At this point, Li Ang felt that he was doing a good job, he was a person who loved cleanliness.

Loga smiled and said, "Sounds like a lot of sense. You're metaphorically saying that 'morality' shouldn't be a fig leaf for others to see, but a code that regulates one's own behavior, even when no one is around, right?"

Leon gave him a deep look.

I didn't even think I had this deep meaning.

He was a little speechless and said, "Don't think about it so much, I'm just saying it casually." ”

"Lorgar, not everything that sounds high and deep needs to be interpreted by you. ”

When he said this, he remembered Mr. Zhou's sentence, "There are two trees in front of my house, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree."

Although he felt that this sentence was quite tasteful, it did not prevent him from writing such a sentence in his composition, and he would definitely be criticized by the teacher for being incomplete.

Loga was a little disappointed, "I thought I guessed right. ”

In the usual conversations between the two people, his shortcomings in cultural level are often exposed.

Leon was often able to say things that made him feel very profound, interspersed with metaphors that were difficult for him to understand even if he had thought about it for a long time.

For example, he refers to "copulation" as "popping" or "applauding for love."

At first glance, I didn't understand it at all, but when I thought about it carefully, I felt that it was extremely appropriate and just right.

"Alright, Lorgar, it's not too early, if it's a sunny day, it should be dusk by now, so this is the end of the chatting time. ”

Leon decisively put an end to the topic.

In his conversation with Lorgar, he used a lot of later slang and Internet terms, which were translated literally into Latin, which was indeed somewhat obscure.

Luo Jia was surprised, "Do we also have to follow the rule of not speaking out?"

"Of course. ”

Leon placed the cup on the floor away from him, and moved everything around him that seemed like it might be making a noise.

Lorga also stepped forward to help, clearing a clearing.

After all this was done, he asked, "Aren't we here to hunt this evil spirit, why are we hiding from it?"

Li Ang frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Aside from us, how many demon hunters are righteous and bright and demons are tough every time?"

Lurking in the shadows, through traps, sneak attacks, etc., to deal a fatal blow to the enemy, this is what we witchers should do.

Instead of simply finding the enemy, rushing up and slashing head-on, and then either solving the target or being tackled by the target. ”

The witcher's abilities are derived from demons, and the more often they are used, the closer they will get to the abyss, until their bodies and minds become deformed and distorted.

Therefore, the vast majority of demon hunters rely on their martial arts, superhuman physique, carefully arranged traps, sword oil to restrain demons, and other things to deal with demons.

As a last resort, they generally don't use demonic abilities, especially those wild hunters who can only use the extremely disadvantageous ability of [Demon Transformation].

Lorga was a little stunned.

Leon couldn't help but mock, "Luojia, you don't really think we're reckless demon hunters, do you?"

The Reckless Witcher is what he calls himself when he jokes.

Luo Jia was a little embarrassed and said, "I understand, I won't be able to speak next." ”

Leon nodded, "Well, if there is something important, you can transmit the sound, and I will reply to you in another way." ”

"Otherwise?"

Luojia's voice sounded directly in Leon's head.

Leon pointed to the table next to him, which was quickly covered with a layer of frost flowers, and it formed a sentence, "This is the way." ”

In the blink of an eye, the night was dark.

The rain had long since stopped, and the dark clouds had dispersed, revealing a starry sky.

The bright moon sprinkled Qinghui on Li Ang's body, which made him more confident in tonight's "revenge".

The quiet and silent town makes two-->>

The person who was waiting silently couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart.

A truly qualified hunter should be able to endure loneliness, be as calm as a mountain when waiting for his prey, and be as swift as the wind when attacking.

But as Leon said with that self-deprecation, the two of them were a little less patient than the real witchers.

Finally, there was an imperceptible sound in the darkness, as if something was dragging across the grass.

Their eyes were focused on that direction at the same time.

At some point, on the originally empty ground, a bloody figure appeared.

It is very tall, at least two meters tall.

On the skull, which resembles a piece of flesh, there is a certain white horn helmet that looks like it is made of a skull.

He carried a corpse on his shoulder.

The corpse's neck was slender—like a snake—causing its head to hang to the ground.

The sound of dragging on the grass is made by the friction of its hair against the ground.

"Do you want to do it?"

Loga's biography sounded.

Leon shook his head, and in Luo Jia's sight, a line of small ice crystal words silently appeared on the wall, "It's not our ultimate goal, it's a minion at best." ”

The line was erased, and the melted water stains were regrouped into small letters, "But the corpse he was carrying on his shoulder sounded familiar to me, but it shouldn't have a body." ”

The night he spent in Silent Hill, there was a knock on his door with a long-necked faceless woman.

He knew that this long-necked monster was actually a "stitching monster" composed of countless human bodies linked to its neck, and this stitching monster was the goal of his trip.

"He's coming to us!"

Luo Jia suddenly spoke.

I saw the giant who was carrying the female corpse on his shoulder, with blurred flesh and blood, as if he noticed that someone was peeping in the dark, and walked towards the house where the two of them settled step by step.

"Do you want to do it?"

Lorgar pressed her hand to the hilt of her sword.

The line on the wall once again appeared: "Calm down." ”

Leon stared closely at the monster that was pressing towards them step by step, with a strong sense of oppression.

It was not fast, it was not so much trying to catch them, but trying to intimidate them and make them run away, thus making a noise.

He didn't believe that this monster was only so slow.

Ahh

A terrible scream rang out suddenly.

Immediately after, the screams came and went, and the night, which had been quiet for a long time, was finally broken by this noisy sound.

In the dimly lit alleys, flesh giants with long necks on their shoulders appeared, walking slowly, and the heads of the people they dragged behind them had already flown up like poisonous snakes, spreading towards the houses where the caravan had settled.

It is clear that the people of the caravan have triggered the rules for killing evil spirits.

"To save or not to save?"

Lorga asked.

Leon didn't answer, he just held the hilt of the Sword of Victory, his eyes followed the nearest flesh giant, and he didn't move for a long time.

Lorgar was a little anxious.

Finally, Li Ang spoke, not with frost condensation, but really with words.

Just one word.

"Save!"

A word fell, almost like thunder.

Almost all of the flesh giants spun around at the same time, letting out a silent roar as they galloped towards them.

From the beginning to the end, it was clear to this one—or rather, this group of evil spirits—that only Leon and Loga were the ones who threatened them.

And the members of the caravan are just food.

This has been the case since the moment they set foot in the town.

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