Asia had been walking for a while, and the movement was quite loud, but Jiang Qin was unmoved.

Because, to this day, Jiang Qin wants a peaceful life.

Even though the faceless werewolf Asia appeared in front of him not long ago, he tried to be as steadfast as possible.

This is the fifteenth floor of a mid-range apartment, Jiang Qin bought it in one go with the full amount he scraped together three years ago, and now he has a small career and has no regrets.

According to the plan, if you marry the proprietress home in the future, you will have a decent home. I lived a happy and stable life like my adoptive mother was still alive, and I made up my mind not to be involved with some strange things anymore.

But, is this really possible?

The curse in the dream, the revolver given by his old friend Jaeger, and the uninvited guest Asia, the proprietress who had a complete showdown with him, all seemed to have announced that he had to return to the real world that he had glimpsed ten years ago.

The world, a world full of magic and aliens.

Jiang Qin had tried his best to avoid them, but they had come to find him.

It was like the pale man slowly emerging from the shadows in front of him, the fangs on his mouth were already sticking out of his lips, bleeding.

Jiang Qin hoped that this was the latest invention of projection technology, not a real thing, not the so-called Dark Night Blood Clan.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

He had to remove a horizontal knife hanging from the wall and slowly pull out its scabbard.

Sharp light flashed at the blade, and the embellished pattern was a black python.

The blade is half a man's length, with two straight edges, and a sharp, diagonal cut at the top, like a broken sword.

This knife is very heavy, nearly ten kilograms, but Jiang Qin can do it like an arm.

It is a relic of the adoptive mother.

You can slay evil spirits.

"Bloodline, why are you here?"

The Blood's eyes were red, as if he didn't dare to sleep for several nights, and he roared loudly, "RNM, Ahia! Pay it back! ”

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After Ashya over there walked out of Jiang Qin's house, she directly opened the window on the fifteenth floor, jumped up, and suddenly remembered that she hadn't replenished her magic power in time, so she couldn't fly at all, so she could only cling to the edge of the window.

She tried to pull herself up with the strength of her arms, but the wind was getting stronger and stronger and she couldn't keep her balance, and no matter how fast her reexposed tail wagged, she couldn't get her flying like a helicopter.

How handsome she was in front of Jiang Qin just now, then how embarrassed she was now.

"What should I do, do I need to call Lao Qin?"

Thinking that Jiang Qin might look at herself with the eyes of a mocking and crazy person, her two white wolf ears and big fluffy tail drooped down, and she was in a low mood.

Now, for the sake of his own face, even if he falls to his death in this place, he has to earn a breath......

Earn a fart, life matters.

She took a deep breath and cried and shouted, "Lao Qin, help, Lao Qin." Come and save me! I don't want to die yet! ”

"Hey, Ahia, are you a little too laid-back that you don't even notice me?"

A familiar and sickly voice came from the air, and a petite female knight who looked like a changeable person sat on a small table with an air-conditioned chassis nearby, her eyes staring at Asia with love and disgust.

The little female knight's face flushed, as if she saw her most beloved person unconsciously tense her body, panting slightly heavily, and her long golden hair fluttering freely in the night sky.

The golden cuirass that barely covered her chest, the small pitiful skirt armor, and the well-made, flexible and light over-the-knee iron boots all showed her very special status.

"The Second Judge of the White Court, Mi'er, say hello to you, a werewolf left over from a long time, long time no see."

Asia hung on the eaves and felt that something was wrong.

She thought that it was only some young bloods, and even if there was no magic power, she could scratch them to death with her own claws, but she didn't expect a great god to come.

And it's still honey......

This madman who has no mercy or mercy for the aliens.

Mi'er calmed her breath slightly, and she moved a little closer to Ahia and tapped her with her iron boots, making her sway like a swing.

She's been missing Ahia for a long time!

Every time she wanted the presiding judge to propose to hunt Ashia, she would always be prevaricated by all sorts of completely unreliable reasons. It's as if the entire White Court is sheltering and protecting Achia.

There must have been some dirty deal between them, but Mi'er didn't care.

Therefore, after learning that Asia had entered a "period of debilitation" and had run away from the Irish border, he secretly ran out of the church without the Inquisition, and followed him by smelling Ahia's scent.

"Asia, you've finally landed in the palm of my hand." Mi'er's toes touched the air, as if a gust of wind lifted her up and sent her to Achia's side, "My Ashia, did you deliberately wrap only a sheet in order to greet me?" It's a temptation that can't be refused, and I'm almost overwhelmed by watching your happy death. ”

"Get out, you pervert!"

Ahia tried to kick her away, but there was nowhere to do it, and she almost fell off a tall building.

"Asia, don't worry, we're already very acquainted, you should have seen my methods, I've always been gentle."

"Lao Qin, help, I'm going to be defiled."

Mi'er gently stroked Achia's face and stroked her big tail, her eyes full of intoxication.

"Did you say the human man? Your creditors have sent representatives to arrest you, and a vampire has already sneaked in to him while you're not looking, maybe he's dead? It's a shame. ”

Mi'er wanted to continue teasing Ahia, but Ahia's eyes frightened her, and Asia seemed to be angry.

In the short ten years of Mi'er's life, she has never encountered such a pair of angry eyes that can make people feel burned, and the fiery red pupils seem to be burning with thousands of years of despair and obsession, as well as taboos that are buried deep under the wound and must not be touched.

Mi'er was a little uneasy, this was the first time she had faced an ancient werewolf of the level of Asia alone.

And it's also the famous Asia, whose history has been completely destroyed.

But Asia is really weak now, and even if she is a werewolf, she can't use anger as magic and fuel.

"You're not clean, Ahia. I don't love you anymore, you're in love with a human man. "Mi'er's sickly smirk, as if her favorite treasure has been polluted." I'm going to gouge out your only beautiful eyes right now and make them my only treasures......"

Mi'er drew the dark red, bloodstained Sword of Judgment and stroked it slowly with her white fingertips

She raised her sword, the holy and harsh flames enveloping its blade, lighting up the city's night and slashing down.

"No one can save you, Ahia."