In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 45 Aesthetics of Violence!Hunt all night!
The huntress shattered the demon's body with a single shot.

With graceful steps, she came to the dilapidated body, and picked up the hideous cane nailed to the ground.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

She leaned on her cane and brushed past Ryan.

"Tuk!"

Sudden.

She stopped, her pale golden eyes narrowed, and she looked at the air beside her.

In a strange void where even the air has been pushed out.

She sensed a catastrophic breath, like the breath of thunder, the curse of madness that caused people to die, violence and terror almost hit her face.

But she can't see it!

The shape of the monster could not be seen at all.

Serena turned her head slowly.

The noble huntress looked at Ryan.

He carried a long knife on his shoulder and looked extremely calm.

The indigo blue eyes were deep and indifferent, and the sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned.

With his handsome face and natural melancholy, combined with his temperament, it always makes people feel that he not only has a story, but also hides some unforgettable thoughts.

the most important is.

Serena felt her blood boil.

In her body, there is a cold, bloodthirsty, and fierce poisonous blood that is sent to all parts of her body along the blood vessels.

The inhuman bloodline is extremely pure and powerful.

She is so pure that in the amazing Lawrence family, she is also regarded as the queen. Just relying on her eyes is enough to suppress some people with thin blood.

Of course, this also means that she can easily judge whether the guy in front of her is strong or weak by virtue of her extremely superior blood.

Heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Blood boils.

This is the brutal and sensitive blood like a beast when facing a strong enemy, making a judgment to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

"Under the skin of a human being."

"There's a monster hiding."

Earrings studded with sapphire crystals shone under the pearl, and her wine-red ponytail danced vigorously.

She continued to take steps, and her figure gradually faded away.

"It really is a monster."

The corner of Serena Lawrence's mouth curved into an arc, and she left without looking back.

The black mist scattered and fled.

The bustling streets of Chicago are immersed in darkness at night.

Ryan sheathed his knife.

"Operator Ryan, we have captured your location."

The Demon Hunting Agency immediately sent condolences.

"The black fog dissipated, and the demons at the Chicago train station were expelled."

Ryan clenched the long knife in his hand and turned back to Bianca.

"We found life activities that did not belong to you and Bianca near the Chicago train station."

Ryan suddenly smiled.

"It's the witcher of the Lawrence family."

The communication of the demon hunting agency was silent for a while.

"Certification has been obtained from the Lawrence family."

"Serena Lawrence, the best witcher of the younger generation of the Lawrence family."

"My prey was snatched by her."

Ryan shrugged, got into the co-pilot of the convertible, and Bianca started the engine, driving through the night.

"This is the first time you met the queen of the Lawrence family, did you have this idea?"

Bianca patted the steering wheel.

"She's so beautiful, if I wasn't a woman, I would be fascinated by her."

"is it?"

Ryan stretched.

"But my prey was indeed snatched by her."

"I hate that feeling."

The man held up a finger and said.

In the game, if someone dares to touch Ryan's line, a parental defense battle will break out in our camp.

Bianca felt that she had nothing to say to the fool.

This kid is really reckless!
"Possessive men are extremely unmannered."

Bianca pouted.

"I admit I'm not personable, but—possessiveness is debatable."

Ryan said: "Although I grew up in the UK, I have no parents and no one taught me manners."

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He looked at Bianca's twitching delicate face, and said with a smile: "Besides, my nationality is very flexible. When I was in the UK, I was British, but when I got out of the UK, I felt that I was an oriental."

The man sticks out his chest.

"Can we end this topic?"

Bianca interrupts Lane's dangerous speech.

"Boy, what should we do next?"

"Let's not talk about the prey being robbed, are you crazy enough? Should I go back to the Demon Hunting Agency to report on my work?"

Bianca offers her own advice.

But in fact, she let her junior brother go crazy.

This beautiful girl is also a lunatic who can pull out a pistol from her back, shoot the devil to death, and then take bold steps to finish these ugly things with one punch.

For her to make a decision, she must be driving around the city, sending demons back to hell when they meet them.

but.

Now Lane calls the shots.

For his sake, it seems more reasonable to report back to the Demon Hunting Agency first.

"No return."

Ryan decisively dismissed the suggestion.

"Before I set off, I was told that this was my free time."

With the imperial decree, Ryan was determined to make a big fuss.

"What's more, Lawrence has already joined the hunt."

"If we don't do it, tonight will turn into another bloody night for the Lawrence family."

Crazy men like to fight hard.

"Okay, as you wish."

The brain circuits of the first-year freshmen in the academic department are a bit strange. In a nutshell, he is "very ambitious" and is an extremely competent demon hunter.

But think about it from another angle.

Could he be addicted?

One or two demons were not killed, and there were ants crawling on their bodies.

Bianca thoughtfully fine-tuned the direction of the vehicle, allowing her and Serena Lawrence to go to different areas.

She can predict.

A bloody demon-slaying match may be staged in Chicago tonight.

The fact is indeed as she thought.

Tonight, in addition to Lawrence who joined the hunt, there was also a crazy Ryan Winster who was racing around the city of Chicago.

Wherever he passed, it sounded like the death knell of evil spirits.

Whining, blasting, foretells that the filth and filth will be wiped out by extreme violence.

Purple blood pooled into rivers.

The demon's black and purple pupils accompanied by a desperate face were trampled to pieces.

The elegant female huntress is hunting demons at the other end of the city. When the luxurious cane pierces the head of the evil spirit, her tall, graceful and mysterious figure seems to make hunting an elegant art.

And Ryan Winston seems to be the "ultimate demon-slaying weapon" driven by a convertible.

Every time he is thrown in the streets and buildings.

He has always been able to unleash brutal and violent slaying demons regardless of any consequences.

Extreme violence is also art.

It is the violent aesthetics of the bloody and miserable demon corpse, the violent panting of the drum, the escape of the pitch-black raven, and the dexterous black cat playing on the battlefield.

Headshot, headshot, cut in half, and torn.

Demons and evil spirits opened their minds and opened their chests, and were forced to accept the iron fist that drove them back to hell.

The clock is ticking.

In the thick clouds, the flickering Thunder Snake had already lost its power of heaven.

"boom!"

The engine of the supercar resounded throughout the night, and the silver streamer seemed to break through the black fog curtain, ushering in the glorious dawn after the darkness.

The morning sun rises from the horizon.

"drop!"

"drop!"

"drop!"

It was silent, and only the sound of mechanical operation resounded in the hall, welcoming fresh popularity.

The door of the control room of the demon hunting organization was pushed open by someone.

"clatter--"

The staff were silent, and their numb eyes were empty, just like the pictures on a three-dimensional virtual image.

The blood spots are gone!
Everyone stared blankly at the person coming with bloodshot eyes.

(End of this chapter)