I seem to be an evil god

"Brother, you're here." The blue-haired boy Nylon stood up in surprise, and the demon hunters around him looked at the close brothers happily.

"Have you cleaned up the rats in your house? When you told me yesterday that there was such a big rat, I was really scared."

As he spoke, the blue-haired boy shook his body exaggeratedly. Many demon hunters in the guild hall laughed heartily. Young children are always lovable.

Dylan's figure was a little sluggish, and he paused in place for less than a second. Then he smiled easily and said, "What a big mouse. You saw it wrong yesterday. It's obviously little Ryan at home."

Dylan explained to everyone: "Lian is the name of our cat. He somehow got under the bed last night and the child didn't come home all day."

As Dylan spoke, a helpless smile appeared on his lips. He reached out and touched Nylon's hair and said goodbye to everyone in the Demon Hunting Guild.

As the sun set, the figures of the two brothers slowly became smaller in the sunlight. One of the demon hunters suddenly asked:

"Did you see that? Dylan's arm seemed a little twisted, and he looked like he was injured."

"He was teaching whipping skills to others at the club. I went to see him. The long and heavy whip was wielded all day long. It's normal to have some minor injuries."

"That's right, these two brothers have a hard time living."

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…

"Brother, where are we going?" Nylon asked casually, holding Dylan's hand.

"Let's go home, what's wrong?"

"My home doesn't seem to be in this direction, right? I remember that we usually turn right at the last intersection. After walking for so long, I am very familiar with it. I have never been to this street once today."

"Oh...the club has paid wages today, I will take you to eat something good."

"Brother, aren't you the most opposed to wasting money on food and drink?"

"Oh...I'm going to take you to the circus."

"Didn't you just go to the circus two days ago? And the circus is not in this direction."

"oh…"

Dylan's tall figure stopped on the road, and a laughing voice came from outside the alley, "Nylon, where is the new stronghold of our Poseidon Sect? I haven't been there for so long that I forgot."

"The church's stronghold is not something you, an outsider, should know, Mr. Ryan Aragon."

The blue-haired nylon turned to face Liu Dao. At this moment, his short body carried an exciting temperament, and his immature face showed a sense of maturity that had experienced vicissitudes of life. The short boy stood there casually, But he has the profound magnanimity of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

bass.

Liu Dao pulled out his long knife and sighed to Nylon in a slow voice: "Knowing too much is not a good thing, Brother Nylon."

The blue-haired boy bent his legs slightly, jumped up with all his strength, and flew to the wall of the alley. He tapped his toes on the wall, turned back and jumped to the other wall. As soon as Liu Dao finished speaking, this person The nimble-looking boy was already standing on the wall.

"Come after me. If you catch me, I will let you..." The nylon strip smiled and challenged Liu Dao, and his short body ran quickly on the wall. Although the pace was not big, he ran with the agility of an ape.

Liu Dao ran under the wall with a knife. The sun was setting at the moment, and it would be night soon. With the promotion of various horror legends, most of the residents in the city had returned home, but the best arena was created for these two people.

The flexible one leaped around on the wall, and the strong one ran quickly underground. The two figures chased each other in the crowded alley. One's steps were easy and flexible, like a cello singing slowly and lyrically; the other's steps were tight. Running hard in pursuit is like playing a stormy piano.

Tom.

A figure fell in the open space, and the sound was as soft as a small applause.

Tap tap tap.

A figure ran quickly from a distance. The pace was urgent and regular, which greatly saved the energy of repeated running.

Uh-huh.

Nylon, who had landed on the ground, wanted to speak, but Liu Dao's long knife had already arrived in front of him, slashing diagonally from top to bottom.

Tom.

The sound of steel clashing sounded in the field. Just at the critical moment when the knife struck, a delicate long musket stretched out from the nylon sleeve. The forearm-long barrel was engraved with complex and gorgeous runes. The barrel When the long sword was exchanged, a light blue energy rose from the gun body, stopping Liu Daoshi's heavy blow.

Nylon gently wiped the barrel of the gun with his sleeve, raised the muzzle to eye level, and after observing the pattern for a while, he complained in a low voice to Liu Dao: "Mr. Lane, I specially hired a painter for the pattern of this gun barrel. It was designed by my husband, and it will be very troublesome if it is damaged.”

Liu Dao looked intently and saw a somewhat strange long-barreled pistol in Nylon's hand. Although the barrel was narrow and long, it did not have a magazine like a revolver, and the handle of the gun was obviously made of solid wood. It turned out to be a pistol. Single shot pistol.

"Is the Poseidon Church already in such a state? It doesn't even have a revolver." Liu Dao laughed out loud, his expression full of ridicule.

Although this was obviously a powerful rune gun, Liu Dao's ridicule still made Nylon's brows jump.

"Mr. Gaia, although it is stupid to do this, I still want to tell you a ruthless fact. This gun does not need bullets."

Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff

Blue energy was transferred from the nylon palm to the pistol, a faint cold air emerged from the barrel, and transparent bullets shuttled rapidly through the air.

Liu Dao's long knife flew wildly in the air, and he blocked invisible ice bullets one after another. Of course, the knife skills without systematic practice were not good enough to block bullets.

But I...go with the wind!

Liu Dao's figure kept flashing in the air, Dylan kept firing gunshots, and at the same time, he quickly changed his position. The sound of blades clashing with bullets kept ringing, and the broken ice crystals reflected orange sunlight on the ground. This battle is paved with gorgeous romance.

Liu Dao rushed forward, and Nylon retreated. Although the sword was carrying the wind, Liu Dao often changed his body shape to avoid bullets. The two sides exchanged hundreds of moves, but the fighting distance was never far or close. There is no damage to the human body.

Liu Dao stopped on the spot with the knife, and Nylon also sat down cross-legged to recover. Seeing the calm and uncertain expression of the other party, Liu Dao thought to himself:

We can't continue like this. Physical function and internal breath are competing for recovery speed. There are already countless examples of losers in this stupid thing.

Suddenly, Dylan's figure jumped from a distance. It is not accurate to say that he jumped. Under Liu Dao's order, Dylan used the tentacles as the ropes of the swing. After repeatedly swinging back and forth, he successfully borrowed a Using a thick branch as a springboard, he quickly jumped into the battlefield.

This sudden entrant dragged Nylon's body. He was sitting cross-legged in meditation and was tightly held in place by two slippery tentacles. Liu Dao, who had just regained some strength, immediately charged, the power of the wind accelerating him, the cyan Gang Qi extended from the blade. Liu Dao held the knife straight, and Feng Gang stabbed forward like a bright sword.

Hedge·Lance of the Wind!

One hundred chapters in, the author is once again shamelessly asking for recommendations~