I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

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"Goudu. Vincent clearly heard his faint sound of swallowing saliva coming from his throat to his ear. At this moment, the surrounding was quiet and scary. He looked at the silver holy emblem handed in front of him and the smiling face of the bookstore owner. Dare to reach for it. He was wrong! Big mistake!

The problem is the owner of the bookstore, not the bookstore or other extraordinary creatures! Vincent has seen the common creation methods of dark wizards in the church's library. Among the gargoyles, at least hundreds of souls are imprisoned, and as its core driving force, it has powerful power. He can almost intuitively feel that as long as the gargoyle is "activated", he will surely die! In the "Eye of the Moon", each of these resentful spirits were superhumans during their lifetime, and they all died in extreme pain and resentment. It became the will of the stone statue. This is a skill that only high-level dark wizards can do. And the dark wizard who made this gargoyle must be extremely cruel, ruthless and ruthless, and he must be a murderous executioner. But no matter who the maker of this gargoyle is, the owner of the bookstore who owns it now must be. - - It must be at least a destructive superhuman! And that creepy rose gave Vincent a feeling of facing the abyss. It seemed to have a greedy mouth, eager to swallow it-- - Once devoured, there is nothing he can't come back to. Vincent's fear of this rose is far above the gargoyle. "What's the matter, Father?"

Lin Jie looked at the blindfolded father who didn't move in surprise, wondering why the other party didn't answer, but then he thought that the other party was blind, so it wasn't very good to pass it in the air, so he put it on the table and deliberately made it out. With a soft voice, he said, "Then I'll leave it here, you can take it yourself. He turned and said casually: 'Your complexion looks a little bad, are you alright?

Vincent reluctantly showed a thin smile, gasping for breath. Wiping the sweat on his forehead, he trembled slightly and said, "Maybe it's caused by lack of sleep. I came here recently, and I didn't sleep a lot on the way. It was a good night's sleep. His eyes fell on the holy emblem on the counter, and he swallowed the grief in his heart. Now the only available spellcasting tool is in the hands of the other party, and the sentence to get it by himself is definitely a deterrent and provocation. However, the sad thing is that, as a priest who is not good at fighting, without the holy emblem as a support, Vincent didn't even dare to try the holy emblem that was put there. Thinking, what does this bookstore owner, an absolute high-level powerhouse, want?. Lin Jie said: "Hey, this is a big problem, Colin is really going too far this time - I don't know how such a misunderstanding came about. It's really annoying to others.

He reluctantly said with hope: "But it's better now, please-be sure to tell him all the situation truthfully, I'm not an evil spirit, I hope this nonsense misunderstanding can be resolved quickly. You may not be an evil spirit. , but you must be more terrifying than evil spirits!

Vincent shouted in his heart, his throat tightened, and his whole body was constantly shaking his forehead in a subtle way—not that he was so timid, but the constant tension.

It was hard for him to describe the feeling, but he could tell the difference from his own emotions at the moment. It was a feeling, more like a physical than a psychological one. With sweat on the back and forehead, it made the lungs feel uncomfortable. The heavy breathing, the throbbing of the belly, the accelerated heartbeat, the slight moistness of the tip of the nose, and the ant-like

Itchy skin and hair salon dread. And the hallucinatory sparkling white light in front of him. After being seduced and magnified by the present emotion, it becomes unpleasant, more violent than ever felt, making muscles tense and even showing signs of spasms. Breathing, breathing.... too short and too fast, the heart and lungs are uncomfortable, thinking. . Smoking... Vincent's fingers twitched involuntarily, coughed twice, and quickly reached out and took it from his arms Out of the crumpled cigarette case he fucked. Then, like grabbing a life-saving straw, he pulled out one and wanted to set it on fire. A strange and urgent desire made him even briefly forget the bookstore owner who was "seeing" in front of him, staring at the cigarette in his hand and nodding: "I will, I will explain it to Colin, I believe, he will definitely give you a shot. I have a brand new idea. When I see a cigarette, I can't help but feel relieved -0. My thinking is also restarted. The owner of the bookstore should want to hide his identity from his neighbors. As long as he promises to help hide it, he will not be " Silence it.... But with such an existence, will the Mystic Tower and the truth be ignored? Does he need to report to the church?

Vincent - - while talking, thinking, the match shivered twice and did not light up. At this time, Lin Jie reminded in a low voice: Father, smoking is prohibited in the bookstore.

"Sorry!" He put the cigarette back at a loss, and looked up to see the ugly-looking bookstore owner looking at him. At a loss, it suddenly turned into a panic. Vincent's hands and feet are weak and his scalp is tangled. "I'm so sorry! I don't know, I just" You just can't control yourself. Right? Lin Jie crossed his hands against his chin, the smile on his face disappeared completely, word by word He said: "Have you been feeling restless recently, sweating in your sleep, emotional ups and downs, often uncontrollable trembling, feeling that your breathing is suppressed, your body twitches and cramps, and, in particular, yearns for a--" e Lin Jie stretched his finger to the cigarette that had been forcefully folded in his hand: "Smoking? The expression on his face changed from Vincent's trembling forehead and panting to a dignified look, and his eyes re-examined the priest sitting opposite. Cong Wen As soon as Sente entered the bookstore, he had already discovered that the other party's mental state was not very good, but he thought it was simply because of lack of sleep or heavy work pressure. However, as the conversation went on, he

Frequently approached to observe each other's various subtle performances, until now, when Vincent took out the cigarette, he could basically

The priest in front of him is an addict! But he didn't realize it himself, and he looked very dazed, which means that he was probably framed by someone! Vincent stared blankly at the cigarette in his hand. Lin Jie's eyes were deep and he asked meaningfully: "Father, where did the smoke in your hand come from?"

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