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1. Catty

The dense black floated between the heavens and the earth, the dazzling sunlight of the sword in the past could not cut a ripple now, the heavens and the earth were gray, and the countless dry leaves of the hundreds of spiritual power visible to the naked eye fell one after another, falling into the viscous liquid formed by the fusion of blood and stagnant water, and flowed slowly with it.

In the vast field, there were almost no human figures, only countless corpses lying sideways.

In the depths of the field, a towering willow tree rises from the ground in this dead and silent area, its tender branches dancing in the wind, but slowly turning yellow when you look closely.

Under the willow tree, eight people stood or sat in different postures, contented, and the only young man looked pale and expressionless.

"Lin Yi Xiaoyou, you see this reckless blood field, although the corpses are all over the field, but there are still eight of you and me as companions, why are you so sullen? ”

A ragged fortune teller sat cross-legged under a tree, leisurely talking to the young man, who was dressed simply, and originally carried a hemp basket behind him, and at this time the basket was held in his arms.

"My name is Lin Yi. ”

The boy looked down at the basket and slowly replied after a long time.

The fortune teller's face remained unchanged and said, "The words are biased, but they are more connected." ”

"Hahaha!"

The inappropriate laughter instantly interrupted the conversation between the two, and the rough-faced man patted his thigh and laughed wildly, and then quickly stopped laughing and apologized: "Sorry, you continue, you continue." ”

The fortune teller's face was angry, and he turned his head to find that the boy had raised his head at some point and was looking at him.

The young man said, "Don't think about it, the herbs won't be given to you." ”

The man's laughter erupted again like a nightmare, and the whole field seemed to echo with his laughter, and the fortune teller's face froze, and then he turned his head sharply, only to see that several people in his company were also covering their lips and chuckling.

The fortune teller's expression returned to indifference, he turned to Lin Yi and said, "Why should Xiaoyou be like this, if there is a drug supplement, the odds will be ......."

"You ...... Can't win. ”

The boy interrupted the fortune teller's words, his face seemed even paler, and he looked up to see that the fortune teller had looked into the distance with a blank face.

The boy's lips twitched slightly, and then pursed.

The fortune teller suddenly said angrily: "There are thousands of avenues, and the reason for victory and defeat is not to allow ignorant people to talk nonsense!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but flick his sleeves suddenly, and the turbulent air flow instantly turned into a violent wind, and the young man's heart shrank, only to realize that the wind was not aimed at him, but quickly emptied the turbid fog for thousands of miles.

The pale figure appeared thousands of miles away, and after a few breaths, he walked up to the crowd, and the young man looked at him in horror, and let out an irrepressible pant from his mouth and nose.

This was the first time he had seen the Demon Clan!

"The reason for victory and defeat, we and other savages really know very little, and we ask the ghost to know the seniors for advice. The demon man said.

"Boy, I see that you have a weak physique and a pale complexion, the wind, frost, rain and snow have been serious in the past few days, and if you don't rest as soon as possible, you will suffer a lot if you catch the wind and cold. ”

"It doesn't matter. The demon man shook his head slightly, and a dark yellow oil-paper umbrella in his right hand was held up by him, and the fortune teller's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed again: "If you are infected with the wind and cold, you will suffer a lot." ”

When the words fell, the tyrannical wind rolled up out of thin air, and countless clouds in the sky rolled wildly as if they were stirred, and the darkness was mixed into the clouds, the sky and the earth were dim, the black clouds pressed down, and the straight electric light suddenly flickered.

It is as if a river is pouring down, and countless rains fall from the sky, these raindrops are not full of circles, each raindrop is a straight line, the line is sharp and sharp as a blade, the end of the line is as calm as a handle, and each line turns into a sword.

Countless rains fall, countless swords fall!

……

Plants stubbornly clinging to the dirt to keep it from being washed away, the rain hitting the branches and leaves washed away the mottled blood stains on them, and countless upside-down corpses went away with the water, revealing a hidden green.

The rain didn't last long, the demon man closed the oil-paper umbrella, looked at the color falling off on it and frowned slightly, he gently shook off the water stains, looked at the fortune teller and said, "Mr. is serious." ”

The ghost knew smiled silently, and the demon man frowned slightly, and then felt a trace of abnormality, and he looked down at the back of his hand.

The skin is still so white, but there are some dense bumps.

He suddenly remembered that when he was very young, his mother had told him a very interesting story.

When humans are very cold, something called goosebumps will grow on their skin, and the demon clan has a very strong physique and is not afraid of temperature changes.

So is he feeling the cold now?

At this moment, a very fine wind blew, and the water droplets on the leaves of the plants slowly slid and fell into the ground. The leaves that had lost their weight swung in unison, the flute sounded, and the whole field rippled, as if the sea had been blown by the wind.

The ghost knew that his eyes were faint, and this place became an ocean.

"Speaking of asking for advice, my sister has great respect for Mr. Ghost. The demon man smiled, his eyes revealing doting, "So in terms of this talisman array, I won't just make a fool of myself." ”

The sound of the flute was still rippling, and the ripples spread in circles on the field, and the ghost knew his eyes narrowed, and his figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared.

The next moment, the sound of the iron horse burst out with swords and guns! The sound of the flute turned sharply, and the originally melodious flute sound suddenly stirred, as if the beauty in her arms instantly faded away from her charming and enchanting posture, and her eyes were like frost.

The man with a rough face took two steps forward impatiently and said, "Ink inkblot, more like a girl than your sister." ”

After speaking, the knife as rough as a man's face smashed down, and before the blade arrived, the ground in front of him was the first to collapse, but before that, the ground had been slightly loosened, and the imperceptible loosening was like an earthworm crawling over here.

The two blades of light slashed across the crescent-like arc and slashed at both sides of the man's neck, and the two silver sparks that were rubbed out were extremely dazzling in the sun.

"Stop, stop, stop!!" The director stomped his feet with a loudspeaker, and everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at the director blankly.

"What are you doing, do you have a bit of a greasy style?" the director yelled angrily.

"Well, I think I was kind of pretending to be forced when I looked at the arm just now. The actor who played the demon man touched his hair helplessly.

"You're just pretending, what's the greasy thing?...... Forget it, you don't understand, change the book, change the book, let's shoot another one!" the director said loudly.

"Director, why do you drive without saying a word? We've been preparing props for many days. The crowd hurried around.

"I've already decided, you guys will leave if you don't act, just less food. The director threw the new script to the crowd and turned around and left. Everyone gathered around to read the new script, and suddenly many people shouted.

"I've read this novel!"

"It turned out to be "A Group of Demons Live at Home", the author is a newcomer, right?"

"The author's writing is immature but his attitude is okay, I heard that he writes a chapter of 2,000 words for three or four hours to write. ”

"So slow, he won't water again, right?"

"He's still a novice, and he's afraid he won't be able to write it because the fantasy city structure is too big, so he wrote this pure love essay. ”

"Pure love, are you kidding?"

"I guess, he's working on it, too. ”

"Let's go and see, where can we see?"

"Simple!" The director didn't know where it came from, and said to everyone in front of the screen with his mobile phone: "Scan the QR code at the bottom of the screen or log in to the starting point Chinese to search for "A Group of Demons Living at Home" to continue reading, and now you can read it and get ......

"His sister. The man with a rough face pointed to the demon man and said.

"Get out!" Lin Yi yelled, "That's my wife!"

2. Let go of that witch

The nightingale sat on the sofa munching on small fillets of charcoal-grilled honey sauce, and stared at Roland with a pair of bright eyes.

Summer is here again, and the odious Prince invents a dessert no less than ice cream, which he calls popsicles, and the witches soon fall in love with it, and Lightning and Maisie can't even bother to barbecue, and even the always quiet scroll can't help but eat a few more every day.

Nightingale naturally fell in love with popsicles after taking the first bite, so every day from then on, she would struggle with whether to eat charcoal-grilled honey fillets or popsicles first, and Roland helped her solve this problem after knowing it.

"Don't eat any of them, just finish this set of "Elementary Test Questions (Nightingale Version)"!"

In front of him, His Royal Highness the Prince was still designing a new weapon that he couldn't understand, and the appearance of being completely immersed in it made the nightingale stare at him for half an hour without noticing anything, and the nightingale rubbed his eyes dejectedly, and took out the textbook to study.

Sure enough, it's just an intention...... Although she slowly learned about words, Nightingale found that the nouns and theorems formed by those words were simply more terrifying than demons, and within two minutes Nightingale's eyelids began to fight, she lowered her head and her body trembled, and after a while, Roland heard a "bang".

Roland put down his quill and smiled as he watched as the nightingale rubbed his forehead and sat up, while the latter looked fierce.

"I'll give you a task today, and I'll reward you with popsicles and charcoal-grilled honey fish fillets. ”

"What a mission!" Nightingale suddenly refreshed, revealing a look of eagerness, in terms of fighting she did not lose to anyone, what task could not be completed?

Roland clamped a stack of papers with a small clip made by Anna and pushed it in front of the excited nightingale, "I wrote a part of the novel, can you help me read it?"

Nightingale's forehead slammed on the edge of the table, the most powerful battle witch of the Witch League was defeated by the spiritual attack of His Royal Highness the Prince, Roland couldn't help but rub her head when he saw her, and explained: "This is not a textbook, this is a storybook. ”

"What is a storybook?" the nightingale looked curious on her pretty face.

"For example, Irene's play, I described it in narrative language. Roland explained.

Nightingale didn't quite understand what "narrative" was, and naturally wouldn't ask questions like "the difference between a script and a novel", so she blinked and thought about it, pouted again, and finally picked up the stack of papers.

The next morning

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Roland looked at the nightingale rushing over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your Highness, I've finished reading it, give me the rest of the plot!" Roland suspected that he had misheard, but it was true to see the nightingale's face full of excitement, but the novel copied in the writing of one of his science and engineering dogs could be so interesting that even the nightingale was captured?

"Well, let's eat small fish fillets first. Roland took out the small fillets of charcoal-grilled honey that he had prepared earlier, and stuffed one of them into the nightingale's mouth, and the nightingale's little mouth was filled at once, and she stared at her eyes speechless.

"It's not that I don't want to show you, it's that I remember it. Roland saw that the nightingale's eager expression was still unabated, so he had to spread his hands.

Nightingale had no choice but to vent her anger on the small fish in her mouth, and when Roland saw her puffing out cheeks, the corners of his lips were smiling, and he comforted the latter: "Actually, it's not impossible. ”

"What to do?" asked the nightingale excitedly, her muffled voice unable to hide her joy.

Roland picked up his mobile phone and said to everyone in front of the screen: "Scan the QR code at the bottom of the screen or log in to the starting point Chinese to search for "A Group of Demons Live at Home" to continue reading, and now you can read and get ......."

"Charcoal-grilled honey fillet!" added Nightingale with a sharp nod.