The Devil of the Walking Street

The photo studio is closed today, and the church is open daily as a scenic spot.

After receiving the call, Swell told Lan Ming to go to the side door of the church to help him sign for the courier.

Lan Ming's hands trembled a little, and he took the package wrapped in a black bag from the trembling hand of the courier brother.

【From: Kiss Sex Toys Store】

【Recipient: Handsome Archbishop】

The little devil resisted the desire to burn the things, took the black pen handed by the younger brother, and signed the three characters "Swell" on the form.

The strength of the pen penetrates the back of the paper.

The courier brother carefully confirmed Lan Ming's age again from his appearance, and left the side door on the battery car with a long sigh.

Lan Ming squeezed the bag in his hand, and slapped it on the man's face - there seemed to be something soft inside, probably a piece of clothing.

"Hey, hey, the last wave, wait for me to push down their throne..." Swell, wearing a headset, concentrated on controlling the hero to demolish the opponent's building, not in the mood to pay attention to Lan Ming.

"..." Lan Ming stood aside, patiently waiting for the opponent to finish the round.

"Huh?" Swell put down the mouse and turned around: "How do you feel? I removed all the magic circles in the room."

"Thank you." Lan Ming nodded, and sat down on Swell's bed at random: "What is this? A sex toy?"

"Don't pay attention to this detail..." Swell picked up the package on the ground, opened it, took out the contents and unfolded it: "Try it on to see if it fits, and see if I can see it correctly."

This is a black sleeveless tight-fitting patent leather jacket, without too many decorations or patterns, just three oranges on each side of the shoulders—and a rhombus on the butterfly bone on the back, which can almost reveal the clothes. Clothes the entire back of the person.

Lan Ming: "..."

Swell smiled, and gestured towards the other party: "Anyway, winter is almost over, and the devil itself has a low body temperature, so it is not so afraid of the cold. Wear this in winter, and then wear a thicker coat--when you want to fight, directly Unzip the jacket, so that you don’t have to worry about being seen when you open the wings hahahaha... Don’t worry, this is not cheap..."

The little devil snatched the patent leather coat from him, his face flushed slightly.

"How old you are." Swell touched the young man's tender cheeks: "Don't pretend to be innocent."

Lan Ming snorted, turned and left the room.

53

"Was it here when you left?"

The two stood in front of the office building, one tall and one short, the combination of the handsome uncle and cute Zhengtai attracted the attention of countless men and women.

"Probably..." Lan Ming thought that he had bumped his head against the wall of the office building stupidly, and his face was bloody.He looked around, stepped into the lawn, and walked to the side of the office building: "Here——what are you doing standing there?"

"Here it says, 'No trampling on the lawn, a fifty-fifty fine' - have you got any money?"

"..." Lan Ming didn't want to pay attention to him, turned around and disappeared in the corner of the office building.

Swell shook his head boredly, and stepped into the lawn, following the pace of the little devil.

The van that hit the wall, as well as the blood and traces on the ground were all cleaned up overnight. If it wasn't for the sudden lack of a piece of gray paint on the wall, I am afraid that Lan Ming would also feel that what happened last night was only his own. hallucinations.

He looked at Swell, indicating that the other party could start.

Swell nodded: "Look out, don't let people come in and fine us."

"..." Lan Ming obediently walked to the corner, leaned against the wall, hugged his hands, and looked at the man standing on the lawn in his spare time.

Swell took a deep breath, imagining himself in a long brown trench coat and naturally curly hair in his heart, being shocked by the domineering aura he exuded, without wind and automatically.

It was not the first time that Lan Ming saw people using retroactive magic, but every time he saw it, he felt a huge sense of oppression in his heart.

It's like a child holding a piece of driftwood, floating on the deep sea.

A fierce gust of evil wind rolled up, carrying sand, stone and dust around the man, spiraling upwards, reaching the sky, even covering the small clear sky above Swell's head into gray.

The young man felt some heart palpitations, and something seemed to be whispering inexplicably next to his ear.

"?" Noticing the different direction, the security uncle stepped over the fence strangely, and walked towards the boy in the cat ear hat: "What are you doing?"

Lan Ming leaned against the wall and turned his head. Seeing the uncle walking towards him, he clicked his tongue softly, and a black light flashed very quickly in his dark red eyes.

The security uncle stood still suddenly, his expression changed from impatient to dull in an instant.He turned around stiffly, one step at a time, like a marionette, stepped out of the lawn and back into the security booth.

The young man blinked his eyes, and looked back at the man standing on the lawn—the wind was slowly subsiding, but Swell suddenly covered his head and moaned in a low voice, as if he had suffered a huge blow, his body swayed from side to side a few times Next, his legs went limp and he fell to the lawn.

Lan Ming didn't think much about it, and rushed straight over.

-----------------------------------------------------

【small theater】

The little devil sat on a pew in the church, looked at the crowds of humans around him, and said with some gloom, "Everyone doesn't leave messages."

Swell hugged the boy and kissed him lightly on his soft hair: "I probably think we are too slow."

Lan Ming leaned against the man's arms and lay down in a comfortable position: "But that woman said that she has no motivation if she doesn't leave a message."

Swell looked into the scarlet eyes of the boy in his arms, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Trust me, we will have a perfect ending."

The spring sun shines through the stained glass of the church and sprinkles on the two people who have harvested happiness.

Lan Ming narrowed his eyes comfortably: "If she is cheated."

Swell gently stroked the broken hair on the young man's forehead, and took the other party's words softly: "Then I will be her."