Urban Demon Slayer

The five-flavored people were already half-dead, with blood on their heads, but they raised their heads and shouted, "Don't be so cruel to my friends!"

"He's your friend, but I'm not your friend? Just now he became the size of a truck and almost shot me to death. Did you stop him? Old man, old man, if you say you want to kill the monster, I will follow you. I'm here, am I righteous? If you want to do this, I'm sorry, I have to go!" The young man was so angry that he almost fainted. After landing with a "bang", his legs snapped again. Pedal and jump out further.

"Old Daoist, every year today, I will burn incense for you..." The young man in the gap jumped dozens of meters away in an instant.

"One husband jumped up the golden steps, half-shouldered ashamed!" Mr. Honglou moaned, and the huge "Dream of Red Mansions" suddenly jumped out, the speed was not much slower than that of the young man!

"Fuck!" The gaped youth was surprised, his legs kicked on the street lamp again, and his entire body rushed into the dark alley like an arrow from a string.

"Honglou, stop chasing! That's my friend!" The Five Tastes wailed again.

Mr. Honglou hesitated for a moment, the young man in the gap had disappeared, and when he looked back again, the head of the five-flavored man was almost taken to the ground. Shooting, obviously I won't stop until I shoot him to death.

Without any hesitation, Mr. Honglou quickly turned into a human shape with a "huh" sound, and then hurried to Wang Qianchen.

"Master, let him go, he really didn't hurt anyone!" Mr. Honglou said anxiously.

"Okay, I know you're a foodie, master, I'm going to Qingjun's side today!" The brick flew out of Wang Qianchen's hand and patted Mr. Honglou's head directly.

With a "bang", a big bag was smashed out of Mr. Honglou's forehead.

"You... why don't you hide?" Brick was stunned.

"Master, you can punish me any way you want, but don't kill him..." Mr. Honglou ignored the bricks, lowered his head and said solemnly.

Wang Qianchen stepped on Wuxiangren's head with his feet, and stared straight at Mr. Honglou: "Do you know the responsibilities of the demon slayer?"

"..." Mr. Honglou lowered his head and said nothing, but his eyes were red.

"Fortunately, I'm not an official monster slayer now..." Wang Qianchen said, taking his feet back.

Mr. Honglou raised his head and looked at Wang Qianchen with a look of surprise.

"Let's go! Before I regret it! Don't come again in the future, or I will definitely not let you go!" Wang Qianchen kicked the five-flavored man and put on a fierce expression.

The five-flavored people were stunned for a while, and finally determined that Wang Qianchen was really willing to let him go, so he got up from the ground with difficulty, looked at Mr.

"Wait!" At this moment, Banzhuan suddenly shouted loudly.

"Brick, what are you doing, the master said to let him go..." Mr. Honglou suddenly became anxious.

"First of all, I'm not called Brick, I'm called Unprecedented... Forget it, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, let me **** two more blood!" Brick flew to the blood-stained head of the five flavor people, He sucked blood in a big mouth and said, "Hahaha, it's cool!"

When the bricks were full, the five flavor talents were able to leave, limping and disappearing into the dark alley.

Wang Qianchen did not chase after him, but walked to his car. The white Jetta rolled over twice before hitting the lamp post on the side of the road. The hood and the doors on both sides were all dented, and at least one was sent to the repair shop. week to recover.

"What kind of monster is that guy, his leg skills are amazing..." Wang Qianchen muttered to himself when he recalled the young man in the gap.

"The truth is a flea. I've seen him beside Wuxiangren before... Although I'm not familiar with him, I know that he has never killed anyone. At most, he went to the barber shop to eat scalp!" explained.

"Well—" Wang Qianchen didn't say anything else, and was still checking the car's condition everywhere, ready to call the repair shop.

"Master...Thank you..." Mr. Honglou finally squeezed out a few words after holding back for a long time.

"It's alright, your friend, you have to give some face." Wang Qianchen didn't take it seriously at all, and used the skill of "vigor" in "Seventy-two Transformations" to lift the white Jetta with its four legs upside down, and then again He took out his mobile phone and called the repair shop that often cooperates with Zhezhe Car Wash.

Looking at Wang Qianchen, who was busy with his work, a warm current surged in Mr. Honglou's heart. Although he was placed under a soul contract, he had to say that this master is really good.

"Hey, does it hurt anymore?" Brick flew erratically to Mr. Honglou.

"Ah, it's okay..." Mr. Honglou touched the bag on his head. Compared with his friend who was safe and sound, what was this injury?