I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

"Meow~

"That snow-white cat looks fat, even vaguely like an \"O"

The white cat tilted his head and looked at the door with two big yellow eyes. There were two people standing and one lying down. It was originally a good match.

"Moe"

The action of the word.

But in the current scene, it looks very strange.

The dark elf stalker stopped and looked at the cat, frowning, a different feeling surged in his heart.

Obviously it's just-just an ordinary cat... Why, something doesn't feel right? She turned her head and looked around, this bookstore looked -.---Very ordinary, yes, ordinary, even more so Bookstores are even more characteristicless

There is no decoration, only a row of bookshelves full of dangdang, which is more like a simple library than a bookstore.

It is completely invisible that the owner of this bookstore has any desire to attract customers.

The dark elf's gaze swept across the circle quickly and returned to the counter. The cat was still wagging its tail and jumped off the counter.

It-leaving, it appears that the counter is empty, and there is no point to note.

The white cat seemed to be obese, not walking very steadily, and staggered towards the dark elf, meowing as he walked.

The dark elf instinctively wanted to retreat at this moment, but abruptly suppressed his actions.

She stretched out her hand and pulled out the dagger from Prima. In addition to the blood on the blade, there was also a faint bright blue glow, indicating that the dagger was coated with poison.

Well. "

Prima snorted pale, cold sweat was already oozing out of her forehead, and some blue-purple meridians appeared on her neck, which seemed to be a sign of the spread of toxins. The dark elf held the dagger back and kept this alert posture and looked there. A white cat walking slowly.

Her task has been completed, and it doesn't matter if she leaves now.

But if someone knew that she was scared away by a cat, her reputation would be lost.

It was just a cat. The dark elf took a deep breath, with sharp eyes, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the ether gathered on the blade within one breath, forming an extremely sharp blade.

Quietly issued a peak blow, the white cat in front of him first gave a meal, and then-divided into two, while the surrounding ground did not receive any damage, still intact

The control of strength is so wonderful that it is the absolute strength of a panic-level stalker.

The dark elf breathed a sigh of relief and retracted the dagger, feeling that this false alarm was a bit funny.

It's just a cat.

She no longer paid attention to Prima, who was struggling gradually faintly. Instead, she took out a hexagonal crystal, injected ether, and outlined bright lines on it, forming a floating communication formation.

As stalkers, they do not use communication devices, which are too easy to be monitored. Although the use of simple fixed communication stones is primitive and consumes too much ether, it is less risky.

The opposite side quickly met, and an inquiring voice came:"

The task is completed? The weak Prima widened her eyes. She had heard this sound, and even felt very familiar! Jerome, in terms of relationship, is Prima’s cousin! She clenched her teeth, as expected. Those in the family who decided to abandon the agreement and find a new asylum started on her sister! And Jerome is also a member of the Truth Society. He competed with Margaret for the position of pharmacy director, but he did not compete. It must be because of this! The dark elf nodded:"

She was at my feet, hit by the toxin on my dagger. With her physical fitness, she would definitely die in three minutes.

"That's good."

Opposite:"

Humph, she tried to call Wap Jisi in her dream. It was a stupid and dangerous behavior. Who knows what she summoned after tens of thousands of years of sleep? Just like her sister. silly!"

The dark elf curled his lips:"

I don't care about these things, as long as you remember to pay me.

"If you dare to break the agreement, my dagger will be stained with your blood next time, understand? Jerome whispered: \ "Naturally, if I want to regret it, even if you don't make a move, this blood feast The host will also personally maintain the credibility of the blood banquet. You can always believe in the blood banquet, right?

"

"As long as you know.

The dark elf sneered, then said:"

Speaking of it, you Wapjisi are really not good, so it's better to change to the mother of spiders like us.

Jerome smiled and said:

"Forget it.

Prima's call and account|is doomed to fail. Even if you didn't say it, I would have expected it.

"Wap Jisi have been asleep for tens of thousands of years. How could it be possible to wake up now? Only fools like them can believe it.

The dark elf fiddled with the moondial that fell on the side of the boot tip, in a casual tone: ‘

"No, in fact, she seems to have succeeded, but the original witch took her to an ordinary bookstore and let her go straight to the dead end. Are you funny?

Prima fell to the ground with loose eyes at this time, her whole body was already cold. When she heard these words, her fingers struggled and moved, revealing a desperate and helpless expression.

Difficult...Did Wapjis really abandon her appointment? She raised her head vigorously and looked in front of nothingness, but saw the broken white cat on the ground wriggling and splitting. shape

"melt"

, Turned into a mass like a group of countless worms and knots, countless tentacles stretched out below to dance, and a hole was split from the center, opening a dim eyeball that was almost the size of the body.

Prima's eyes were dull, even though it was already at the critical juncture of life and death, she still had a panic at the moment.

Above, Jerome's laughter came from the transmission stone:

"Hahahahana is showing that our choice is right, these fools, let’s see what their beliefs are.

, What Wapjisi, return to the bookstore hahaha.. Wait, the laughter suddenly stagnated here strangely-next, Jerome suddenly asked:

"What bookstore? The dark elf frowned, somewhat puzzled:"

What kind of bookstore? That is-a very ordinary bookstore, a shabby bookstore without a sign, there is a bell hanging at the door Jerome was silent for two seconds, and then there was a hoarse roar:

"Run!

The dark elf was stunned, looking at the communication stone in his hand inexplicably, wondering what the client was crazy about.

And at this glance, she saw the reflection on the transmission stone-behind her, in the center of a squirming white tentacle, the huge eyeball staring at her.

The dark elf only had time to turn his head and was bitten off by -0.

Then the entire headless corpse was swallowed by the pile of white tentacles, and after a horrifying mouth, the pile of tentacles shrank again and turned into the appearance of that white fat cat, licking its paws.

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