Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Ma De, if you open a coffee shop, you'll be working for Moge."

"It's really a law-abiding once."

The extrajudicial fanatic calmed down a little: "Do you two have any last words? If you have any, hurry up and tell me. I'm in a good mood and I can help you spread the word!"

"I didn't like the pretentiousness when I saw the two of you connecting."

"It's all conspired, and it's still moaning."

"Forget it, just go to die."

"Do it."

The outlaw's anger dissipated, but he also had no interest in cursing anymore, so he waved his hand casually.

The next moment, the two auras in the distance became sharper.

That's when...

On the street in the distance, a little girl with a lollipop in her mouth, who looked only about five years old, with twin ponytails, was bouncing towards the coffee shop with a schoolbag on her back.

It is obvious that the coffee shop is already tense, and even the streets are overflowing with energy.

But it didn't seem to affect her at all.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of bells, the girl walked into the coffee shop.

"Uncle, can I make a cup of coffee?"

The little girl raised her head, looked at the outlaws in the bar, and smiled sweetly.

The two eyes are squinted together, which looks very cute.

It's just that the expression of the outlaw lunatic gradually became serious, and he kept staring at the girl in front of him. After a long time, he said lightly: "It's sold out."

"That's such a pity."

The girl looked regretful, then climbed onto a chair beside her awkwardly, opened her schoolbag, and took out a book: "Then can I do my homework here?"

"If you can't finish writing, you will be scolded when you go back."

The girl's tone was full of helplessness, she was obviously just a child, but her tone of voice was very mature.

"I'm even more curious about your position in Soul Hunt."

The outlaw lunatic waved his hand lightly, and the aura that was locked on the middle-aged man outside the door gradually receded.

And he looked at the girl in front of him playfully, and said with a light smile.

"I am the soul hunting team, the leader of the third group."

"He's my team member."

"I apologize for his recklessness just now, and I hope uncle will stop blaming him."

"He doesn't have enough brains."

The girl still smiled sweetly, pointed to her head, and said.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's forehead was covered with sweat, he lowered his head slightly, and walked behind the girl, without saying a word, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"If an apology is useful, I won't be sneaking away to open a coffee shop in such a remote place."

"You are hunting souls, is talking useful?"

The outlaw lunatic sneered and said lightly.

The girl thought about it seriously: "It should be useful."

"it is good."

"Then let's talk today."

"First, what do you mean by bringing my store when you are aiming at spiritual thoughts?"

"Second, is it really just a coincidence that you came to this coffee shop today?"

"Third, I'm angry."

The extrajudicial lunatic narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned back on the chair, made himself a cup of cheap instant coffee, blew on the hot air on it, and took a sip, completely ignoring what he said just now that the coffee was sold out. talk.

"Um..."

The girl was lost in thought.

After a long time.

"I'm not very clear about the first question. This is what our boss insisted on doing."

"This coffee shop is indeed a coincidence, and the location was chosen by that guy."

"As for the last question..."

The girl seemed to have a headache. She scratched her hair and rummaged through her schoolbag carefully. Finally, she took out a dagger and stuck it in the middle-aged man's leg behind her.

The middle-aged man snorted, his face pale.

Blood gushed continuously down the leg.

But he didn't even dare to say a word.

"Uncle, is it okay to deal with it like this?"

The girl tilted her head, looked in the direction of the bar, and asked expectantly.

The outlaw's expression remained unchanged, but he turned his head to look at Zongren.

Zong Ren still maintained a smile.

It's just that he didn't bring a dagger when he went out.

He looked around, walked silently to the distance, picked up a fruit knife, and stuck it in his leg.

Then...

He took another one and put it on his shoulder.

Wounds, two...

"Wow, you are so curly!"

The girl looked at Zongren in surprise, and looked a little shocked: "I feel that you are provoking me!"

"If he can do it, you can too."

The girl looked at the middle-aged man behind her and asked.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, but didn't speak.

"To Come!"

The girl clenched her fists, encouraged him, took out a dagger, and stabbed the middle-aged man exactly where Zong Ren's shoulder was.

"He didn't even groan!"

"It's embarrassing for us to hunt souls like this."

Seeing the middle-aged groan, the girl muttered in dissatisfaction.

And the extrajudicial lunatic who had been silent all this time suddenly laughed, with a warm spring breeze: "Oh, what are you guys doing?"

"As the saying goes, everyone who comes is a guest!"

"This trouble is so unpleasant to everyone!"

"Remember to clean up all the blood you shed later, otherwise it will be dirty."

"Let's sit down and talk."

While talking, the extrajudicial fanatic picked up three cups, poured three cups of ordinary instant coffee, brewed them, put them on a plate, and brought them to the coffee table not far away.

"It took me a whole month to learn how to make coffee!"

"Try my craft."

The word hypocrisy was almost printed on his face.

But he didn't care and sat down first.

The girl looked at her homework and was a little confused: "If I can't finish my homework, my mother will scold me."

"And my mother said, you can't drink drinks from other uncles outside."

"Forget it, forget it, my mother doesn't know anyway."

The girl tried hard to convince herself, and finally put away her homework happily, and handed her schoolbag to the middle-aged man: "Remember to help me finish my homework."

The middle-aged man hastily wiped his blood-stained hands, then took the schoolbag, nodded, dragged his injured body, and sat on another table in the distance, earnestly writing homework for him.

During the period, avoid blood rubbing on the books.

The girl took a sip of coffee enjoying herself, squinting her eyes slightly, looking very satisfied.

Zong Ren was the most low-key, sitting on the edge without saying a word.

But his eyes were always on the outlaw lunatic, waiting for his speech.

(Recently, I have been coding in the early morning, and I always feel that the state is not right. I need to adjust the time difference...Maybe two days of double-shifting to refresh my mind and organize the outline of the next paragraph, or it may be three shifts...)