in his hand was abruptly broken by him, spilling a little red wine.

Damn it, why does this person linger on!