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The boy laughed and whistled to the supermarket.

It must not be put away, and the werewolf will not dare to put it here alone, let alone Roger's method of 'incapacitating the enemy'------ he will have to break all the teeth of the werewolf if he is forced to cut it into a stick.

It's even more unrealistic to take it with you, how to bring it with all your limbs, do you still have to serve the uncle and carry it on your back?

So Roger didn't leave the slightest bit uneasy, and Hermione would definitely kill it.

Asda is a national chain of supermarkets in England, I don't know how many can be ranked, but there are all kinds of things in it, how can Roger miss this great opportunity?

Take out the coin bag and try to stretch the pocket as much as possible, anyway, the camera has been killed, then blatantly empty the snacks on the shelves row by row, which can basically be regarded as making a 'disaster' fortune.

In the wine section, Roger bumped into Caroline, who was gulping a bottle of spirits and drinking without a sip, and there were already several empty bottles on the floor.

"Drink?" Roger beckoned, and without rushing to sweep the goods, he picked up a bottle of brandy and lifted the lid.

Caroline's mood was obviously not very high, and she said hello with a sigh.

"I said, it's just a little monster that ran out of a novel, looking like a werewolf, but it's not a werewolf after all. The boy bumped into his sister with the bottle, and explained, "Can you still be a human being if you have lost your knowledge of yourself? You know what you're doing, what you need, what you love, what you can do and what you can't do... You are human. ”

"People crave differences, and I'm longing for the same," Caroline glanced at her brother, and took a big sip with him after touching the bottle.

"Same?" Roger raised his eyebrows, and began to fold his fingers to the old lady to list the similarities between the two one by one: "You don't have a father and I don't have a mother, we both belong to a single-parent family, born in a down-and-out ancient aristocratic family, born in the same hospital, they both moved to the UK a few years ago, you are not a normal person, and I am not a ......"

"Don't you talk nonsense! The old lady is your sister!"

Roger rolled his eyes: "Slut is hypocritical... Aren't you just longing for the same, a family that has a lot in common. ”

"Roll it, roll it..."Caroline directly threw a bottle of wine impatiently, and his low mood had been diverted by his poor mouth.

Roger pouted and muttered, "Adolescent girls are unreasonable..." and dodged the 'hidden weapon'.

To the boy's whispering, the answer was another wine bottle, Caroline: "The old lady's ears are smart!"

"Yes, yes, your old mana is boundless, and your martial arts are world-beating. Roger nodded perfunctorily, reached out and grabbed the second unopened 'hidden weapon' and put it into the coin bag, and continued to work the unfinished sweeping cause.

"What happened to the werewolf?" asked Caroline, snatching a bottle of Coke before Roger emptied the shelves.

"Tie it up and give it to Hermione. The boy said without looking back.

"Leave it to her, can she be a little girl?" Caroline was surprised, "No, I have to see..."

Roger sneered: "And talk about others, aren't you also a little girl?"

Caroline ignored him, and hurried to her feet and headed for where Hermione and the werewolf were.

In a large supermarket of several hundred square meters, there are countless goods, and even the pockets that have been enchanted with an expansion spell cannot fit everything in, so Roger also picks up the eye-catching ones and stuffs them a lot, leaving some space in case of emergency.

Then a coke in one hand and potato chips in the other dangled back, and Pandora was thrown next to Hermione.

When he saw the two girls, a trickle of blood flowed to Roger's feet, and a young white boy hung on the shelves with his head drooping, his body covered with scars, and a large hole in his heart and throat.

Hermione sat on another toppled shelf next to her with her head down, whispering to Caroline without a word, when she heard Roger's footsteps and the conversation stopped.

Roger blinked and didn't care about any girl's little secret, the goods hanging on the shelves are much larger than any house-elf span, and he will become a human after death, tsk... I guess Hermione was going to be uncomfortable for a few days.

He handed over the potato chips in his hand: "Eat some, I haven't eaten all night to replenish my energy." ”

Hermione shook her head and rejected the boy's offer.

"Oh yes, you've had pizza halfway through. Roger suddenly patted his head, and just wanted to enjoy it himself, but was snatched away by Caroline, but he didn't care, but then asked, "What next?"

"Are there any more monsters?" asked Hermione, stinkingly.

The boy took out his compass and made a little sure: "Not a lot." ”

"Then go on, I don't feel tired yet. Hermione stood up, her hands and feet a little weak.

Even if you are mentally prepared and exercise step by step, it is normal for your scalp to be numb, cold down your back, and sweat on your forehead after you start killing, not to mention vomiting and trembling.

If there's no reaction, unless Hermione has a hidden sociopath...

"Are you really okay? Don't force yourself, you have to rest and adapt to it for the first time. Roger said with great seriousness.

"No, I understand the point of killing these monsters... If you delay a little longer, the danger to innocent citizens will increase by one point. Although her hands and feet were weak, the girl's attitude was extremely resolute: "Besides, although I don't know what caused it, this is also a monster from my father's novel, and I can't ignore it." ”

Roger raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

To kill is to kill, any reason to kill is pale, the death of one person brings the survival of a hundred people, there is no choice at all, life is equal, and no one has the right to deprive others of their lives without authorization.

The first reason to kill has appeared, and the hundredth reason to kill will not be far away.

In particular, swamp werewolves revert back to human form after death, which is not comparable to any house-elf.

"Where do we go next?" asked Caroline, lifting her chin.

Roger held the compass with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and randomly picked a direction: "Come this way..."

The two girls followed as usual.