Ringer wiped his misty eyes, and Diana held a handful of snow in her hands and covered his face.

The biting cold sent Ringer shivering.

"Sober? Perverts. ”

"Wake up, wake up, you're so rude, girl."

Ringer chewed on the snow grains in his mouth.

"Follow!"

Tonight, Diana was fully armed, dressed in her sleeveless armor that shimmered like snake scales, carrying a long sword on her back, holding a pistol in her hand, her hair tied tightly behind her head, coiled up, interspersed with each other in an orderly manner, and fastened with a hairpin.

Ringer remembered the flight attendant's hairstyle, which was superficially similar.

This is an artistic hairstyle, and it turns out that this woman can also make art by tying her hair.

"What are you looking at?"

"Your hair is beautiful."

Diana looked coldly at the moon above her head, her fists clenched, and her thumb pointed in one direction: "To go, or not to go?" ”

"Go, of course, you're too masculine, a little feminine, it will increase your charm."

Diana took the direction of Ringer, and it was the garden.

They crept down behind a white pine tree at the edge of the garden.

The garden is surrounded by woods, and the gate of the garden, how does Ringer look like the entrance to the cemetery, or like a chest,

"Are there demons? Look at you panicking like this. ”

"You didn't notice that the moon is too round tonight."

"I didn't find it, it's just a little red, if it's red, the clouds around the moon will turn red, which is called the hair moon, the hair of the hair, the meaning of more hair."

Diana turned her head to look at him.

She had a moon in her pupils.

"Your eyes are beautiful, and your pupils seem to be specially made."

Diana said, "As a necromancer, can't you feel the evil aura that doesn't exist here?" ”

Ringer was full of fog and said, "It's a quiet and beautiful place, if the weather is not cold, and the moon is helping, and a candle, two glasses of wine, cocktails, and beer, I think, this is a good place for lonely men and widows to talk about their favorite common topics here, and if it is too cold, it is too lonely." ”

Diana's gun was pointed at Ringer's head: "Scum, you didn't come to say this, you sense, you are a necromancer, you must be able to detect the dark aura here, don't you think there is a demon hidden here that is terrifying in Cyra." ”

"What the hell is Cyra?"

For the devil of the West, Ringer knows that one person is the most powerful, and that is Satan.

Diana suddenly popped up with a cyra, Ringer didn't know anything, and when she heard the name, she seemed to be a witch.

Cyra — Angel of Killing, third on the list of demons in the West.

It is said that his ability is very special, he is the backbone of the powerful fallen angels, the appearance is very similar to a butterfly, and he has a powerful attack power, and he has almost perfect abilities.

But God sealed his memory, and the power was temporarily sealed. He is the "killer" that God uses to punish the wicked and punish other angels. No one knows his background, no one dares to approach him, and the incarnation of the killer that people generally say is this benevolent brother.

Diana's trigger safety was pulling.

Ringer pulled her gun away.

"Don't bother, don't point at my head all day long, your trick won't work."

Diana froze for a moment and put the gun away.

"It's a white house inside."

"See, the roof is built like a sink, ugly, you said you followed the old man Lovsky into this garden, and into a tunnel, underground?"

"Yes, there's something strange underground, let's go inside."

"The door seems to be locked, no key, leave."

Diana tugged at his arm.

"You're a demon hunter, why don't you just go in alone, why are you pulling me? Scared? ”

Diana's hand immediately let go.

"Dead open!"

Ringer couldn't help laughing: "I love to listen to your scolding words, our girls over there like to use the word death when they meet scumbags, where did you learn it?" ”

Diana's eyes showed a cold light: "I seriously asked you to do something." ”

Ringer replied: "I'm sorry, I'm also serious to tell you, I'm here to make soy sauce, farewell." ”

Ringer turned around and left, Diana: "Coward! ”

This is a radical method, a man knows the weight of these two words, Ringer: "Okay, I'll go in with you, you want to tell me, what do you want to do here?" ”

"There's a demon in the white house, I'll kill it."

"Then tell me how many demons you killed during your days as a demon hunter?"

"Twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight."

"Twenty-eighth, ran away?"

"Yes, that's you."

"I didn't expect that I would be your twenty-eighth demon."

"Yes, help me kill the one in the White House, he is the twenty-eighth, you can live."

"Alright, let's go."

Suddenly, someone behind him spoke coldly: "What are you doing here?" ”

Ringer turned around, it was the old man Lovesky.

He was holding a wind lamp, his legs were tight, and he stood quietly, so close, and the snow on the road, crunched, Ringer should have heard his approaching footsteps.

"What are you doing here, the dean said that the garden is a forbidden place and you can't go in."

Ringer stared into his eyes, tonight, not like the previous two nights, dead fish eyes, now looking, back to their former sinister and cunning.

"Passing by, what's wrong? Lovesky. ”

"The dean said that no one can go in."

Ringer smiled: "Lovesky, I'm not interested in the White House, you know, the White House in the United States is so big, Lao Tzu is not interested in it at all, let alone a dilapidated house of a monastery, don't get in the way!" ”

Without saying a word, Diana followed.

Ringer suddenly felt that something was wrong and wanted to ask Lofsky why he was here so late, but the old man was already far away.

Diana said, "He has been bought by the devil. ”

Ringer said: "You are an occupational disease, everyone who sees you say it is a demon, tonight is such a beautiful night, we don't talk about demons, let's talk about something happy, you beat people, why did you hit Simslan?" ”

"You got it?"

"Of course, some people saw the slap prints on his face, very beautiful slap prints, basically the same as the slap prints you left on my face."

Diana snorted in her nose, "You can go and make soy sauce." “

She walked straight away, went back to her room to rest, and left Ringer to blow the air on the side of the road.