The Devil of the Walking Street

"Hey, hey..." Swell's body was a bit huge compared to Lan Ming, and the little devil regretted it as soon as he supported him: "Are you pretending?"

Swell leaned his head on Lan Ming's shoulder, and almost put his whole body weight on the little devil's body. He said weakly, "I...so tired...my head hurts...a lot of people are talking in my head...so uncomfortable Boom..."

Lan Ming kicked him away: "Get lost. It's not like I haven't seen retrospective magic before."

Siweier twisted his waist to avoid the little devil's attack, and stood some distance away from him refreshed, completely no longer weak before: "Have you seen it? This is not something everyone can use."

Lan Ming hummed lightly: "It seems to be in the United States. Once in line to buy ice cream, an old man from the church found him." He stuck out his tongue helplessly: "He rushed over and wanted to catch me, so I took the Ice cream ran off his face."

Swell: "..."

"But I haven't eaten the ice cream yet..." Laming paused, and then continued: "So I wanted to buy it after he left, and it turned out——I saw that he used backtracking magic."

Swell: "On the street?"

Lan Ming nodded: "On the street."

"...Well, you should report to the church as a passer-by. This is a serious violation."

Lan Ming smiled irrefutably, and changed the subject: "How is it?"

How effective is the backtracking magic just now?

The man wiped the dust off his body, his face full of confidence: "I've figured it out, the werewolf witches took Qi Wei to Quanshan."

Lan Ming was taken aback: "Isn't that a barren mountain?"

Spring Mountain is a small hill with nothing special in W City, and the reason why it got its name is because on this mountain, there used to be a scenic spot called "Spring Mountain Resort Village", which was a key attraction in W City at that time. It is not an exaggeration to say that the holidays are crowded with people.But later, for some reason, it gradually became barren and dilapidated, which is regrettable.

"Yes." Swell stepped over the fence and walked on the side of the road: "You should know that every mountain is guarded by a mountain god, big or small."

Lan Ming followed beside him, standing on the side of the road with the man: "Yes."

Swell waved his hand and signaled to the taxi: "The mountain god of a mountain leaves or dies, and the mountain becomes a barren mountain—it's the best place to fight openly."

The man opened the back door of the taxi, and the driver turned his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

Swell: "Go to Spring Mountain."

The driver was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand: "No, I have to take over."

The archbishop looked at the shadow of the green car leaving in the dust with blood on his face, his eyes were full of desolation: "What shift does it take until four o'clock?"

Lan Ming looked into the distance together with him sadly: "Maybe he thinks...we are bad people."

This season, at this point, when we drove to Quanshan, it was already dark—it was the best time to rob houses.

"..." Swell didn't know what he should say at this moment.

The two stood silently by the side of the road.

Lan Ming was silent for a long time, hesitantly said: "...I will take you to fly there."

Swell turned his head and looked at the little devil expectantly, his eyes almost shining brightly: "Okay!"

"..." He must have planned it.

54.

The little devil subconsciously felt that he shouldn't have too much physical contact with the archbishop. He insisted that he could only grab the other's clothes by himself and not allow the other to hug him.

Siweier wailed: "What should I do if the clothes are torn and I fall?"

Lan Ming found it difficult: "... have some confidence in your own weight. Er... if that's the case, I'll catch you—"

Swell: "..."

Facts have proved that the archbishop's windbreaker is not a cheap item bought at a street stall. It has been firmly supporting the weight of a grown man and swaying in the wind until Lan Ming landed in a hidden open space. The brown windbreaker was just Being stretched out of shape.

The man almost didn't wait until he hit the ground, he couldn't wait to ask the little devil to throw himself down, and then he stood firmly on the weedy clearing - it's really embarrassing to be messed up in the wind or something.

The little devil's wings waved, flapping a strong airflow and slowly landed, and suddenly retracted behind him.

The lifted coat fell down, covering the backless design that made him feel ashamed.Lan Ming blushed slightly, and wanted to zip up the sweater, but was stopped by the man.

"Let's just leave it open." Swell narrowed his eyes, looking at the boy's concealed black patent leather tights: "We'll have to fight later."