Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

"Ah! ?"

Seeing that the handball ghost chose to jump up and take the road above, Xia Yan raised his head without restraint, preparing to collect a wave of tolls.

But what he saw made him freeze in place

"Success!!!"

The handball ghost cheered in her heart.

She didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of interrupting Xia Yan from his daze.

Although she didn't know why Xia Yan suddenly stood up in disappointment after looking up at her, but It didn't stop her from taking advantage of this opportunity to escape.

After landing quietly like a kitten, the handball ghost tiptoed towards the alley.

Ten meters...five meters...one meter... that place, as long as she could reach that place.

Looking at the neon lights in the distance, the handball ghost's mind was full of expectations.

As long as she could escape from this alley, she could blend into the crowd.

By that time, this ghost hunter with thin blood would never be able to survive. Catch her!

Thinking of this, the handball ghost showed an expectant smile on his face...

The next second - he was only one step away from escaping from this dark alley.

The handball ghost fell to the ground out of thin air.

She He couldn't feel his legs anymore! His originally hopeful eyes suddenly became empty. The handball ghost looked back tremblingly, only to see Xia Yan, who was still in a daze just now, unexpectedly arrived behind him. Now he is squatting next to himself.

He opened the hem of his kimono, as if he saw something incredible, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

And his legs became empty starting from the knee position.

"It’s unscientific! ? How can this be……"

Xia Yan looked at the unknown thing under the handball ghost's kimono and kept mumbling to himself.

It was a pair of extremely ordinary style, seemingly boxy, without any patterns or features, white safety shorts.

The reason why he was stunned just now was because the moment he raised his head again, he saw something like this

"Why is there such a thing as safety pants in this era! ? Does the history of safety pants have such an early date? ?"

"Could it be that this is the legendary power of river crabs! ?"

Xia Yan whispered a joke that no one could understand. He cut off the handball ghost's regrown legs with a knife to prevent her from thinking about escaping.

Then he dragged her back to the dark place again. In the alley.

After all, although it is a dark and inaccessible corner, it does not mean that no one will come.

If someone sees him and calls the police, it will be quite troublesome for Ubuya Shiki Yōya to fish him out.

The handball ghost who was dragged back was still struggling dishonestly. He stood up and punched Xia Yan.

However, Xia Yan grabbed his arm.

"Hey, hey, look carefully, besides your face and figure, your hands are also pretty. They are a pair of good hands suitable for playing the piano."

While saying that, Xia Yan casually cut off the two arms of the handball ghost.

Since they were cut off with the Nichirin sword, the fallen broken arms were quickly reduced to ashes.

A passing office worker probably saw it. He angrily scolded Xia Yan for arrogantly dispatching natural objects.

Perhaps because he had wasted a lot of physical energy by constantly using the blood ghost technique and could not replenish it, the regeneration speed of the handball ghost has become very slow.

This is far worse than Not as good as Bingye's classmate from Xiaxian No. 6 who used his head to send Xia Yan to the Lanzhu position.

You know, the parts taken from Bingye at that time were enough to build a low wall.

How can he look like this handball ghost? The same, even after a few regenerations, he looked like he was low on battery and asked to recharge.

But this is understandable.

After all, no matter how good the sick leaf is, he is also one of the twelve ghost moons, and the one above him is the ancestor Wu Ke. , there are only twelve in total.

Although the handball ghost is a ghost with blood ghost skills, she has just escaped from the category of the lowest ghost. There is no need to compare the two.

"Hey, girl, what's your name?"

"Zhushawan"

"Well, Zhu Samaru, since you are so cute, I can give you a special treat."

After hearing Xia Yan's words, Zhu Shawan's eyes lit up.

"I don’t have to die! ?"

"What are you dreaming about?"Xia Yan refused unceremoniously."The special treatment I'll give you is that you can enjoy the sunrise with me. How are you? Are you happy?"

Zhu Shamaru's orange cross pupils dimmed again.

The stick-like girl lay quietly on the cold ground, with dried tears on her delicate face, her eyes staring blankly at the night sky, like a fragile Like a doll.

This picture is actually full of a strange beauty.

"Why must I die?……"

After a while, as if talking in a dream, Zhu Shawan asked a question.

To be honest, she is not actually afraid of death because she does not understand the concept of death.

All she had was the fear of pain and the instinctive desire for survival.

From the time when she was still ignorant, she was turned into a ghost by Tsuji Muzan. Rather than being a ghost, she was closer to a cub that wandered among the crowd and fed on humans.

After all, ignorant children are no different from wild beasts. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"There's no other way. If you can get rid of Wu Mei's control, considering how cute you are, I actually don't mind raising a ghost for fun."

"But it's a pity that since you became a ghost, everything about you has been under Wu Mei's control."507

Xia Yan shrugged helplessly, jumped to the tallest building around with Zhu Shawan in his arms, and waited for the arrival of the sun.

He was not making up what he said, he really wanted to raise a ghost for fun, To him, it doesn't matter how many people the ghost has killed in the past, or whether he will eat people in the future. After all, he doesn't care about the lives of strangers at all.

The only thing he can't accept is that everything about the ghost is controlled by Wuhan.

"Ah, the sun will come out soon. You must have never seen it in your life. It is very beautiful."

"Sunshine, very painful……"

Looking at the blush rising slowly outside the horizon, a hint of fear flashed in Zhu Samaru's eyes

"No, it's not painful at all, it's warm"

"Yeah……? It seems really warm.……"

Xia Yan lowered his head, and Zhu Shawan had turned into a wisp of smoke floating in the air under the sunlight. at the same time.

In a basement filled with test tubes in Tokyo Prefecture.

A young man with pale skin, a thin body, and a black kelp hair suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.

It was none other than Tsuji Muzan.

Feeling that another ghost had died under the sunlight, he frowned in displeasure.

"Is it this person named Xia Yan again? And we actually came to Tokyo Prefecture. Is it a coincidence?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Mingnu, bring the Yiwo seat over here……"