The Devil of the Walking Street

33.

When we returned to the attic, it was already late at night. Fortunately, the taxi driver regarded Swell as a "hard-working father who went out to pick up his drunk son" because he smelled of alcohol. Otherwise, he really couldn't explain why he hugged him. Why is there a comatose teenager.

Swell kicked open the door of Lan Ming's room lightly, and threw him on the bed without any seriousness. Lan Ming's injured shoulder was thrown on the bed. Even though he had lost consciousness, he still curled up in pain. body.

Swell was about to turn around and leave, but when he saw the fragile appearance of the little devil, he stopped.

He turned over Lan Ming's body with some hesitation, and opened the coat covering him, and was surprised to find that the blood had spread to half of his body.

Swell lightly touched Lan Ming's shoulder, and then his hands were covered in scarlet.

Didn't do it.

Could it be that the wound has been bleeding just now?

It doesn't make sense.

Swell stood beside the bed, frowning.

The recovery ability of a creature like a devil should be the envy of countless people.He once saw with his own eyes that the little devil's fingers were cut and bled by the pages of a book, and after a few seconds, they recovered as if by magic.

He didn't dare to take off Lan Ming's sweater roughly, but took scissors and carefully cut it open, revealing the blood-stained skin.

Sure enough, the wound showed no signs of healing.

It is also not known if the bullet remained inside.

Swell thought he was unlucky, so he had to go back to his room, and dragged out a small box from under the bed that had not been used for a long time. The dust that spread instantly made him unable to bear it and threw it away immediately.

34.

After a simple treatment of the wound, Swell changed Lan Ming into clean loose pajamas and covered him with a quilt after the dressing was completed.Looking at the other party's exposed neck, the wound on the ring finger of his right hand was aching, he gently stroked the little devil's protruding Adam's apple, where the rune that Swell had just drawn had disappeared - to be precise, it was It sank into Lan Ming's neck.

He felt a little parched, so he went to the attic kitchen to pour a glass of water—because no one was boiling it, there was only what was left in the kettle from the morning.

The cold liquid was poured into the throat, which calmed down Swell's feverish brain.

The little devil gave him the feeling that he was conscious, clearly awake, but was suppressed by something and couldn't wake up.

"Is the witch of Milan's family..."

Obviously, there is something wrong with the bullet, and it should have been modified.

Now there's big trouble... a werewolf from Cameron's family, a witch from Milan's family...

After thinking about it for a long time, to be precise, it was a long time in a daze, but Swell still didn't come up with any good countermeasures.

Too much beer today for thinking.

He yawned lazily, and was about to go back to his room to sleep, but he heard a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the wounded's room.

"..." Pushing open the door, I found that the little devil was curled up and lying on the ground, shivering.

Swell had no choice but to move the person back to the bed again, but found that the other person's bare skin seemed to have some signs of heating.

He sat by the bed for a while, and was finally about to get up and leave, but Lan Ming suddenly struggled to grab his clothes.

"Hey, hey... this is not a Korean drama..."

The archbishop complained, but couldn't help squatting down a little, so that the other party didn't have to work so hard. He stroked the hair on the little devil's forehead with his rough palm: "Wake up, hello. Wake up, Lan Ming."

no response.

Swell looked at the other party's frowning uncomfortable, felt the abnormally high temperature under his palm, and felt that there was nothing he could do tonight.

I don't know if Banlangen is useful...

Ahh, how is it possible.

He moved the little devil's body inside, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned against the edge of the bed, and prepared to make do with it tonight.

Lan Ming beside him was lying on the bed with his tail hanging out of the quilt.

Swell stared blankly for a while, and stretched out his hand with some dirty thoughts.

!!!

The slender, smooth, but extremely powerful tail seemed to have self-awareness, entangled the man's salty pig's hand, making him feel as if he was tightly entwined by a tough wire, as if he was about to sink into the flesh.

The dying archbishop held back the pain that he almost breathed out.

35.

The next day, Swell woke up with a sore body. He stood up and twisted his stiff neck, and turned his head to see Lan Ming, who finally fell asleep peacefully. This guy suddenly started to struggle desperately in the middle of the night. Next to it, otherwise it might happen.

After washing up, Swaer walked down the attic slowly, opened the door of the church, and then went to a small restaurant on the street to solve the breakfast problem.

Probably, today is still the same as before.

Looking at the sparse people outside the store, Svir thought wildly.

He remembered that when he called the association yesterday, the other party actually said, "Solve your foreigners' conflicts by yourself, don't treat the association as a kindergarten teacher."

Swell sighed.

Then, he saw a tall foreign man, followed by a curly-haired loli who was only as tall as his waist.

Plus a Shamate youth with gray and white hair.

Today's wind... is a bit noisy.

He wanted to cry without tears.

Swell looked regretfully into the restaurant, sure that his soup dumplings would not be available for a while, so he dropped his chopsticks, got up and followed.

36.

Xu Xiaomei's alarm clock was set one hour earlier by her annoying little cousin last night, and when she discovered this problem, she was already fully dressed and standing beside the bus stop sign where no one was there.

"I hope the boss will praise me..." She was still thinking deliriously, and got on the No. 538 bus.

Today's air quality is not very good. The tall bell tower, which was clearly visible, now looks like it is covered with dust because it is far away from the pedestrian street.

The door of the church was open, but there was no one inside.

She walked in, found a bench and sat down, closed her eyes and prepared to catch up on sleep.

However, just as she closed her eyelids that were constantly fighting one second, there were footsteps in twos and threes behind her the next second.

I thought it was the boss coming back, but when I listened carefully, I felt that it was the sound of more than two people.

She turned her head, and the trio caught her eyes surprised her: Is this the rhythm of a family of three?

The leading man glanced at Sha Matt who was following behind him, and Sha Matt turned his head and asked, "Your boss, is Swell there?"

"Boss? He probably left too early." Xu Xiaomei thought for a while, adjusted her facial expression, and tried her best to show a formulaic smile: "If you have something to ask him, you can sit here for a while, do you want to see the wedding photos? ? The boss will come back after a while."

Hadley also returned her formulaic smile: "Thank you." Then he walked forward without looking back.Seeing that the other party's destination seemed to be the stairs leading to the attic, Xu Xiaomei stood up quickly without thinking about sleepiness: "Sir, you can't go in there."

Renault just turned his head slightly, and didn't even bother to give alms to the only human being present. After receiving the instruction, Hadley hesitated a little, but "obedience" seemed to be engraved deep in his mind. He lowered his eyelids, turned and walked towards the following Xu Xiaomei.

Xu Xiaomei was a little anxious: "It belongs to the boss..."

Hadley, who was walking with normal strides, suddenly stepped forward in the next second, and an invisible momentum radiated out. It seemed that even the surrounding air was forced to vibrate. The girl subconsciously felt palpitations and stopped abruptly. The body wants to step back.

"Bullying a little girl early in the morning—isn't it good?" Swell's lazy voice suddenly came from the church gate, and the four people present stopped and looked over.

"Boss..." Xu Xiaomei looked around uncertainly, rationally feeling that she hadn't been bullied, but she really felt aggrieved in her heart.

"Xu Lin, you came so early, help me to buy something that is too early." Swell smiled at her, walked past her, and then leaned against the bench about three or four rows away from Renault's group of people, staring straight at her. Looking at the tall blond man: "I want 'Uncle Chess' cheesecake. I'll reimburse you when I get back."

Xu Xiaomei frowned and wailed: "So far! It's across the road..."

"I still have some movie coupons, don't I?"

"want!"

37.

Until Xu Xiaomei walked out of the church, Lei Nuo and his group stood there quietly, and did not interrupt or do anything to brush up the sense of existence that Swell deliberately ignored. Ren Nuo just stood there quietly, looking Complicated emotions surged inside.

"What a well-behaved dog...knows that the master can't interrupt when he is talking." Swell looked at them, at a disadvantage in numbers but not losing momentum. After all, in his opinion, that little loli and Shamat could be ignored Regardless, the one who really needs attention is the man who seems to be easy to get along with.

Renault frowned and looked at Hadley: "What did he say?"

Hadley opened his mouth, and tens of thousands of sentences rolled through his mind in an instant: "...he said...it's time to have a good talk."

Swell smiled without saying a word.

Renault looked at Swell, who was standing casually, as if his whole body was full of flaws.

"We're here to apologize, for Erwang...for...for...Haremon's reckless behavior." Lei Nuo's attitude was sincere—at least the expression was sincere.

Siweier waved his hand generously, as if the people upstairs just suffered minor injuries like "cutting their hands": "You're welcome~"

Hadley felt that the other party really owed him a lot: "Archbishop Swell... please speak English..."

Swell: "Don't tell me... I almost forgot..."

Hadley: "..."

Weiji, who had been silent all this time, looked at Swell's casual attitude and smiled mockingly: "You really look like a self-righteous flower peacock."

Swell was so disgusted by her, he rubbed the goosebumps that popped up, and switched to English mode: "Well, as the host, we have to think about the distinguished guests who came from afar, from the other side of the ocean."

"Then" his smile, which he hadn't let go all this time, deepened at this time, and seemed to carry some other meanings besides contempt: "We should talk—" Swell pointed to the ceiling, and his tone was unquestionable: " Regarding the ownership of the person upstairs."