Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

Not to mention the Mediterranean.

If the agency's hair restorer is sold, it can immediately make a person a world-famous rich man.

After all, the effect of the hair restorer specially provided by the agency is obvious to the naked eye.

It is completely different from those on the market.

In the corridor, Luo Zhen pressed lightly on the shoulder of his uniform.

The originally black uniform suddenly surged, and the scarlet color could be vaguely seen flowing.

If there are ghouls, they should realize that Quinke's technology is definitely applied.

Or Hezi's technology.

After a change, the black uniform became a combat uniform.

"Put on the combat uniform so early?"

Frowning, Joseph asked a little funny.

You haven't found this person yet, so you're in such a hurry.

"Come on, I believe in your strength, JOJO."

Putting up a thumbs up, Luo Zhen said.

Others may be somewhat worried about Joseph's ability, but Luo Zhen is not worried at all.

There is no shortcoming except for confronting the purple of the hermit head-on as a stand-in.

The reason for the growth rate can also be attributed to the fact that Joseph was already in his sixties when he awakened.

It's good enough to wake up.

Kujo Jotaro's mother, Kujo Holi, couldn't even bear the burden of awakening a double, and the young Higashi Jousuke almost died because of it.

"Then I really appreciate you."

Grinning, Joseph said with a smile.

It feels good to be trusted anytime.

Especially this kind of unconditional trust between peers.

At Iwanaga's house, the young Iwanaga Kotoko was talking to Natsume Reiko.

"I want to watch this game."

"But it's really not for you."

Looking at the noisy Kotoko Iwanaga, Natsume Reiko felt a little headache.

Yan Yongqinzi has been clamoring to watch the game that Yan Yong's family learned through secret channels.

This made Natsume Reiko very distressed.

Chapter 630 Vampires and Games

On the streets of Tokyo, a haggard homeless man huddled in the depths of an alley alone.

The deep alley was cold and quiet, but there seemed to be some rustling sounds from biological activities.

His eyes looked blankly at the entrance of the alley, which was only ten meters away from him, and there was a bustling scene there.

Pedestrians on the road are dressed in decent clothes, walking on the street in a hurry or cheerfully.

The noisy sound came into the alley, but it seemed very far away.

Far away and in the alley are like two worlds.

Looking at the scenery at the entrance of the alley, a gloomy glint flashed in the homeless man's eyes.

The same is true of myself.

But since meeting that monster, everything has changed.

Thinking of a monster covered in stitches, the tramp subconsciously tightened his body.

Although that guy has a human appearance, a human appearance, and even speaks a human language.

But that guy is definitely not human.

That guy is a monster.

"Let's play a game."

To this day, these words still echo in his ears, becoming a lingering nightmare.

Everything has changed since then.

Turning over, the homeless man turned his back to the entrance of the alley.

It's not that he didn't think about borrowing the power of the government, but...

"Ugh......"

Behind a pile of sundries, a monster the size of an ordinary human forearm was on all fours, quietly staring at the homeless man.

As if watching his every move.

After staring at those dark pupils for two seconds, the homeless man looked away unnaturally.

He seemed to be able to read resentment in those pupils.

He knew that as long as he played games with that guy honestly, the monster wouldn't do anything.

The content of the game is not certain, it all depends on the mood of the monster.

It may be a battle royale, it may be a choice between life and death, or it may be a hero saving innocent citizens.

So far, he hasn't won a game.

Being able to live until now is purely due to that guy's bad taste.

Maybe one day that guy gets bored and he'll stop playing and kill himself.

But conversely, as long as that guy is still interested, he will not die.

The homeless man knew in his heart that as long as he committed suicide, that guy would most likely choose to let it go.

It's like a child may choose to find another bug to continue teasing after the teasing bug dies, but he may also choose to give up this behavior because he feels bored.

But he still wants to live.

Even if it hurts others.

The monster watching him was one of them.

"Huh? There are homeless people in this place?"

A drunken man looked at the homeless man lying on the ground and said displeasedly.

It's a shame to see a homeless man at a time like this.

What qualifications do you, a drunk, have to say about me? My previous social status was much higher than yours.

Nesting in the corner, the homeless thought dissatisfied.

But he didn't say a word, didn't move.

Just lay quietly on the ground.

"Hey, say something?"

"Why don't you talk? Are you looking down on me, you bastard?"

Seeing the unresponsive tramp, the drunk cursed angrily.

Your flick of the tongue is quite like a roadside gangster, and it matches your image very well.

The homeless man still curled up quietly on the ground.

Even if the drunk man's fist and foot fell on him.

Enduring the blow from his body, a trace of resentment flashed in the homeless man's eyes.

"Tch, bad luck."

After spitting on the ground, the drunk was about to leave.

Snapped!

One hand grabbed the drunk man's trousers, and then quickly let go.

"Ok?"

Turning around and looking at the homeless man on the ground, the drunk scratched his head in some confusion.

Finally just muttered and left.

Getting up from the ground in some pain, the homeless man looked at the drunk man's leaving figure with cold eyes.

In his line of sight, he could clearly see a thread floating in the air.

This is the mark he just left.

To make the game more interesting, the monster gave him this ability.

Although weak, it is enough.

Glancing at the little monster who was still watching him behind him, the homeless man lay back on the cold ground again.

In this indifferent and materialistic world.

Only this ground......

It was also cold.

Lying down in a slightly warmer place, the tramp fell into a deep sleep.

A person's downline will always drop lower and lower with one's own breakthroughs.

Killing for the first time is a very different feeling than killing for the tenth time.

In fact, unbeknownst to the homeless man, the strange man covered in stitches was still playing another game or experiment.