Urban Demon Slayer

Fortunately, I'm just a ridge master. Just hand it over...

Thinking of this, Lu Jun picked up the phone and was about to call the Golden Eagle King. After thinking about it, he dialed another number.

"Lord Beihuang!" A respectful voice immediately came from the other side of the phone.

"Well, what are you doing?" Lu Jun asked slowly, as he could only maintain some dignity in front of his subordinates.

The person talking to him on the phone was another demon king under his command, named the Wild Boar King, who lived in the deep mountains and old forests of Inner Mongolia and the Northeast all year round.

"I'm just getting ready to take a rest. What's the matter with Lord Beihuang?" the Wild Boar King asked.

"That's it, I have something for you..." Lu Jun said his request again.

"The Ridge Master under the Golden Eagle King? This..." The Wild Boar King hesitated. He was also the Demon King under Lu Jun. His relationship with the Golden Eagle King could not be said to be good, but it could not be said to be bad. There was no reason to offend him for no reason.

"Just do this quietly and don't let him know." Lu Jun said again.

"...Okay!" The Wild Boar King agreed.

…

Guangdong, a night market.

Of course, the night markets in first-tier cities are very lively, even more lively than during the day. There are white-collar workers who have just gotten off work, coolies from various professions, couples hanging out in the middle of the night, and of course some people who are trying to make things up.

——In other first-tier cities, there are certainly far fewer "guys who paint dragons and tigers", but in Guangdong, a place where urban villages abound, there are nouveau riche who made their fortunes through demolition and idlers hidden deep in the market. , as well as the young people who are protected by their families, the street gangsters who don’t know their names after taking two sips of cat urine...the number is still not a minority.

Amidst the noise and steam, a little girl who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old was walking and looking at the stalls on the left and right, her mouth almost watering.

Feng Jiujiu was dressed in a green skirt, with an innocent and ignorant face, walking slowly in this night market.

Feng Jiujiu is a top-level monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years. She has long been able to hide her demonic aura so well that even the aura of the realm can be completely transformed. Even the most experienced demon-slayer can't see anything in front of her. flaw.

——No one knows she is a monster unless they have seen her!

"Just eat this!"

Stopping in front of a stall, Feng Jiujiu ordered a rice roll, then sat on a small stool and ate it carefully.

"Little girl, do you want to play with your brother?"

At this moment, a big hand suddenly patted her shoulder, and then a strong smell of alcohol floated over.

Feng Jiujiu looked back and saw a big man with a somewhat ferocious face. The diners next to him all lowered their heads when they saw this. It was obvious that this man was somewhat famous in the neighborhood.

Feng Jiujiu felt a little irritable.

She is the Chaotian Phoenix, who can be called the ancestor of all birds. She is extremely beautiful in her own right, and she is even more beautiful after transforming into a human form. In order to reduce her attractiveness, she deliberately cultivated her appearance to look very young and dressed poorly. It's simple and inconspicuous, but it still can't stop these waves of gangsters.

But this is not the first time. Feng Jiujiu handles this kind of thing very well.

Should he be beaten away on the spot, or should he be lured to a deserted place and eaten?

Just as Feng Jiujiu was thinking this, her other hand grabbed the big man's wrist.

"Brother, please don't bully the little girl, okay? You're a big man, why don't you know any shame?"

Feng Jiujiu looked up and saw a rather handsome young man standing next to the big man. The young man was in his early twenties, dressed very simply, but his eyes were bright.

Still a practitioner!

Feng Jiujiu recognized the identity of the other party at a glance. Judging from his righteousness, he must be a demon slayer, right?

"No, what the hell does this have to do with you?!" The big man cursed and punched him hard.

The young man grabbed the big man's fist with one hand and smashed it violently. The big man screamed "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", with cold sweat breaking out on his head: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

The big man said the word "pain" more than a dozen times in one breath, and it was obvious that it really hurt.

The young man kicked the big man in the stomach and cursed: "Get out! If I see you bullying a little girl again, I'll chop your head off!"

The big man immediately covered his arms and crawled away. There was a roar of applause from all around. Although the people did not dare to meddle in other people's business, they never hesitated to shout when they saw someone who acted bravely, even when someone took the lead. In the future, I will be inspired to step forward and help.

There is no shortage of kind and righteous people in the world.

The young man is of course Wang Qianchen.

He wanted to kill Hong Xiaohao, so of course he had to come to Guangdong City, because it was too late when he arrived and he was very hungry, so he casually found a night market and was about to eat something when he saw the scene just now.

How could it be ignored?

Others don't care, not because of indifference, but because they don't have the ability.

And since he has supernatural powers and is a cultivator, he certainly won't hesitate.

"Are you okay?" Wang Qianchen lowered his head and asked Feng Jiujiu softly.