"Wife, you're back. ∮VIIIC∮VIIIC∮ Read C∮ Book, ⌒o≈"

The clear voice echoed in the empty warehouse, buzzing in people's ears.

Da, da, da.

The heels beat rhythmically on the dusty concrete floor, and the sound was crisp.

He Wenyue walked in from the warehouse gate step by step.

Obviously in an open place closed on all sides, even the windows are covered with a layer of black cloth, but she seems to be walking on the most lively shopping street, casually.

Right leg, left leg, right leg, left leg.

Twist your hips hard.

Crunch

Right leg, right leg, right leg.

The big waves that should have been walking on the bustling streets to throw their charm are moving forward step by step, and each step is stepping on the same straight line.

However, the left leg, which was supposed to be on the same line after the right leg, twisted and twisted from the knee like a twist, like a wrung out garment that had just been fished out of the washing machine.

The stubble pierced the skin, and the blood spilled on the ground like water wrung out of clothing.

He Wenyue seemed to have completely lost her sense of pain.

There was still the same shy smile on his face as Han Baiyi had seen last time.

Pure and lovely.

Only the corners of the eyes kept twitching.

As she jumped forward step by step, a slender figure stepped out of the shadows.

The chin is slightly protruding, the original fluffy hair is wiped by hairspray to make a big back, and he is wearing a black suit with a white background.

Although Nan Zhaowen's background is not very good, he is quite passable when he dresses up a little.

With a gentle smile on his face.

There was only a pair of eyes, the whites of which were bloodshot red, as red as blood. 35xs

The black pupils are highly constricted, condensing into a black line in the center of the redness.

Holding a glass of green vegetable juice in his right hand, his left hand is like playing a piano, and his five fingers are relaxed in front of him, slightly hooking his ring finger.

His voice was gentle.

"Wife."

"Is it done?"

As he spoke, he walked forward. Eight] Eight] Reading] Book, 2√3¢o

As he took a step, the distance between the two of them narrowed, and with each step, the movement of his left hand relaxed a little.

He Wenyue's pure and lovely shy expression also slowly relaxed.

The facial features are gradually distorted.

It wasn't until the two of them were almost face to face that Nan Zhaowen's pace stopped.

He Wenyue's whole person was hung in the air by invisible threads, her face was covered with snot and tears, her facial features were already distorted to the limit, but she couldn't even make a sound.

Nan Zhaowen's expression was extremely intoxicated.

As if caressing his lover's face, he put his hand on He Wenyue's cheek and rubbed it gently.

"Don't cry, it won't look good if you cry."

"Come, tell me about it."

"Han Baiyi and Yang Xiaoyu, which one have you provoked?"

As he spoke, he relaxed his left thumb.

With a pop, it seemed as if some prohibition had been lifted.

He Wenyue vomited a dry and hoarse hiss, and it was almost impossible to hear that it was a human voice:

"Let me go, please let me go!"

"Zhaowen! I'm sorry for you! I'm a brute! It's me who worships money! I'll be your dog! You let me go! Please, read it with us for so many years! Gross-"

He Wenyue's voice was as rough as leather frost, and when she spoke, her sentences were reversed and her logic was confused, and she was obviously tortured to the point of madness.

Nan Zhaowen slammed her fist into the abdomen, stabbing the vegetable juice into the glass, and she immediately let out a retching cry in pain.

His palm rubbing He Wenyue's face slid slightly, picked it on her chin, and pressed his forehead against hers.

The tone is still gentle.

"I ask you, which one have you provoked?"

"Listen to me, okay?"

Poof.

The broken cup was pulled out with the glass ballast.

A puddle of dark red blood splattered from his abdomen.

He Wenyue's eyes widened, but there was an inexplicable sense of relief in her heart.

Nan Zhaowen didn't seem to care, his fingers picked up at random, and the abdominal cavity that was originally pierced was sewn together by an invisible force.

Intact as new.

He Wenyue's heart fell from heaven to hell in an instant, and even the only light in her eyes dimmed.

"Didn't any of them provoke you?"

Nan Zhaowen already knew the answer, the reason why he came out like this was just a cat playing with a mouse.

He wanted to play like this back when he had been toyed with so many times.

Crash.

The half-filled vegetable juice in the broken cup was mixed with dark red blood, and it was sprinkled on He Wenyue's head along with the broken glass that fell in the cup.

And she just hung her head and didn't move.

Nan Zhaowen turned his head to himself, let go of his fingers casually, and sewed up his left leg that he once liked the most and had broken countless times, and then walked deeper into the warehouse.

"That's terrible, Han Baiyi."

"I didn't expect that even if you wake up, you are still better than me."

"I'm so jealous."

Nan Zhaowen blinked lightly with those red vertical eyes, and sighed helplessly.

But the inspiration is blooming like an undercurrent.

"I'm so jealous."

He muttered to himself.

Just as the initial case of the murderer with the same fan she hui personality is often the people around him, the transcendent person after demonization, in order to conceal the crime and not be suspected, the first choice of the target of the crime is also the people around him.

It's also a coincidence.

Originally, in the dead of night, Nan Zhaowen, who was just scouting the location of acquaintances in his memory, happened to run into Han Baiyi, who was adding some to himself in the toilet.

That undisguised, in the eyes of all transcendentals, was like a bonfire burning in the night, and it still makes Nan Zhaowen unforgettable.

After that night, Nan Zhaowen knew,

This man has made up his mind.

However, for them half-demons, pure spiritual power cannot be entered.

Even if he eats it, it will not do him any good.

Only the same kind is truly delicious.

But if you want to become a half-demon, or a real demon, you must ignite everything through extreme emotions.

Only the spiritual mechanism formed in this way can make the half-demon bite, devour, and grow itself.

That's how Nan Zhaowen himself came.

However, transcendents are all too rare.

After becoming a 'half-demon', he had almost never seen the transcendent.

The reason why he said 'almost' was because the only time he had ever seen it was when three or four transcendent beings gathered together and besieged a 'demon' that was far more powerful than him.

If the spiritual power exuded by Han Baiyi that night was like a flame, then the spiritual power of these transcendent beings was the mountain fire that spread all over the mountains, and it was the most blazing sun in the sky.

When he first saw him, Nan Zhaowen himself couldn't get close to it at all.

Not to mention what to devour.

Fortunately, there is Han Baiyi.

Nan Zhaowen planned for a long time in order to eat him, originally wanting to do it during the day today, but after seeing Han Baiyi and the others, first, because he suddenly couldn't feel the inspiration on Han Baiyi's body, he became a little suspicious; The second is that because Yang Xiaoyu was present, she didn't know what her ability was, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

After thinking about it, Nan Zhaowen chose to kill one first, and then go after provoking the other party to turn into a demon.

As for eating two at the same time?

As soon as this idea appeared, it was suppressed by Nan Zhaowen.

Apocalypse had told him that his current limit was that he could only swallow one.

Two birds in the forest are not as good as one bird in hand.

But I didn't want to, my wife actually failed.

"What game should I play today?"

He thought to himself.

Suddenly, there was an electric sound in my ears.

"Zilala"

"Zilala."

A lazy voice came from the speaker.

"Crooked?"

"This is the staff of the Special Handling Section of the Cheyenne Bureau, please keep your hands on your knees with your head in your hands."

"Don't move, don't run away, I'll come in and arrest you right away."

"Just the sauce, hang it." 11