Shen Zhizhi held the water, leaned against the wall, tilted her head, her posture was cold and indifferent, not like a child.
The homeless people present all felt their hearts skip a beat.
Red eyes.
demon?
In the first year of Xingyuan, science and technology developed rapidly, and few people mentioned imaginary things, so people could not understand much.
The devil, the symbol of evil, is one of the few imaginary characters known to the public.
The devil has a pair of blood-red eyes, and the little girl in front of him has eyes that are also blood-red.
But red eyes doesn’t mean that you are a demon, right?
What if this little girl has some eye disease?
Thinking of this, the stunned homeless man laughed again.
How could a tiny kid be the legendary demon?
How is this any different from finding a flying pig?
Red eyes are indeed strange, but to say they represent a demon is too far-fetched.
The little girl's fearless look may be enough to scare people, but it's not enough to scare them.
A homeless man leaned over and prepared to pull the kitten out of Shen Zhizhi’s arms.
The rough big hand was earthy yellow, smelly and dirty.
I don’t know how many dirty bacteria are stuck on it.
Shen Zhizhi couldn't accept a stranger touching her, let alone one so smelly and dirty.
She stood up and nimbly dodged the hand.
It happened so fast that no one present could see it clearly.
By the time they saw clearly that Shen Zhizhi had changed her position, the homeless man who had reached out to grab the cat had been knocked away by a punch.
He was knocked away by a beautiful little girl's soft, white fist.
The picture is shockingly weird.
The visual sense is full.
The homeless man who was knocked flying slammed hard against the wall. He was stunned for several seconds before he reacted and screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
pain.
it hurts.
How could a punch from such a small child hurt more than being hit by a truck?
Yes, he was hit by a truck.
One leg is disabled for life.
But the pain of a broken leg was far less than it is now.
The homeless man wailed and circled around in the small house.
It makes those who hear it tremble with fear and almost feel the same way.
The little girl, who was only as tall as their waists, curled her lips and stared at them with scarlet eyes.
The voice was soft but cold.
"Here, you have the final say?"
The homeless man who was wailing in pain may have touched the electric wires on the ground, and the only light went out.
In the darkness, the wind was howling outside, and the little girl's cold voice made them feel as if they were in an icy river.
It's cold to the bone.
demon.
She is the devil.
What little girl can knock an adult away with one punch, and still be so strong?
Only demons possess powers beyond the human body.
Only the devil could be so terrifying.
They actually provoked the devil...
"No, no, no, we don't have the final say here. You have the final say."
A homeless man spoke flatteringly.
The devil should be indifferent to darkness. He forced a smile towards Shen Zhizhi, trying to please her humbly.
Shen Zhizhi was indeed not restricted by the darkness, but the cat in her arms was a little frightened.
He moved restlessly in her arms.
But the cat was so thin that these tiny movements lacked strength and seemed like she was just playing with her.
Such a cute and weak little guy had his fate arbitrarily decided by this group of vicious homeless people.
cook……
How dare she cook her only family.
Shen Zhizhi stared at him with her scarlet eyes, "You don't think that if you say something like this, I will let it go and pretend nothing happened?"
Before the homeless man could figure out what Shen Zhizhi meant, his neck tightened and an invisible force lifted him up.
The feeling of weightlessness is not pleasant, especially now that it is dark.
All senses were lost, and the homeless man panicked, "Devil, Lord Devil..."
“Click—”
The locked door opened wide.
Shen Zhizhi threw the homeless man out, “Since I have the final say, I invite you to die.”
There was a dull thud outside the door, the sound of something heavy falling into the snow.
The homeless man's voice came through the wind and snow, "...Ah, my hand, my hand is broken..."
Shen Zhizhi traced the mao mao's soft back, darkness covering her delicate eyebrows and eyes, her beauty mixed with a hint of indifference.
"Luckily, I didn't fall to my death."
Some people were terrified, "Devil, you devil, we want to drive you away, but you want to kill us!"
This is the classic inverted Tiangang.
Seeing that Shen Zhizhi was a child, they prepared to bully her, and even did not let go of the kitten.
Once the groups they think are disadvantaged become powerful, they start to turn the tables and put all the blame on the disadvantaged groups.
Let them say everything, good or bad.
Shen Zhizhi is young, but not an idiot.
If she didn't have the ability given by the genetic potion, the fate of her and the cat would have been horrific.
Whether or not to survive is a question.
Shen Zhizhi curved her eyes and said, "You're right, I'm a devil, I'm especially bad."
The person who was speaking paused.
The courage I mustered dissipated as I saw two scarlet lights light up.
This, is this the devil activating his ability?
Before he could shiver, he felt a pain in his body and all of them, the homeless people, were blown out of the room by an evil wind.
Like the homeless man before him, he fell into the snow in a strange posture.
The wailing sounds came one after another.
Shen Zhizhi closed the door, turned on the only light, and the scarlet in her eyes dissipated.
She stroked the trembling cat and coaxed it softly, "It's okay, the bad guys are gone, nothing will happen."
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