This must be just a trick, he can't turn back, there is no one behind him and there shouldn't be anyone worth worrying about!" The helmet man repeatedly admonished himself, but his body couldn't help but turn slightly to the back slightly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But this casual turn almost scared him away, and less than three meters behind him, a young man with a frosty face raised a hand at him - if that could be called a hand!

It was clearly a huge beast claw, even bigger than the boy's head, the sharp claw tips were shining with the cold light of the forest, and countless white demonic qi were circling around the giant claws!

"Ahh

"Bang!" The hard helmet burst instantly, turning into a pile of shards, revealing a pale face like dead ash, and the contrast between black and white made the black birthmark on the right side of his face look particularly abrupt!

He...... Was it beaten by a monster? It was dark in front of him, and the big man finally lost consciousness, his body was crooked, and he fell heavily on the cold ground.

"Is he really okay?" this is the 101st time Chang Zhaowen has asked this question.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Kongkong waved his hand impatiently, "I just used one percent of the demonic energy, and it was stopped at the point, and it was already contained before it touched his body!"

It's just that I didn't expect that the big human being to be such a waste material, and he was directly frightened, so that he had to carry such a big man downstairs, and went around in a big circle, and he really didn't know what to do with it, and after thinking about it again, he finally threw the person into the garbage room on the corner of the street.

"But there's something I seem to have done wrong......"

"What?" Chang Zhaowen suddenly became nervous, although he was only a half-demon, but the terrifying power of the sky was absolutely impossible for ordinary humans to bear, so don't kill people.

"Do you think it's recyclable or not? Did I make a mistake when I threw him in that bucket that said recyclables? Or did I ...... Should I throw it in that black bucket of hazmat?"

It turned out that Kongkong was worried about this, Chang Zhaowen's first reaction was to hold his forehead, and this guy's brain circuit was really strange.

But now there are more serious practical problems waiting for him to deal with, Chang Zhaowen sighed deeply, and squeezed out an extremely sincere smile at Kongkong: "Kongkong, come and come......"

"I don't want it!" Kongkong's pointed ears immediately drooped and pressed firmly against his head, "Don't try to tell me to work anymore, I can't hear anything...... I can't hear ......"

Looking at the empty flicking his big tail, he staggered back to the room, Chang Zhaowen, who was left alone in the corridor, was almost crying without tears, looking at it, this place was simply ...... It's ...... It's a garbage dump!

Why do you repeatedly ask if people are okay, it's not that you don't believe that you're empty, but that whoever sees the scene of a blasting attack will never believe that the people who were at the center of the blasting could survive.

The cramped corridor was littered with fragments of wood, which were supposed to be the door of his house, but at the moment of empty power, they were directly crushed into slag by his "one percent" demonic power.

Chang Zhaowen squatted on the ground, with an open hemp bag on the ground beside him, holding a gardening shovel in his hand, shoveling the garbage scattered all over the place into the sack.

It was the family cat that made him an honorable shovel officer, but he didn't expect that the empty half of the dog demon could also bring him this experience.

I guess this is retribution, right? Chang Zhaowen laughed at himself, who told you to kick the door of Zhao Qingqing's house before, and now that retribution is coming, the door of your house was directly shattered.

"Touch!" the shovel hit a hard metal object, bursting out of several bright sparks, and Chang Zhaowen pulled out a black twisted iron lump from a pile of broken wood, which he picked up and weighed—it was quite heavy.

Chang Zhaowen finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked for the 102nd time: "Kongkong, is that person really okay, right?

Because this lump of iron that can no longer be seen in its original shape, it is the gun that the birthmark man used to hold against his forehead! This is a real gun! Even the gun has turned into slag, can that person really still live?

He just wants to be a beautiful man who can cook quietly, but he doesn't want to be involved in a murder case at all!

The sound of empty crispness came from his house, anyway, now that the door is gone, it is very convenient to speak inside and outside the house, and there is no need to shout, but empty empty obviously did not notice this, and this time the answer was louder than any previous time: "He-really--no-nothing! His heart beats normally, his breathing is smooth, his face is ruddy, and he will definitely live a long life." Don't ask any more, I don't want to answer if I ask again!" The only sequelae may be that the other party will have intermittent amnesia under strong pressure, but this is empty and he is not ready to tell Chang Zhaowen.

The little guy was about to turn his face, Chang Zhaowen shrugged his shoulders and decided to let go of the matter and continue to bury his head and start working again.

"That's right......" Seeing that Chang Zhaowen no longer spoke, he couldn't sit still, he walked to the empty door frame, grabbed the door frame with his hand, poked his head out of the room, and a pair of gray eyes rolled in his sockets: "When are you going to make breakfast, my stomach is so hungry! It's already ten o'clock, I haven't even eaten breakfast, and I have to use demon power on an empty stomach, I'm almost starving to death!"

"Wait a minute, wait until I clean up this place!"

"I'm hungry!"

"The door is broken, and I have to find someone to install a new one!"

"I'll come to the door, you can cook quickly!"

"Wait a minute, I'm going to get the ...... sorted out soon"

"I want double braised pork with Yangchun noodles and a lot of super peppercorns!"

"Don't make a fuss, just wait a minute. ”

"I'm going to starve to death!"

"Eh, if you have something to say, put your claws away, it's too dangerous, okay, I'm afraid of you, I'm going to cook!"

"Squeak-" The door next door suddenly opened, Zhao Qingqing grabbed a spoon and poked her head out, "What a coincidence, Brother Wen, are you going to cook? I haven't eaten breakfast yet, can you have a partner?"

Did he say it couldn't be useful?

Zhao Qingqing was at home today, Chang Zhaowen was about to kneel for her, this girl's nerves were too big, right? There was such a big movement just now, she didn't even have the curiosity to watch the excitement, but as soon as she talked about cooking, she immediately appeared, and ...... Brought your own cutlery.

"Sister Qingqing, you haven't eaten the new braised pork yet, have you? "This kid has a very good attitude towards the opposite sex, especially the opposite sex that fits his eyes.

"Braised pork?!Is it really okay?" Zhao Qingqing's eyes lit up instantly as soon as she heard that there was a new dish.