After falling in love with the evil god

Chapter 29
Song Liancheng tilted his head, "What deal?"

"Isn't it troublesome to post a job offer on the official website to find prey? The people who are sent in never return. If there are too many people, they will be exposed one day."

"I used to beg for a living in the lowest circles of the Vagabond City. I have a large number of homeless people without parents. I can replace Peng Yue and run this farm for you. Do you want to give me a chance?"

Lin Qiao spoke in a deliberative tone, and fixed his eyes on the mahogany chair next to him.

Peng Yue's complexion changed, she pulled out the knife and turned around in a panic, "Mr. Song!"

Fortunately, Song Liancheng didn't like her. The big mouth on his neck stretched out an extremely long tongue and rolled it up slowly, ready to go, drooling, "But Lin Qiao smells delicious. , It's so fragrant, it's like spraying traps in front of my nose, so I can't wait until tomorrow, let me eat it obediently, I spent 50 on the meat."

So Peng Yue's impatient murder tonight was all to make supper for his impatience.

The provocation failed, and at the moment Song Liancheng's tongue shot at her, Lin Qiao followed the action he had simulated in his mind, and suddenly jumped out of the table and held the chair in front of him.

Peng Yue saw a sharp knife flying towards the chair at the right time and stabbed it into the chair. Because it was made of solid wood and not small in thickness, it successfully helped Lin Qiao block the fatal blow.

Peng Yue didn't realize it all at once, and said in surprise, "That mahogany chair is so heavy, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Qiao, who seemed to weigh less than a hundred, picked up a chair leg with one hand and blocked the whole chair in front of him. He still had enough strength to touch the kitchen utensils on the open kitchen counter behind him, and threw them like darts. .

The edge of the knife glowed with silver light, piercing into Peng Yue's shoulder.

This is Lin Qiao's rare luck, but it is not difficult to do it with a long table that is more than one meter wide.

Lin Qiao abandoned the chair and jumped to the table to avoid the long tongue sweeping below, obviously feeling that his body had become stronger and more flexible.

She knelt on one knee on the dining table, grabbed the neck of Peng Yue who was dodging unhurriedly, and pulled out the knife stuck in her shoulder.

Regardless of the blood spilled on her cheeks, she put the knife across Peng Yue's body, staring straight at Song Liancheng, "She is your only assistant, so it's not easy for me to kill her."

"It's okay to kill." Song Liancheng withdrew his tongue and giggled, "Just recruit again, kill it, do you dare to do it? Then kill it."

Peng Yue's eyes showed horror, "Mr. Song! You promised me!"

"I gave you a chance, Lin Qiao, as a little fun before dinner, isn't it fun, hahahaha." Song Liancheng climbed up the wall, hung upside down from the ceiling, and looked at her greedily.

"Yes, you gave me a chance, so I'll make good use of it." Lin Qiao shouted at his subordinates.

Before Peng Yue could utter a word of begging for mercy, blood gushed out from her neck in an instant. Lin Qiao.

Whether to keep two enemies for himself, or only need to deal with one in the confrontation, the pros and cons are clearly in Lin Qiao's mind.

To save her life as much as possible, she had to kill Peng Yue. Originally, the other party wanted to kill herself too, which was no big deal, so she wouldn't feel any guilt when she did it.

Lin Qiao swung the blood-stained knife, exhaled, and concentrated on dealing with Song Liancheng, "I was also very decisive when I killed you, so you don't think I really can't kill you, do you?"

"eat you!"

Song Liancheng made several attacks within a short breath interval. Lin Qiao quickly jumped to avoid it, and rolled behind the living room door. With a bang sound, her long tongue pierced the door directly against her face. She held a kitchen knife and slashed down decisively.

With a lot of strength, she actually chopped into his tongue, and the extremely tough tissue shook her mouth so that her mouth was numb, and the pain continued.

so hard!

Song Liancheng let out a cry of pain, and the crumbling door was knocked away by him, and Lin Qiao who was behind was also hit by the door against the wall and fell to the ground.

She let out a muffled snort, feeling that all the bones in her body were about to burst in pain, but she still got up as fast as she could, and ran away and disappeared into the corridor.

Song Liancheng flicked the kitchen knife with his tongue, and his roar echoed: "I'm going to kill you!"

During the escape, cold sweat rolled down Lin Qiao's temples, his brain was running fast and he thought about the battle process carefully, and found a detail.

Song Liancheng never fought her at close range, and the tongue that retracted freely from his neck was the only weapon he used to attack her.

Does this mean that his body is actually weak?She was so weak that she didn't dare to approach her, a woman with a little strength, so she kept a distance from her.

Lin Qiao held the kitchen knife he had just picked up in time, calmed down and hid in a room, paying attention to the movement outside.

"Lin Qiao, I saw you." A voice like a nightmare was approaching as Song Liancheng stepped onto the floor.

The air was filled with the spores he used to spy and hypnotize, and he quickly had a target.

Hong Jing couldn't help thinking about what Lin Qiao said at night. She lay on the bed and covered her mouth and nose with a wet towel. Although she wasn't used to it, she really wanted to know what was hidden in this calm treachery. What the hell is wrong with fresh pigs and meat in the kitchen every day.

Falling asleep drowsily and then awakened by a loud bang downstairs, Hong Jing sat up, dropped the towel on the floor, and listened to Song Liancheng's call with a confused expression.

"Lin Qiao. I saw you."

She didn't know why the cheerful tone was so, when the footsteps approached, she got out of bed and opened the door to check.

Song Liancheng, who had just walked between the two doors, stopped, turned his head, his colorful eyes met Hong Jing's eyes, and his mouth on the neck parted into a smile, "Can't Hong Jing sleep tonight?"

Hong Jing's pupils suddenly contracted and enlarged, her face became extremely panicked, she covered her lips and trembled, "What?"

Song Liancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a strange expression, "You can see me."

At this moment, the opposite door was suddenly opened, and Lin Qiao's muscles tensed up, with a determined look on his face. With all the strength he could use on his wrist, he slashed hard at Song Liancheng's neck.

It was as if she had cut a knife into a piece of soft jelly, without touching any bones that should be part of the human spine, and easily chopped off Song Liancheng's head, along with his big mouth.

Her guess was indeed correct. Song Liancheng was even worse than the alien species in the bar, and his body was extremely fragile.

Hong Jing looked at Lin Qiao whose face was covered in blood like a murderous god. She was so frightened that she lost all strength, her legs and feet trembled like chaff, and she covered her lips and said, "Weird. Monster."

Lin Qiao stomped on Song Liancheng's long tongue that was exposed outside his neck, and crushed it hard, "You used to be a human, right? A human infected by marine pollutants?"

(End of this chapter)