Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

It doesn't matter if it's a business phone or a personal phone.

But after he came to this world, he was in a state of nothingness.

So just learn Luo Zhen to mute the phone.

"Is it Luo Zhen?"

Siji Q, who was holding a stack of documents in his arms, walked in and said.

That's right, Siji Q is also working in the agency now, but it's just a clerical job.

there are many reasons.

What I really want to say can be summed up in two aspects:

1. The matter of crossing the world itself needs to be kept secret.

Second, Siji Q has no acquaintances in this world, so it is better to be with Joseph.

Although Siji Q is officially under the agency, most of the work is responsible for Joseph.

"Yeah, this guy seems to feel something again."

Joseph said after taking the documents in the hands of Siji Q.

Just a few documents were just a matter of minutes for him, Joseph.

In the past in the SPW consortium, he had to deal with more documents than this every day.

Now these are just trifles.

In contrast, Luo Zhen was not so impatient.

Even after a few years of polishing, it just allows him to sit quietly at his desk and work on documents.

But the efficiency is far less than Joseph.

"That's it."

Nodding, Siji Q didn't look very surprised.

She had also heard from Joseph about Rozen's outrageous intuition.

Before Joseph's awakening of Requiem, the intuition after the Hermit Purple bonus was not as strong as Luo Zhenlai's.

Reaching out and groping under the table, Joseph gave up the idea of ​​finding a camera to smash it after thinking for two seconds.

After glancing around the room, he stared at an idle tablet.

The vines of Hermit Violet protruded from Joseph's forearm and wrapped around the slab.

The tablet that was in the dormant state lights up instantly, skipping the unlocking stage and starting to play the screen directly.

This is an ability Joseph developed after his trip to Egypt.

It's just that because his idea at the time was to have some fun, he didn't develop it too deeply.

In fact, it can be seen in the original work that the Hermit Purple also has a very strong control effect on various electronic components.

Whether it's composing a complete sentence with a TV or using the Hermit Purple to forcibly control the operation of aircraft parts when the plane goes out of control.

In the eyes of Siji Q, who was watching, Joseph just touched the tablet, and various colors began to appear on the screen.

After a picture similar to snowflakes, the picture begins to appear.

Dark alleys, white unicorns.

"It's kind of weird."

Due to the angle, Joseph couldn't see the unicorn's pupils clearly.

As someone who has liked to read all kinds of "loose books" since he was a child, Joseph also has some understanding of the creatures like unicorns.

If it's a normal unicorn, it shouldn't make Luo Zhen feel sick.

Obviously, between a unicorn who doesn't know the details and his comrades, Joseph chose to trust his comrades without hesitation.

When Si Ji Q saw the figure of the unicorn, there seemed to be a little starlight in his eyes.

Women are always full of fantasies about this creature.

But looking at Joseph's serious expression, she still held back her words.

"Again!"

More Hermit Purple came out, and this time the picture became clearer.

The unicorn's scarlet pupils and faintly exposed fangs were clearly seen.

Even Siji Q sensed something was wrong.

This seems a little different from the unicorn in the call.

This feeling is more like some evil creature.

Just like the man in the pillar who was burned to death by Joseph with ripples.

Thinking of something, Si Ji Q subconsciously rubbed her arms.

"Next, send this video to Luo Zhen."

Send the video just recorded to Luo Zhen using the agency's line, and Joseph reported the video at the same time.

After no accident, there will be related tasks issued.

Joseph was also prepared.

"receive."

Luo Zhen, who watched the video on the other side, replied to Joseph with a message saying that he had received it.

He had no special feelings for this strange unicorn.

After all, there are so many versions, God knows which fairy tale this is from.

Maybe it came out of a dark fairy tale.

It's no wonder what happened to those dark fairy tales.

"How about it?"

When no one was around, Irena moved a small bench and sat beside Rozen to ask.

She wasn't a decent person in the first place.

Otherwise, I wouldn't even think about traveling between countries.

"As I thought."

Luo Zhen said after putting away the phone.

It's only been a day since Voldemort's incident, and as a result, another unusual unicorn has emerged.

Suddenly I started to worry about my hairline.

Touching his forehead, Luo Zhen's expression was a little sad.

"That's it."

Irena nodded and did not continue to ask.

She also knew Luo Zhen's character.

If you want her to know, you will say it yourself. If you don't want her to know, you will only be scolded.

What neither Rozen nor Joseph knew was that it wasn't just unicorns that were abnormal.

In every corner of the world, characters from fairy tales appear one after another.

Little Red Riding Hood shook her blood-stained cloak, lifted her beloved boning knife and walked into the darkness.

The long cloak dragged a path of blood on the ground.

Pinocchio, who likes to lie, hides behind the trash can with his head covered in horror.

"He's coming, he's coming, he's going to see me."

The woody nose shows no signs of growing throughout.

Under the candlelight, the elf holding the crystal slipper flashed by.

It's going to find a foot that fits the slipper and take it back to prove to others that it's a perfect shoe.

But it would be troublesome to bring people back.

Just take one foot.

The fairy tale that was supposed to bring joy and hope seems to have gone wild.

Chapter 295 Little Red Riding Hood and the Unicorn

The holy unicorn comes from a fairy tale, and the city of the steel jungle makes it uneasy.

The pure girl accidentally encountered this confused and fearful unicorn, and forged an indissoluble bond with it.

In the days that followed, they became good friends.

Even if you don't understand the language, you can feel the other person's heart.

It should be like this.

However, the reality is not as expected.

Good fairy tales do not happen in this world.

There are many good people and many bad people.

But the vast majority of people cannot be simply divided into these two types of people.

They are the middle of the two, ordinary people.

In reality, there are very few people who will lend a helping hand unconditionally, and it can even be said that there are almost none.

Little Red Riding Hood thinks so.

"dirty..."

Looking at the hem of her cloak, Little Red Riding Hood whispered to herself.

I would have shortened it if I knew it earlier.

Little Red Riding Hood thought expressionlessly.

If she was still in her original world, she should have returned to her cabin to do laundry by now.

But this is not her world.

Raising his head, Little Red Riding Hood looked at the high-rise buildings and didn't know what he was thinking.

Maybe wondering where you're going to sleep tonight?

Bowing his head, Little Red Riding Hood buried his head and continued to move forward.

Since her grandmother died, all she had in mind was to send all those dark creatures to hell.

Especially those **** werewolves.

The cloak soaked in blood seemed to exude the warmth of blood, but Little Red Riding Hood showed no trace of blood contamination.

The boning knife in his hand was stained with a bit of minced meat.

It was when she cut up a werewolf.

Those slain dark creatures would bring her warmth, with their blood.

So Little Red Riding Hood quite likes to kill dark creatures like werewolves.

The most annoying are the dark creatures that have no blood or even dissipate after death.

Because it's a thankless thing.

From the original werewolf to the present, Little Red Riding Hood's strength has accumulated enough to directly confront the strongest werewolf.

Walking in the alley full of purpose, Little Red Riding Hood tries to find those dark creatures that do not know whether they exist or not.

She passed the bright alley several times, but not once did she try to leave.