Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

"You just hypnotized him, not killing him." The cold voice of the system sounded in his mind again.

"You have twelve hours."

Jiang Chi let out a breath from his chest, he was actually not sure that he would succeed.

The spells he learned have always been small-scale, and this is the first time he has actually used them to deal with dangerous situations.Although it looks like it is easy to handle, in fact, even the palms are sweaty.

Because his body was so weak, he could even feel the continuous pain in his chest after being exhausted.

He frowned in distress, looked at the man who was pinned down, and was so worried that the fox's hair would fall out: "But I don't know how to solve the boss."

system:"……"

Jiang Chi stroked his chin and thought about it for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Yes, Moran knows this best, right? Let's call him out and ask if we can find out."

system:"?"

It wants to say that you know that the way to kill Night Demon is to kill Moran together, will he kill himself for you?

It's a pity that before the system could stop it, Jiang Chi had already tried to wake the man up.

System: I don't care!

The man's slack pupils gradually condensed into light amidst the hoarse cry of the silver-eyed crow.

The long eyelashes, which were covered with dew, trembled, and the man's handsome brows and eyes were once again filled with the familiar softness of the little fox.

Jiang Chi didn't know how to describe that feeling, but when he was sure that Moran had returned, he felt a sense of stability in his heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This young man who was placed on the tip of Moran Wade's heart, blooming like a rose, was throwing himself into his arms full of surprises.

"You're back!" A voice more mellow than a nightingale rang briskly beside her ears.

The man pursed his lips, showed a faint smile, and stretched out his arms to hug the happy boy, who was overflowing with hair: "Well, I'm back."

Jiang Chi complained to Moran, saying that the night demon had taken over his body and tried to kidnap him, forcing him to degenerate into a demon too.

The smile on the corner of the man's eyes froze slightly.

"Xiao Chi, show me." He softly coaxed the young man to lift the corner of his clothes, the soft cloth was sucked into Jiang Chi's lips, and the bright purple y pattern on the fat and soft flesh was reflected in the bright candlelight that was almost dazzling Next glance.

Jiang Chi was stunned and felt that this scene seemed familiar.

The silver-eyed crow flapped its huge wings and dropped a long black feather. Jiang Chi could somehow see the shadow of Father Ilya from the face of the man in front of him who bowed his head slightly.

He unconsciously wondered if the modeler of this game was too lazy.

The curse on the lower abdomen was obviously cast by the Night Demon with great effort, and unless the owner of the curse mark was killed, there was absolutely no possibility of eliminating it.

And the night demon was summoned back from hell by him for revenge.

If you want to kill the devil residing in the body, you can only destroy it together with this so-called container.

"Little late."

Jiang Chi blinked, his mouth was blocked by his pajamas and he couldn't speak, so he only asked the man blankly with his eyes.

He is so innocent that some stupid children don't know what happened.

Those people didn't even want to believe that this vase, which seemed to have nothing but beauty, hypnotized the night demon and made him retreat into Moran's body unwillingly.

They prefer to believe that this is just a bug in the game.

——I’m not saying that, everyone has seen his wife’s performance in this game, how could he single-handedly beat Night Demon and win?

——That is, I admit that this player is very beautiful, and even I am moved.But he is just a poor ordinary person who is always caught by bad guys. Can some people stop imagining, think that no one can be a vase to cause key damage, right?

——Who are you in front of? Can you stop being overly self-conscious, does your wife lack you for a heart-warming person?

Sometimes there will be some not so harmonious voices in the live broadcast room.

But these contempt for Jiang Chi, he just can't see it for the time being.

Moran's tone was very relaxed, as if he was making a harmless joke with Jiang Chi: "Do you want to kill the Night Demon?"

Jiang Chi hesitated for a moment. Although killing the big boss is a necessary condition for clearing the level, after all, he was an ordinary person before entering the game.

But Moran saw the answer from the instant displeasure with the word night devil that overflowed from his eyes.

His tone was so soft that he sighed: "As long as you think about it, I will definitely kill him."

The teenager's wet red fingertips stained with flower juice caressed the man's thin side face, and those silver-blue pupils were filled with the moonlight flowing from the sky.

Like a goddess of mercy under the moonlight.

"Mo Lan, if I hadn't lied the day we first met, would you have killed me?"

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The town of Notting is an ancient town with a history of more than 500 years. As early as when the legends of vampires and demons spread all over the world, this town has quietly existed in the world.

Therefore, it is very easy to find items related to demons here.

The tall man walked around a dark and narrow alley, pushed open the wooden door hung with brass wind chimes, and met the old man he was looking for in a crumbling low house where all the goods were placed and seemed to be collapsing at any time .

The old man, who was so old that both eyes were yellow, came out from behind the counter tremblingly leaning on a cane: "What do you want, customer!"

He yelled loudly with a mouth that lacked front teeth.

"Please speak louder like me, thank you! I'm getting old! I can't even hear clearly!"

Sergeant Dennis Bright slapped a heavy silver-plated handcuff from behind his belt.On the dark oak base, complicated and strange runes were engraved in silver water.

"I want bullets that kill demons."

The old man's cloudy eyes covered by loose eyelids widened in surprise for a moment. He picked up the wooden handle and looked at it carefully, while coughing like a broken bellows from his throat.

After he finished coughing, the old man took out a pair of thick glasses and put them on his big nose: "Hmph, a wooden bin with rune hands, young man, where did you get such a valuable thing? I’ve seen too many fake things, but this one is real.”

Trembling, he returned the wooden bin to the man, then turned to look for what the man wanted in his shelves stacked to the ceiling.

The old man didn't seem to want to ask the man what he wanted the bullet for. A smart businessman should learn to shut up when the time is right.

These densely packed products seemed to be placed in a disorderly manner, but the old man took out a locked wooden box from a corner covered in cobwebs within a short while.

He carefully opened the old-looking box in front of Officer Bright.

Inside lay an indistinct silver bullet quietly.

After staying in the dark for so long, the silver bullet showed no signs of oxidation, and the tip even shone with a biting cold light.The same runes as on the handle of the wooden warehouse were also densely packed around the bullet.

The old man picked up the bullet with fingers like a dead tree and held it up in front of the man: "This bullet is a treasure left over from the demon hunting movement. Even the most powerful demon will be pierced through the heart by it."

Officer Bright took out the prepared gold coins and piled them up in front of the old man without saying a word.

"Young man, you have a smell that doesn't belong to this world. It's better to get rid of it quickly." The old man's heavy eyelids didn't even bother to lift in front of the shining golden wealth, and he stuffed the bullet into the man's hand , Suddenly said such a sentence without thinking.

Officer Bright didn't answer anything.

He silently filled the bullet into the magazine, and then loaded the wooden warehouse with a quick movement.

The old man's voice still sounded behind him, like the night owl's ugly and hoarse howling: "I've seen too many fake things in this world, and real treasures are more precious than the moon in the sky!"

The long-abandoned church is located in the northwest of the town.

Along the direction where the moonlight falls, the man is like a real witcher in the middle ages, wearing a top hat with a lowered brim and a leather windbreaker that reaches down to the calf, walking silently on the street full of shadows.

The wild camellias around the church are in full bloom in the night, scarlet like blood flowing.

But inside it was brightly lit.

The singing of the organ circled mournfully in the night sky.

Moran Wade didn't seem to understand why Jiang Chi asked such a question. He thought it was because the young man lacked a sense of security in love, so he kissed his forehead as smooth as the moon: "No, I only kill the guilty."

He looked at his beautiful and innocent lover with lingering eyes: "And you are innocent."

He made a promise to the teenager: "I will never kill you."

Jiang Chi looked at him quietly, he was born with a pair of affectionate and moving eyes, but just looking at him so coldly made his heart skip a beat.

"No, I'm guilty."

He embraced the man and fell slowly into the blooming flowers under the statue of the Virgin Mary. The dark red flowers were squeezed out of blood-like thick and sweet juice, and the boy in white silk pajamas was standing among the blooming flowers. Smile at the man.

He took the initiative to kiss the man's lips.

"I'm guilty, I'm in love with you."

He murmured in a low voice, and then kissed his lover under the eyes of the Virgin.

Brett held a gold-plated invitation card in his hand, as well as a loaded wooden box.

This gorgeous invitation was hand-mailed by tonight's groom.

The police officer took out the wooden bin and finally stood at the door of the church.

He looked at the lovers embracing each other at the end of the red carpet with heavy eyes, even though one of them was a lover he didn't dare to say.

He is the famous Shenmu Cangshou, he hits every shot without missing a target.

He aimed the wooden barn at the man's broad back.

The silver-eyed crow uttered a cry of mourning.

The candle flame stretched by the night wind is like a spiritual streamer fluttering in the wind.

The man pulled the trigger.