"Qingran, what does a monster look like after it transforms?"

[Monsters usually choose to transform into human forms, either handsome men or beautiful women. After all, they mostly feed on essence and energy, so they need a good appearance to seduce humans... Master, have you encountered any strange monsters? ]

Chen Huaian was silent for a moment, then turned on the camera and took a picture of Xiaoqing in front of him. She had a pair of beautiful legs, wearing black stockings, but her upper body was like a fathead fish with a pot of grass on her head.

In the hut, Li Qingran saw Xiaoqing in the aura mirror was silent for a long time, and then he bowed and said, "Haha... Master, I am stupid and have never seen such a strange monster. But the clothes on your legs are very beautiful. Did you make them, Master?"

[Well, you are free and have nothing to do. 】

Li Qingran blinked.

She understands Master very well!

The space was filled with bloody monsters or fish-like deformities. There was really no beauty to speak of. The master also needed beautiful things to cultivate his sentiments, so he made such clothes for a fish with beautiful legs.

"Master, I want to try it too."

Chen Huai'an was stunned in front of the phone.

Because there is a system prompt on the interface:

[Your electronic girlfriend is asking you for a gift, a pair of stockings, would you like to give it to her? ]

"I also gave Li Qingran a gift?"

Chen Huai'an opened his mouth and reacted quickly.

This is a good thing!

Li Qingran wears those Taoist robes every day. Although they are indeed very nice, they always feel a little lacking. If I give Li Qingran a gift now, wouldn't that mean I'm passing on a maid skirt, a sling skirt, stockings, a JK, a one-piece swimsuit, or something like that?

what?

Indecent and corrupt! ?

The pattern is small, and you wear it for him to see, this is called interest.

But now there is no stocking on hand, and it is not easy to pull off Xiaoqing's legs and give them to Li Qingran. Besides, the most important thing now is not to send the stockings but to save her.

Chen Huai'an declined the offer for the time being:

[Your Excellency is about to fight the demon. I will do a few things for you while you rest. 】

"Hehe, thank you Master~ Master is the best~" Li Qingran lowered his eyes,

The cloud-patterned embroidered shoes on her feet rolled over the seams of the green bricks, and her fingertips rubbed the flowing cloud sleeves into layers of ripples.

Although this was not the first time that Master gave her something.

But this time she asked for it on her own initiative.

When I said this, I was feeling very nervous. What if Master refuses?

And Master agreed without any hesitation. Doesn't this show that she holds a great importance in Master's heart?

However, that dress looks embarrassing.

Do you really want to wear it for Master to see?

Thinking about it,

She threw herself on the bed, buried her pretty face in the quilt, and rolled back and forth.

…

Here, Chen Huai'an has gradually accepted the fact that Xiaoqing's transformation is strange.

But even so, every time he caught a glimpse of the co-pilot's fathead fish in black silk stockings, he still had a strong desire to complain.

I mean, Xiaoqing won't be like this for the rest of her life, right?

Then cover the fish head for her before going out.

Five minutes ago, he was driving back, but the panic caused by the appearance of the monster led to frequent traffic accidents, and the road was blocked by car wreckage. He had no choice but to get out of the car and walk. Running back with spiritual energy was faster than driving. As a result, he saw Xiaoqing running towards him as soon as he got out of the car.

The most critical thing is that Xiaoqing brought Jiuzhuan Linglan, and Jiuzhuan Linglan brought the Jiuxiao Shenlei Talisman.

It was as if he knew he needed this talisman.

Only Xiaoqing couldn't communicate. She just kept answering no matter what I asked her.

Otherwise, he would have to study the principles behind it carefully.

At this moment, it has been less than twenty minutes since the monster appeared. Since the bearded man is immortal and has the support of the demon-slayer's companions, he hopes he can hold on for a while.

Chen Huai'an was anxious, but he just prayed silently in his heart.

…

On the Jin River, blood was like ink and the stench of corpses was like the tide.

When the broken knife was stuck in the ground, Luo Haisheng heard the sound of his body breaking, just like that night seven years ago, when the sharp claws of the Painted Skin Demon stabbed into his chest.

The Corpse King approached slowly, holding a bronze sword.

The tip of the sword dragged on the ground, leaving glaring stars.

The knife is broken, the bullets are empty, and the holy water is gone.

There was only a pack of cigarettes left on my waist.

He really wanted to smoke a cigarette to perk up his groggy mind, but unfortunately, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

In front of him, lying in all directions were the corpses of the slain demon masters.

There were not many people standing behind him.

They had never encountered such a powerful enemy.

Japan always brags about how difficult it is to contain their demon swords, and Europe is also howling about their demons, and how scary those vampires are...those things are nothing compared to the monster in front of them.

The Corpse King stood in front of the Bearded Man.

"Ants." The sound was like a sigh, like a rusty knife scraping against a coffin board.

"We are beasts, not ants!" The man with the whiskers gritted his teeth and struggled to get up: "Maybe we will die today, but..."

He struggled forward with the curved knife in his hand - his legs had been severed long ago, but he had not received enough nourishment to grow them back.

"But in the next million 'todays'..." He glared at the Corpse King. Almost all the cancer cells in his body had died. When his energy ran out, he could only roar with all his might and puffed out his chest in front of the Corpse King: "... one day you will regret not kneeling and learning to respect my people!"

"Oh, I'll wait and see." The Corpse King raised the bronze sword and hung it above Luo Haisheng's head.

The seven-star array lit up once, but this time only six stars lit up.

"Don't!" Luo Haisheng turned his head before he could finish his words.

The demon slayer threw out a cinnabar talisman before the star was extinguished, but the talisman was frozen into ice pieces by the corpse's energy halfway through its flight. The corpse king disappeared from his sight, and when Luo Haisheng counted the third piece of ice that fell to the ground, the demon slayer's neck was twisted into a knot.

One of them died.

Luo Haisheng buried his head in the ice in pain.

Why? Why would such a powerful abnormal creature appear now?

Now, who can stop me?

"Lao Luo." A weak voice sounded behind him. Zhao Ying was saying, "Release the demon dragon in Chen Huai'an's body..."

"No." The man with the beard frowned, and his broken fingers left three bloody marks on the ice: "What about Chen Huaian if we let him out? Will he kill this monster if we let him out?"

"We have to wait for this chance, otherwise we will all die. We...can't wait for support from the headquarters anymore."

"I am the Corpse King Emperor Jiang." The Corpse King laughed in a low voice: "If I wake up at this moment, I will be invincible, unless the old monsters from Kunlun Fairy Palace and Leiyin Temple take action, otherwise no matter how many come, I will not be able to achieve the Tao!"

Under inexplicable pressure.

The crowd was silent and still.

Just like a group of ducks being slaughtered.

Di Jiang walked over to Luo Haisheng's head and crushed the skull into pieces.

He is counting.

Count the heartbeats of life.

Counting dead eyeballs.

Count the brains left between the bronze fingernails.

When he counted to one hundred and nine, he smelled thunder.

Emperor Jiang raised his eyebrows under the drooping tassels and looked towards the mouth of Jinhe River.

The river mouth, a year walking.

He was walking on the boundary between sky and river.

A half-foot thick cold smoke rose from beneath my feet.

The black windbreaker is darker than the night, and the arcs of electricity on the ends of the hair are brighter than the snow.

He held a half-broken talisman in his right hand.

Purple lightning flames burned at the edge of the talisman paper.

The night,

It also burned a hole.

…

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Li Qingran