Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

"Ding~"

A bright yellow light bulb suddenly appeared next to Tom's head, as if to tell others that Tom had a great idea.

Investigator Tom, who thought of it, stretched out his hand and pushed the demon who had just sat up on the ground back to the ground.

You lie back for me!

It only took a short moment for the pressed devil's expression to change from anger at the beginning to surprise to bewilderment.

who am I?

where am I?

Why did the cat hold me down so easily?

Did I just turn on the water?

No?

The little head is full of big doubts.

Although he was in extremely poor condition after a battle, he was not something anyone could provoke.

Not to mention pushing him to the ground so easily.

At this time, the devil's eyes showed three points of bewilderment, three points of doubt, three points of bewilderment, and one point of disbelief.

Simply put, it is a pie chart.

Of course, it is the devil who is confused.

Our investigator Tom didn't hesitate.

Putting his empty hand behind his back, he groped under the tail a few times and took out a small wooden hammer and a few nails.

After holding the nail in his mouth, the hand holding the hammer suddenly stretched out of the sight of Luo Zhen and the demon, and he didn't know where he went.

Investigator Tom withdrew his hand before the two could react.

At this time, besides the small wooden hammer, there were a few more planks in its hand.

What is this stuff?

The demon being pressed felt even more confused.

No matter how you look at it, this is just an ordinary wooden plank, right?

Did they expect to trap themselves with this thing?

Before it could figure it out, Investigator Tom pulled the tail behind its buttocks and pressed it against one of the wooden boards.

"Ding ding ding!"

A puff of smoke from nowhere covered Investigator Tom's hands and the demon on the ground.

Occasionally, Investigator Tom can be heard using the saw blade to trim the boards.

When the smoke dissipated, the demon nailed to the board lay on the ground blankly.

Those boards were firmly fixed on his body.

Once again, various doubts appeared in the little mind.

After trying to struggle for a while, I found that I couldn't break free at all.

This is obviously just an ordinary plank!

The devil screamed frantically in his heart.

In fact, however, it doesn't make any sound at all.

Because Investigator Tom always felt that something was missing after completion, he took out a roll of tape from behind his butt and put it on the devil's big mouth.

Clapping his hands, Tom tossed the tape aside contentedly.

Turning around, Tom pointed to the demon on the ground, indicating that his task was completed, and he was obviously very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Thanks a lot."

In the end, the demon who doubted life was carried into a containment box.

As an existence with extremely strong combat power, he was trapped in a small box at this time.

To be precise, it was sealed by several wooden boards.

That's just outrageous fucking open the door to outrageous.

Outrageous home.

"By the way, did I tell you before that the reason we treat you so hard is because a Genie said you are a great guy?"

Sitting cross-legged next to the containment box, Luo Zhen said casually.

Only then did he undo his transformation.

Turning the driver at the waist back to its original position, the originally pitch-black armor slowly turned into a void gray, and then scattered into illusory coins.

They all disappeared before falling to the ground.

In the containment box, the demon who couldn't speak felt his heart move when he heard Luo Zhen's words.

Which talkative guy is that?

Although the result would be the same even if the lamp god didn't talk about him, it didn't prevent him from remembering the lamp god.

Before speaking, he did feel a strange sense of peeping.

It's just that at that time, He was eagerly learning new knowledge, so he ignored it.

Thinking about it now, it was at that time, right?

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Thinking of this, the demon immediately gritted his teeth at the lamp god he hadn't met yet.

Boy, don't let me catch you!

At the same time, the lamp god who was lying quietly in the oil lamp suddenly shivered.

Is this the case?

Who am I watching again?

At this time, the lamp god had a bad premonition.

In a pitch-black space, a withered hand held a rotten quill and wrote quickly on the old and yellowed paper.

If you look carefully, one after another dark fairy tales are written by him.

"Shoot-"

Suddenly, the sound of cloth being torn was heard.

A pair of ice blue pupils with an iridescent halo looked at the withered hand through the torn slit.

"Got you."

Chapter 370 Eight Ceremonies and Yagami Taichi

In the dark space, there seems to be no concept of time.

Not only time, there is no trace of light or life in this space.

Only a withered human hand was holding a rotten quill and writing non-stop on the yellowed pages.

It seems that no matter how long it takes, it will continue to write.

No matter how many times the yellowed pages were turned, they were still the same thickness.

A series of 'fairy tales' that can be defined as horror stories flow out of it.

In the silent space, only the sound of pages being turned and the rustle of writing with a quill can be heard.

until......

"Shoot-"

Like a cloth being torn, a crack suddenly appeared in the dark space.

Light shines through this crack into the pitch-black space.

It might not be accurate to say cracks.

This is more like a slash left by a master swordsman.

Simply neat.

The dry hand that was writing paused, and then moved a bit.

It was as if this withered hand was connected to a complete person, and he looked back in surprise after hearing the voice.

Looking along the light, a pair of ice-blue pupils quietly looked at the withered hand.

What kind of eyes are these?

It's hard to describe in words.

There is an iridescent halo in the ice blue pupil.

At the moment those eyes were fixed on, the withered hands seemed to feel the smell of death.

"Got you."

The owner of those eyes spoke softly.

The cold voice seemed to indicate that this was a woman with a cold personality.

It's like the famous scene in "The Shining".

The woman removed the face stuck to the crack and then swung the knife again.

"Shoot-"

The sound of cloth being torn was heard again.

The cracks are constantly widening.