Urban Demon Slayer

Wang Qianchen was lying on the ground, looking up at the stars all over the sky. It was different from dealing with the third master Huang deliberately. He thought that the eighth prince would die one day, but he didn't expect it would be today, and it would come so quickly.

Bricks guessed right, he does have the strength, just give this opportunity to Li Qianqiu, what else in the world can be more enjoyable than killing the enemy?

Having said that, this time it was really thanks to the demonic energy.

Wang Qianchen patted his body and said, "Brother Yaoqi, thank you!"

There was no response, the demon fell asleep again, I wonder if I could wake up, but this time it seemed to be hanging. Brick also said: "Don't scream, I feel it has collapsed, and it may not be able to wake up next time."

The subtext of this sentence is that if there is a similar situation, you must rely on yourself.

Wang Qianchen also understands that his aptitude is actually very ordinary. He has been an ordinary person for more than 20 years. Only with this layer of demonic energy can he become an extraordinary talent in the mouths of the people; without the help of demonic energy, He is nothing, he can't advance to the first level, he can't learn anything, and he can't compare with Du Hong and Wei Zihua, who are geniuses in their own right.

But Wang Qianchen will not belittle himself, just like Zhou Junxian said, since God gave him this thing, it naturally makes sense, just take a big step.

[Qingming Space] has been withdrawn, Li Qianqiu put away the body of the Eighth Prince, and then went to check the injuries of Wang Qianchen and others one by one. Everyone was injured not badly, but it was not in the way. Anyway, with Zhong Xin here, it would be better sooner or later.

Li Qianqiu rushed to the door of Zhezhe's car wash shop for the first time, and Wang Qianchen and others also helped each other over.

There are many corpses of cats lying here and there. Li Qianqiu held a black cat in his arms and wept bitterly. It was the black cat Tangtang, a monster with only a sandy realm. He couldn't get past the Eighth Prince's hand. He was brutally pinched his neck and died tragically on the spot!

Black Cat Tangtang's actions can be called impulsive, but without her impulsiveness, Wang Qianchen would not be able to save people.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see her feelings for Li Qianqiu, including Li Qianqiu himself, but how can a demon and a person be together? Everyone has never talked about this before, and they all feel that it is impossible and has no chance. This little monster is whimsical.

But now, everyone can't help but think, if the black cat Tangtang is still alive, as long as Li Qianqiu is willing, everyone will not object!

It's a pity that the black cat Tangtang has died and died in the hands of the Eighth Prince.

Li Qianqiu, who finally took revenge and should have opened the champagne, had no idea of ​​celebrating at this moment. He held the black cat corpse with a broken neck in his arms, crying bitterly, heartbroken, tears slid down one by one, Dripping on the black cat's head.

Of course, he doesn't have any love between men and women for the black cat Tangtang, but such a monster who is affectionate and righteous to himself, it is impossible to keep calm on anyone.

Wang Qianchen and others stood by, silently praying for Black Cat Tangtang, hoping that she could be a real person in her next life.

They weren't as sad as Li Qianqiu, but they couldn't help crying because of it. Zhong Xin even cried directly, walked over and put her hand on the broken neck of the black cat, trying to help her repair the wound so that she could die. Be decent.

Wang Qianchen and others silently cleaned up the scene and saved all the corpses of other cats. They also paid a lot for saving Li Qianqiu and others.

"Big... Uncle... Your tears are so salty..." At this moment, a humming sound suddenly sounded.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the black cat in Li Qianqiu's arms in surprise.

The black cat really opened his eyes, his face was full of tears from Li Qianqiu, his expression was obviously disgusting, but he seemed a little proud.

live... live? !

How could it be possible, everyone saw that her neck was twisted and she couldn't die any longer. She was a monster in the sand, and it was absolutely impossible for her to survive from the hands of the Eighth Prince!

But the black cat really opened his eyes and talked to Li Qianqiu!

Li Qianqiu was also stunned, staring blankly at the black cat, thinking that he had hallucinations.

"Why, I didn't know how to say thank you for saving you?" The black cat curled his lips slightly.

Really alive!

Everyone looked at Zhong Xin in unison. Just now she was helping the black cat to heal. Does she have the ability to resurrect a corpse?

Zhong Xin quickly waved her hand: "It's not me! I don't have the ability, I just help her to get her neck up..."

"How did you survive?" Li Qianqiu looked down at the black cat for the first time.

"Big...Uncle...Are you getting old and have a bad memory...Didn't I tell you before that I have nine lives? I lost one just now, and there are still eight...you will be right in the future. I'm better, I only have eight lives left..." The black cat said softly, he could hear that he was still weak, but there was still a faint pride in his tone.

Cats have nine lives. This is a legend that has existed since ancient times, but no one has ever taken it seriously. It is just a legend.

It turned out to be true!