The Devil of the Walking Street

38.

When Lan Ming opened his eyes in a daze, he found himself lying on the floor of the attic with the quilt randomly pulled between the bed and the ground. He stared at the twisted and twisted lines on the floor for a long time before finally When I woke up, I probably rolled off the bed while struggling.

Do you have a fever...

He lay on the ground and kicked the quilt under him aside. Even the wooden floor was still cold in the cold winter. Lan Ming pressed his hot cheeks to the floor and let out a long sigh of relief.

There seems to be a wild beast screaming in his mind, trying to break out of the invisible cage. The little devil's eyes have no focus, and he doesn't want to think about anything at this moment. Activity.

No...

can not be like this……

He struggled to support the edge of the bed and stood up, but accidentally stepped on the tangle of quilt, lost his balance suddenly, fell heavily on the ground and made two "dong" sounds—the other sound was when his head hit the edge of the bed sound.

Lan Ming curled up, clutching his knocked forehead, and was so sad that he was about to cry.

he came……

Delirious, he only had this voice in his mind, and his body seemed out of control. He moved to the window of the attic with difficulty, and climbed up.

Here he comes...here...

He didn't care about his clothes being disheveled, he couldn't even think at this time, he didn't care about falling down in his state, whether he would be paralyzed or something.His only thought was to get out of here.

The sooner the better.

39.

Swell saw off the "guests", stood at the door of the church for a while, waited for Xiaomei Xu and her cake, and then returned to the attic.

What greeted him was an empty room and half-opened windows.

The bleak cold wind poured into the messy room, and even the last trace of warmth was mercilessly swept away, leaving nothing behind.

Swell gritted his teeth: "...this annoying little fairy..."

He put the cake aside, walked to the window, and looked down from the third floor—the empty cardboard boxes piled up high underneath had a large area dented downwards, obviously something heavy had fallen on it.

The man's hanging heart was relieved a little. Fortunately, he gathered all the old boxes together a few days ago and prepared to sell them.

Then he thought of the three people who had just left the church.

He calculated how likely it was that the little guy would directly encounter that group of people.

"...Probably not."

40.

The little devil moved on the alleys of the Italian Style Street with one foot deep and one shallow foot, his whole body was as hot as a fire, which made him unable to pay attention to the scratched injury when he fell from the third floor, and he didn't know where to go Walking, the familiar streets seem to have been moved out of thin air like a maze of building blocks.He dawdled and walked for a long time, and finally found that he was just circling in a small area.

Ahhh...

He leaned helplessly against the back wall of a building and felt he could no longer walk.

I'm lost……

Lan Ming shook his head vigorously, trying to make himself more awake, but felt that his brain was like a balloon filled with water, and there was always an illusion that everything inside would be thrown out uncontrollably.

When did the pedestrian street have multiple mazes...

He looked up at the gray sky, and the feeling of palpitations had not subsided, and there were even signs of intensification at this time. He felt that in the next second, his heart would burst due to the unbearable load.

Is there someone... Take me back...

Lan Ming turned his head to look towards the end of the street - a tall figure was walking straight here.

"S...well?..."

And when the other party actually came in front of him, Lan Ming realized that the man was not that unreliable landlord at all.

Without any suspense, the little devil turned around and wanted to run, but was pulled into a strong embrace.

Lei Nuo didn't speak, and his tight arms replaced his current mood. Even though he was mentally prepared, when he saw the other party turning around mercilessly and trying to avoid him, he was still almost distorted in pain.

It's like digging out one's own heart and offering it piously with both hands, but it was thrown on the ground and trampled by thousands of people.

Regardless of Lan Ming's painful struggle in his arms, the man kneaded him even harder, as if he didn't love the boy, but hated him.

Actually it's almost there.

"You...let go...it hurts..." Lan Ming tried his best to push Lei Nuo away, but sadly found that it was difficult for him to keep a distance from him.

"Good..." Renault's voice was a little hoarse, and the heavy panting could not suppress the gushing emotion.

Lan Ming felt the back of his neck being held by a generous hand, and he was forced to raise his head, looking at the man's mature face with slack eyes—how many years have passed?Why is his hairline so high?

No... I'm fucking thinking about something...

He tried his best to concentrate, and said in a chaotic order: "Don't...challenge my...bottom line..."

Renault looked obsessively at the little devil's dilated scarlet pupils, as if he could see his own shadow in them.Hearing what the other party said, he smiled softly: "I still don't understand you?" The man's hand holding the back of his neck slowly moved up, stroking Lan Ming's somewhat messy hair.

Lan Ming's hair was pulled, and he had no choice but to tilt his head back in an even more uncomfortable position. His thin white neck was stretched straight, and he could clearly see the movement of his throat swallowing.

"Do you really have a bottom line?"

The man pulled him away a little bit, admiring Lan Ming's appearance of being slaughtered, but the hands around his waist did not relax at all: "Don't you feel guilty? You have avoided me countless times...you Do you really hope so? Huh?"

Renault gently placed a kiss on his forehead: "Come back. No one loves you anymore. Your family won't love you anymore... That bastard won't love you anymore... Adeline won't love you anymore ..." He smiled, and was satisfied to see the person in his arms trembling violently: "I guess, you killed her?"

"It was you... You did it?" Lan Ming's eyes widened, and fear surged into his heart. He forced himself to concentrate and think of some ways to deal with the current situation, but he couldn't control the memory at all. Repeatedly go back to that day three years ago.

Lei Nuo let go of the hand that was holding the opponent's hair, and turned to press Lan Ming in his arms, comforting him one after another. He lowered his head and approached Lan Ming's left ear with a low and bewitching voice: "You should have already guessed Now... the Positano massacre... I was indeed involved..."

Lanming's hometown is one of the most beautiful places in the world - the small town of Positano on the coast of the Amalfi Coast in Italy. The town has a long history. important trade route.

In his year, that is, the year he awakened as a pure-blood demon in the form of a human, he was taken away from his hometown by his guide.

The growth of every pure-blooded demon is difficult and bumpy. In order for the pure-blooded demons who are already very small in number not to perish, whenever a newborn pure-blooded demon shows signs of awakening, it will There will be an experienced pure-blood demon as a guide, leading the newborn imp to control its own power.

Lan Ming's guide is Adeline, an extremely beautiful and seductive female demon.

As far as Adeline is concerned, she was once a "popular" figure.

He was once famous in the world other than human beings for his tyrannical character, cruel means, and bloodthirsty.

But there is no denying that she is an excellent teacher.

Lan Ming also met the Cameron family's youngest son, Renault, at that time.