I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

I'm not a lackey of Cthulhu: very undesirable fire (Section 1-143)

Crossing the Lin Jiankeeded a bookstore.

He is kind and enthusiastic, always recommending the cure of the heart of the soul to the invisible, and occasionally Amway will be your own.

For a long time, these guests have been very respectful, and there will be some simple native products to repay him every day, and ask him to recommend the recommended book, and tell the surrounding people. The deeds of this ordinary bookstore.

They respect him for their respect -

"The Dog of the Evil", "The Spreaders of Feminols", "The Writer of the Caddy Time", "The Shepherd of the Stars".

"???"

001 Welcome

Lin Ji is usually open the old wooden door of the bookstore.

The copper tones on the door have a dull sound, and there are many water flows on the door frame, and the traces of the glass window in the door is inlaid.

It's frustrating.

The outside is raining, and the rain is hopped on the road, and a misty water is covered with the vision.

The door of the bookstore has accumulated a water that is enough to have no soles.

"heavy rain."

Lin Yan frowned and looked at the shirt and trousers who were wet.

"This stage reports, from last night, this heavy rainy weather will continue for about a week, the meteorological department has released the yellow warning of heavy rain, it is possible to upgrade to red ..."

The sound of the TV is coming from the next door, soon being drowned by the rain.

This kind of weather means that the bookstore has no business.

"Ugh."

Lin Jie took out a triangular bracket and a piece of wooden board behind the door, took a simple step at the door.

It also turned the signage hanging on the door "business".

Although the bookstore is in this weather, there is no more guests.

It may even be cold and clear a day.

Open the door with it, it is better to go back to sleep - most people must be so thinking.

"But in case someone forgets the umbrella in the rain, just need a place to avoid rain."

Lin Jie won a book from the bookshelf, opened the warm light, hanging a towel on the counter, and bubbled two cups of hot tea.

Sitting at the counter side.

He turned his book page to the place you read, pushed one of the cups to his opposite, as pushed to a family.

Now, there are books here, and there are hot tea.

Sleep enough to warm a sloping the mind and body.

Lin Jie took a tea cup and drunk a tea and showed a smile.

Yes, he is such a kind and romantic person. Although ordinary, in the customer, it is a well-known old man and life tutor, specially selling chicken soup.

For life, it should be full, isn't it?

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"Hey!"

The season weaving is interlaced, and the neck of the people, and turned out the moment of turning out of the long-blade cut.

" ..."

The head is rolling, and it is dead.

She reached out of the two bodies to both sides and walked out of the alley.

After the body, dozens of corpses are stacked, gradually carbonized, ignite Mars, and chemically make flying gray.

The end of the rain in the rain.

Blood from the wet black slim dress, drops, evaporated, evaporated to the general water vapor, washed by the rain, and disappeared in an instant.

The body temperature rapidly increased rapidly, and the flesh and blood began to grow, so she clearly felt the number of ribs broken down.

But these are not a problem.

For a hunter that has already injected a blood, you can completely recover only an hour.

"Time, I need time."

She looked up.

Among the rain curtains, the bookstore in front of the bookstore reversed a row of rows of books in the glass window.

In addition, a darkness surrounded.

Such a big rain, so many shops.

Only this store is still open, the door is hung in the "business" brand, with a simple ladder that is convenient to walk in front of the door, and the surroundings are inconsistent.

and.

Just right to be opposite this alley.

"Coincidentally or trap?"

Season woven has no time to distinguish, she believes that her hunter's colleagues have enough smells, enough to smell her blood in the rain.

In this ocean-like heavy rain, just like sharks.

She must fight for enough hidden time as soon as possible.

"!"

The long edge of the hand is inserted, and a cutting of the spine is screwed into the interior, inlaid, blinking into a surface of a black coarse metal cane.

Heavy rain.

Seasonal woven pushed the door of the bookstore.

The store is very quiet.

While she knocked on the surface of the ground, she saw the boss of this bookstore.