But whatever the reason, it is always a biological instinct to resist death.

Gilsias hurriedly condensed his body and reformed it by the wall, it was not human, it was a demon nearly three meters tall, with dark and evil skin, a goat horn covered with patterns on the top of his head, and a pair of huge meat wings behind his back, burning with blue flames all over his body, emitting a pungent smell of gunsmoke.

Flames and sulfur flew all over the sky, and after the sun fell, the lamp god sat on the bar, smiling and watching the fireworks.

Crane reached forward with both hands, his left hand was a noble black, it had just finished a twist, and the five fingers of his right hand jumped, as if plucking the invisible strings.

The demon's eyes lit up with scarlet flames, and its jaws opened open, spitting out filthy notes.

Light and shadow are intertwined, the body flickering, the pieces of paper are flying, and the desire is turbulent, but all this happens in just a dozen seconds, after a few breaths, the chaotic syllables are initially smoothed out by the conductor, he pinched the key melody, and his mind sank into the land of meditation, guiding the direction of the future.

Feeling the stagnation of his thoughts, he slammed into the enemy's mind with all his might, trying to grasp even the slightest emotional fluctuation of the enemy, so as to plant the seeds, and then directly detonate the opponent's body, severely injuring the enemy, and only by fighting to the death can the current crisis be reversed.

However, as time passed, Gilcias gradually rose into a desperate mood that he had not felt for a long time, and the adventurer on the opposite side did not make any mistakes, and he was rushing towards the abyss.

"If you can turn into a succubus, I can consider keeping you alive for a few more days."

The voice of the lamp god suddenly sounded from behind Crane.

Craine's mind instinctively floated through his mind.

What the hell is a succubus, with a hot body, a charming face, and a loving little tail? Forehead...... A breed of witch and demon hybrid? I don't know if Frank is interested in this subject, no, no, I can't think about it, I have to stay calm.

What...... Be...... Elf...... Demon......

Gilcias also heard the sound of card by card, and the thought had just risen in his mind, when he suddenly felt the mood of the enemy.

Machine...... Yes......

After a few seconds, nothing happened except for the feeling of stagnation.

"Bang bang bang!"

Trying to hide themselves, the shivering bodyguards suddenly went crazy and shot at the two people in the middle of the bar.

Crane had no choice but to twist his left hand again, bend forward abruptly, and then with a rounded rondo, followed by a beautiful leg lift, kicking the bartender who was stabbing him in the back with a dinner knife.

Crane stabilized his figure and detonated several more fireworks, and finally, Gilcias stopped struggling and put away his demonic form.

He took some clothes from the unconscious man lying on the ground and put them on himself, and then said to the lamp god, "I'm sorry, I won't be a succubus."

Gilcias followed Crane to the bar, and Crane leaned in slightly to see that the owner of the bar was crouching in the corner, clutching a used amulet, muttering something incessantly.

Crane knocked on the bar and said in a deep voice, "Can you claim the bounty on your behalf?"

The bar owner shuddered, looked up and saw the rumored crazy adventurer, not the devil, his heart settled down a little, and he slowly stood up with the wine cabinet.

……

After a trip to the clothing store, Crane repurchased himself a formal outfit and a servant's outfit for Gilcias, looked at the iconic purple lips of his first humanoid cloak, controlled him, and walked into a cosmetics store with the strange eyes of the people around him, and bought a bunch of bits and ends.

The red moon hung high, and Crane returned to his room at the inn.

Crane, who had never used these items in his two lives combined, couldn't put on a normal makeup look for Gilcias after a long time.

When he was having a headache about how to dress up his secret puppet, Crane heard a knock on the door, and Crane, who had been tired all afternoon, did not get up and controlled the secret puppet to go over and open the door.

Anderson had come to inform Crane of the time of tomorrow's ticket, and he had been waiting at the hotel since he had gone out in the afternoon to get a little more money, and he had almost choked to death in the water during this time.

"Good evening, how is the harvest today?"

Anderson was suddenly muted, instinctively took a step back, and put his hand on the hilt of Death Shortfang's sword.

He stared nervously at the man who opened the door, recognising the appearance of the Immortal King's second "Slayer" Gilcias from his distorted eyebrows and bright red lips.

"O my God, you are a symbol of knowledge and wisdom, please give me eyes to see the world and see what this thing is in front of me!"

A look of disgust appeared on Gilcias's face, and he suppressed his voice and said:

"Master said, if you don't have something important, let me detonate your desires and let you die in a man's bed."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect crazy adventurers to joke too."

"It's really unbelievable that Gilsias was turned into a puppet, and the face of the undead king was thrown into the Sunia Sea to feed the fish."

With a smile on his face, Anderson pulled out two tickets from his pocket and continued:

"I'll deliver the ticket."

He looked at Gilcias's ghostly face and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You know, I'm an artist who loves painting, I can design a suitable image for your servant, let me in, I can't wait."

Crane sighed and put down the lipstick in his hand.

Gilcias stepped out of the way, and Anderson walked in beaming.

Crane chose an easy chair to sit down on, while controlling Gilcias to sit at the table with a lot of makeup tools.

Crane watched as Anderson permed Gilcias' head with his bare hands, which reminded him of Steel McVitty's signature hairstyle.

Then, Anderson shaved off Gilcias's eyebrows, and after a few attempts, Crane was surprised to find that his secret mate had turned into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a slightly darker silhouette, a sallow complexion, dark lips, and a ridiculous bubble noodle head, who was not a person he knew very well, and was completely unable to recognize his original identity.

Anderson looked at the work in front of him with great excitement, and his mouth was full of praise: "What a genius I am!"

Anderson was kicked out and the spicy-eyed Gilcias was placed in an imperceptible corner, while Crane lay on the bed, thinking about what kind of vest he would have to pinch for himself after Anderson's transfer and leaving.

The quiet night is blown by the moist sea breeze and scattered in every corner of the island, and the dreams of one after another sway in the crimson, leaving a handful of crumbs of life and melting into the whirlpool of fate.

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