‘You go…’

This is not a fool who will die if you make a movie!

Song Shijing's body was trembling, gathering her last strength. Although her body was unconscious, she had no strength to fight.

In the blurry vision, why is that guy still smiling at himself...

Go quickly!

...

The short battle between the two demon-removing masters made the corner full of smoke and dust, and the ground was bumpy. I don’t know how many insects were separated from their wives and children in the nearby grass, and how many flowers were destroyed.

The last one to gain the advantage was the man who had been killing the enemy from the beginning; this is reasonable. Even if Song Shijing is stronger than the other party, the means and ruthlessness are not at the same level.

But it doesn't matter. The boy who gives the bento always appears just right at the end...

When the man playing with the ball turned his head and roared, he should be a little harsh on the outside. After all, he was seriously injured and was shaky at this time.

But when Song Shijing cried, Mu Qian, who was carrying a bunch of bentoes, was also a little stunned. Didn’t he fight and get a little injured... Was he beaten to cry?

The man with long hair and draped balls with his long hair and balls widened his eyes, making him dream long nights and dreams. The light ball in his hand smashed towards Song Shijing...

Go to die! The weak! The man's expression is roaring.

Bang!

A box of bento flew over and hit his palm accurately. While the rice grains and eggs burst out, the purple light ball was directly broken.

"Sir, your fried rice with eggs."

"Bastard!" The man who was playing with the ball turned around and roared at Mu Qian, "Are you looking for death? Get out of here!"

Mu Qian slapped his mouth, and another box of lunchbox flew out in his hand, and directly hit the face of the man playing with the ball.

The man's body was trembling, purely angry... A trace of demonic power mixed with the lunch box penetrated directly into his forehead and quietly invaded his brain.

Boxes of bentoes hit the man, and Mu Qian approached here step by step, and in a slightly boring tone, he reported the name of the bento dish: "Sir, this is pork chop rice, this is cold fried noodles, this is pork chop rice..."

Song Shijing lay there, turned her head blankly and looked at it... Mu Qian used boxes of lunch boxes to smash the demon-like man without any power!

Tears in her eyes were circling because she saw Mu Qian chuckling at her, as if nothing was okay... She just wanted the boy to escape, so she lay there waiting quietly...

When Mu Qian walked to the guy playing ball while standing, he raised his leg and kicked him symbolically. The guy playing ball fell to the side without any sound.

He died long ago.

"Xiao Qian..." Song Shijing shouted in a crying voice.

"Don't cry, what are you doing?" Mu Qian pointed to the corpse lying beside him, "Bad guy?"

"Yeah!" Song Shijing bit her lip and responded, "Fortunately, you came and smashed him to death with a lunch box, otherwise you would... Wow! It hurts so much!" She raised her head and cried, and the pain was coming all over her body, and she couldn't help it...

Has this just experienced a deadly fight? There is a subtle sense of visualization that primary school students crying to their parents after fighting...

Mu Qian scratched his head for a while and squatted beside her, and his calmness just now disappeared.

By the way, isn’t it usually a free and easy smile after the life-and-death battle? Why is this crying so tragic?

Song Shijing raised her right hand and grabbed Mu Qian's apron, for fear that he would leave here...

"What's wrong with you? I'm stuttering in my brain? I'll take you to the hospital." Mu Qian stretched his arm under her neck and leaned over to pick her up.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much! My bones are broken all over my body!"

Mu Qian said angrily: "Hold on."

Song Shijing bit her lip and looked pitifully at this young man who should be just an ordinary person. Strangely, after he spoke, the pain on Song Shijing's body weakened most of the time.

Mu Qian's hands were flashing with a faint blue light, which Song Shijing naturally couldn't feel.

"How did you come here?"

"Just pass by, helping someone deliver food." He responded vaguely. He couldn't say that he and Xiaoling were saying goodbye to Zhu Xiu. As soon as he entered the snack bar to change his clothes, he felt the fluctuations of spiritual power. He noticed that a barrier appeared here?

Amazingly, Song Shijing didn't pursue this issue... She leaned in Mu Qian's arms and slowly closed her eyes: "Take me away first, maybe he has accomplices... I'm so tired."

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"No...I don't have money..."

This reason was a bit unrefutable for Mu Qian to decisively.

Holding her gentle body, Mu Qian turned his head and looked, and walked towards the woods beside him.

How can she treat her injuries without letting her doubt and cover up the fact that she had just killed someone... it will test Song Shijing's IQ level.

While she was sleeping, she was still holding Mu Qian's apron tightly, frowned gently, and pursed her lips...

As a normal man, it is normal for Mu Qian to react a little, but his movements are very gentle, afraid of waking her up.

When I arrived under a big tree in the forest, there were shadows on all sides of the tree and couldn't see it. There were soft light green grass on the ground. Let Song Shijing lean against the trunk, Mu Qian held her shoulder with one hand, and then began to plan how to cover up this matter.

My daily life is absolutely not allowed to be broken; the final method is to clear away all witnesses today and their memories... This is even more troublesome and a bit cruel.

The kill just now should be easy to cover up. After all, that man has run out of energy, so it should be considered by Song Shijing to solve it.

He took out two clay sculptures in the pocket of the apron, which were two clay sculptures in the shape of wolfdogs, which were only five centimeters long.

Demonic magic: All spirits return to the dust.

Mu Qian pinched it casually and threw it on the ground. The two monsters disappeared into the world without knowing it... But he couldn't care about the six or seven ordinary people killed by monsters.

Resurrection of humans is not his specialty. Resurrection of some weak monsters can barely achieve the power of another professional field. You can't ask too much for a combat monster-like king.

Ding ~

There was a bell ringing in Song Shijing's windbreaker pocket, which should be the monster hunting bell. However, Song Shijing was sleeping at this time, so Mu Qian didn't care much about it.

Using her demonic power, she helped her clear her injuries. The bell kept ringing, and she let out a few soft hums from time to time.

The solution was to guide the spiritual power in her body and heal her injuries on its own, without allowing the demon power to remain in her body. After doing this, he reached out and pressed his lower abdomen and wanted to re-seal the demon power...

quack!

The crow's screams.

"Noisy," Mu Qian seemed to say simply, and the crow standing on the corpse of a man playing with ball fell down straight.

Before sealing the demon power, he used his perception ability to cover the entire town.

Xiaoling was in Zhu Xiu's room, and the two of them gathered together to watch a horror movie... Zhu Su was busy in the snack bar, sweating profusely...

Except for the two men who were fighting on the road, there were no other non-ordinary people. The female trainer had fallen with a few passers-by who were bitten to death by monsters. Even if there were hidden surveillance cameras in the park, Mu Qian could not be captured.

He just carried the bento, as if he heard the chaos in the park, so he ran over to watch the fun, and then happened to walk to Song Shijing...

"It's really troublesome," he complained.

The sealing demon power, the feeling of weakness of the power retreating from all over the body, made him sit next to Song Shijing.

In order to silently deal with the two monsters and the woman hiding in the dark, he directly opened the seal to the fifth floor.

Not only is the use of demon power more and more frequently, but the number of unsealed layers is also getting higher and higher...

This is not a good thing. Mu Qian feels that he should reflect on it and keep in mind these idiots.

The sirens came from afar. The two policemen in the town had been so quick to send out the overnight meal after seeing the corpse that was bitten by monsters...

In a blink of an eye, Mu Qian had already gotten rid of his sense of weakness and sat beside Song Shijing and looked at her, suddenly feeling... strange impulse to let her lean against her shoulder.

The forest is quiet.

Her left arm was dislocated.

After thinking about it, Mu Qian reached out and unbuttoned the buttons of her windbreaker, rubbed the back of her hand against the short sleeves that were wet with sweat, making her movements lighter.

Grasping Song Shijing's left hand, Mu Qian's movements were neat and decisive and precise. He pushed upwards and the sound of the upper bones came. Song Shijing groaned in pain, her body spasmed, and some cold sweat appeared on her face.

Mu Qian's demonic power has been sealed and cannot help her relieve the pain; although her own spiritual power also has some effect, it cannot eliminate this pain.

"It hurts so much..." She opened her eyes slightly, and felt a little relieved when she saw Mu Qian.

"It's okay. Just help you connect the bones. You can rest first. I've called an ambulance."

"I don't have money..."

"It's okay, I'll take it with you." Mu Qian could only comfort him like this.

Song Shijing fainted again, but this time she was much better. She rubbed her slightly against the tree trunk and sat a little more comfortable.

The windbreaker is open and the sweaty short sleeves are close to it... The style of the underwear is barely visible, it is the kind of conservative type.

Mu Qian lowered her head and coughed, feeling that she should feel uncomfortable when she was sweating too much, so she helped her take off her windbreaker. The confused Song Shijing also cooperated slightly and pulled off her sleeves... The windbreaker was spread on the ground.

Careless... it must have been accidental. Mu Qian's hand slid across her back and touched a strange button.

When I was hit by three purple light balls just now, a light ball hit this position... so this button was directly at Mu Qian's fingertips... It broke open so easily...

The two belts were loose, the two round covers were jumping gently, and her short sleeves were tighter again...

It's hidden?

Song Shijing suddenly opened her eyes, and didn't know where the spirit came from. She subconsciously covered her chest, and her voice trembled: "You, what are you doing!"
To be continued...