I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

Here is a hunter, with the power of filthy blood to regenerate, and even the face does not change the color to pull out his arm.

But as a black witch, Yiai's physique is basically the difference and the normal person.

There is no way to harm, and there is no way to get it.

What's more, this kind of injury is, but it is not enough to cure enough, the treatment effect is the dome church.

However, in the past three years, the Dome Church in the Novoli area announced that the black wizards were not treated.

The reason is not a position problem.

The dome church is responsible for treatment, not responsible for teaching you to be a person.

But the black wizards, especially the large number of low-grade black wizards in the bottom ... is universal.

"Seasonal Will, including the old ... Wang Wade, it is as if there is a relationship with the book owners of this 23rd street, it is as if they are rewritten here."

Yu Mei muttered.

In the year, Wang Ward was suffering from multiple injuries. He knew that it was a clear two.

And with his proud of his teacher, even if it is not dead, it will not appear again.

But who knows that Wang Wilda still appeared, and it seems to be strong.

"I hope is just an error."

Yu Yai turned, looking at the middle-aged black wizard John next to: "Remember your task?"

"remember."

The black wizard is low, whispered: "The situation of the bookstore and the owner of the bookstore only needs the other level and the appearance, the bookstore's general layout and position."

Yudao: "Go, you will bring me good news, is it?"

John's figure disappeared, turned into a dark shadow.

Storm!

This is the best way to explore information is the best way to explore information.

He shouted at a very fast speed in the shadow of the building, and the night was his best camouflage.

Twenty-third street.

412.

bookstore.

The coordinate location is soon arrival.

John's speed slows down, look at the bookstore carefully, gradually cautious.

But at the same time, some doubts.

Here ... clearly don't have anything too fluctuations, if you say a single saying, it is a simple bookstore.

However, both levels attach great importance to the task, certainly not simple.

He entered the bookstore door and patrol a circle on the first floor of the bookstore, and did not find any abnormalities, only the bookshelf that arranged very neat and tightly, and books.

So he sneaked into the second floor.

The pattern upstairs is more a list, and it is just a normal bookstore.

He explored the place to explore it, and finally only the bedroom of this bookstore.

There is the only place with signs of life, although the breath is still ordinary, it seems not extraordinary.

In other words, the owner of the bookstore is sleeping here.

John is close to the bedroom door, thinking, maybe he can kill this guy, then go back to report "In fact, you are worried about people, it has been done by me."

He laughted his moon, then changed back to the original, reached out and opened the door of the bedroom.

The door is slowed down.

John 's eyes were idtamed.

In the door, countless blood is covered with the entire room, the peristaltic blood vessels and block sarcoma are radiated, spread from the center of the bed to the wall of the bed, to the bed, grow a bush white iris flower Allows a touch of light.

Illuminated the face of a beautiful dream, smiling, smiling.

John has not reacted, and the blood is alarmed, instantly from the ground, dense Ma Ma, and fluttering him.

030 Run

From John, I saw the horror room in the room, and he lost his consciousness, but it was a moment of time.

His mind still remains on the pure white flowers that grow from the flesh and blood, the horror contrast, so that he felt a scalp, sweat.

But he did not have a reactive reaction.

The next second vision is a dark, and the whole body has passed the pain.

This is a short a long one.

He can clearly feel that bloodshots are in their own skin, and one inch is drilled from their own ears, eyes, mouth, nostrils into it.

From the epidermis, to the internal organs, to the brain.

John feels that he is a bloated flesh-filled leather bag, which is madly stirred inside, and finally is no longer himself, nor is a concept with a concept.

The door of the room, the middle-aged black wizard only paused, and then his eyes were low.

His hand also took on the door handle, and his hand was hidden, his bloodshot, soon disappeared.

" -"

John retreats while lightering the door.

He went downstairs, while confused, it was disconnected to mutter: "I ... I, I should ... I should ..."

He seems to have just got a lot of language skills, and he said many meaningful whispers.

But after he walked downstairs, the speed was gradually getting up.

The expression of discourse has also become clear.