Chapter 3 After All, I Am Not a Devil

The voice that spoke was Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen hummed a little song in the sky, and floated home happily. Suddenly he heard a voice for help. Originally, Xiao Chen had no interest in meddling with ordinary affairs, but he felt that the voice calling for help was somewhat familiar, so he came over to have a look.

Seeing the woman whose hair was dragged, Xiao Chen finally remembered that that was not his English teacher.

Xiao Chen recalled it for a while, but after all, ten thousand years had passed, he seemed to be unable to remember the rest of his impression of this teacher except that he was good-looking.

"who?"

Hearing Xiao Chen's voice, Huang Mao shuddered and looked around.

The rest of the people also stopped what they were doing and kept looking around.

"Alas, up here, where to look, this IQ is worrying!" Seeing a few people glance around, Xiao Chen couldn't help but sigh.

Huang Mao was the first to raise his head. He stood there for a few seconds, then ran forward like crazy.

"A monster!"

Hearing Huang Mao's horrified cry, several other people also looked up, and everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

A skeleton floating in the air, with black air all over its body, countless ghost heads flickering in the black air, this scene is like the demon king in the movie.

"run?"

The two rows of big dies on the skeleton frame moved up and down and popped out the word.

A black air like a snake shot at the fleeing Huangmao very quickly, and the black air pierced into Huangmao's head.

The next moment Huangmao seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and Huangmao regressed back to the original place.

"Being a scumbag, you have to be polite. Did I let you go?"

Xiao Chen's two rows of big dies opened and closed up and down, and after he finished speaking, he tapped his shiny big head with his finger bones.

"ah……"

An earth-shattering scream came from Huang Mao's mouth, and then Huang Mao clasped his head with his hands like crazy.

"itch……"

Huang Mao dug his fingers into his scalp, growling indistinctly.

The following scene made the rest of the people who wanted to run completely dispel this idea.

Huang Mao kept clasping his skull, screaming itching, but the skull was so hard that Huang Mao's entire fingers were full of white bones and did not leave any mark on the skull.

"Too hard? Then change the place." Xiao Chen teased a little.

As soon as Xiao Chen's words fell, Huang Mao's bloody hand suddenly changed its target, and grabbed straight towards his stomach.

"Wow."

"boom."

The yellow hair fell down, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally no more itching."

After saying this, the yellow hair never lived again.

"vomit."

Everyone vomited, even Qin Wanqing, who was in despair just now, was not spared.

Wang Bao didn't feel better until his mouth became bitter.

Looking at the skeleton floating above his head, he knelt down with a plop.

"Great Immortal, spare your life, Great Immortal, spare your life."

Wang Bao kept kowtowing, what face is there in this situation?

Wang Bao didn't want to die so vaguely, his family had a lot of money, and a lot of them hadn't enjoyed it.

Maybe he didn't think about it himself, when he hurt those people, death might just be a word for him.

This terror made him shudder when real death came upon him.

"Daxian? Are you insulting me?"

Xiao Chen's big die started to move up and down again, then his right hand was raised in the air, and his two fingers bumped together.

Hearing this crisp sound, Wang Bao's whole body turned cold, and his head hit the ground heavily.

"I'm sorry, Lord Demon King, I'm sorry, Lord Demon King."

Blood was continuously flowing down Wang Bao's forehead. If he worshiped Buddha with such sincerity, it is estimated that the Buddha would really appear.

But Xiao Chen is not a Buddha.

"Magic your second uncle."

Then Wang Bao saw the most terrifying thing in the world, and his body began to change.

From the feet, the flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only white bones.

What else in this world is more terrifying than seeing yourself turned into a pile of bones.

Wang Bao opened his mouth and looked at Xiao Chen, without even uttering the last words of begging for mercy, he turned into a skeleton.

"Clatter."

The bones were scattered all over the place.

Looking at the companions who were chatting and laughing just now, their stomachs were ripped open and their bones piled up in the blink of an eye, Young Master Huang and the skinny boy even forgot their fear.

The stench came from the crotch of the two of them, and both of them were scared to pee.

They didn't dare to make a sound, or even kneel down. Who knew how the skeleton, who couldn't be called right, would deal with himself.

Xiao Chen looked at the crotch of the two of them, and shook the shiny skull.

"The mental quality is so poor, how can you be a qualified scumbag? Alas, the young people nowadays are not practical."

Xiao Chen had a tone of hating iron for being weak.

The skinny young man seemed to be awakened by Xiao Chen's words, and recovered from his fear.

"Don't come here, I'll kill her if I come here."

The skinny boy took out a pistol from nowhere and pointed it at Qin Wanqing who had already vomited and collapsed to the ground.

"You... You came to rescue her, right? If you let me go, I'll turn myself in." The skinny young man swayed and roared hoarsely.

Qin Wanqing was pointed at by the black wound, but she didn't feel any fear, and she even wanted to laugh a little.

"Young man, you are very promising, come and learn cooking from me!" Xiao Chen teased.

"Let me go, let me go..."

Hearing Xiao Chen's ridicule, the skinny young man began to repeat these three words non-stop.

"Well, after all, this emperor is not a devil, you and him must live alone, the road of scum is long and long, and leaders like you cannot be missing."

Xiao Chen pointed at Huang Shao who was still in a daze and said.

The skinny young man understood Xiao Chen's meaning in an instant, only one of the two of them could survive.

Without any hesitation, the skinny boy raised his gun and pointed it at Huang Shao.

Huang Shao, who had recovered, looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and slowly backed away, shouting hysterically: "Young Master Long, what are you doing, you can't kill me, even if you kill me, that devil won't let you go of."

Young Master Long remained unmoved at all, and was about to pull the trigger the next moment.

It's just that Long Shao found that no matter what, the finger holding the trigger couldn't be pressed down.

Xiao Chen's voice came again: "Do things fairly, after all, this emperor is not some kind of devil."

Long Shao stared blankly at the gun in his hand.

After Huang Shao heard Xiao Chen's words, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he frantically rushed towards Long Shao who was in a daze.

"boom."

A huge voice resounded in the valley, Huang Shao looked at the hole in his chest, raised his head to see the devil in the sky, and wanted to ask him why he didn't speak well.

But he has no chance.

"Bang, bang..." Gunshots rang out one after another, and Young Master Huang was beaten into briquettes.

"Well, good boy, you are very promising, you can go."

Long Shao couldn't believe his ears, that devil was willing to let him go.

After Long Shao was sure that he heard correctly, he started to run towards the road.

At this time, Young Master Long was even thinking that he must be a good person and a useful person to society after returning home.

However, while running, he fell to the ground and could never get up again.

Xiao Chen said with some dissatisfaction: "I told you to go, but you ran away, looking down on me?"

In the extremely lively scene just now, only Xiao Chen and Qin Wanqing were left.

Qin Wanqing looked at the skeleton floating in the air and said thank you, then quietly closed her eyes.

After seeing all those scumbags die, she can accept death now.

Xiao Chen scratched his head inexplicably, looked at Qin Wanqing who looked like he was waiting to die, and said: "Crazy, this emperor is not a devil."