If the devil is a transvestite

Chapter 7

Although I really don't want to admit it, this guy Summer really saved my life. I don't know what he said to the so-called Earth Killer Hill, but she made her decisively throw away the knife, ah no, put it in her belt .

I shyly posed this question to Summer, thinking to myself, please satisfy my curiosity, please satisfy me...

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

"Why should I tell you?" Sure enough, it was a very Summer-style answer, and with the corner of his mouth raised halfway, it shouldn't be too flat.

"Be careful with paralyzed face." I snapped at him angrily.

"I'll tell you if you give me another bunny bunny cheese bun."

This beautiful girl's bunny bag is being targeted again!This guy must have premeditated saving me, he must wish that I die and inherit my bouncy bunny cheese bun!It must be so!
"I'll tell you."

Hill, who looks so hot and cold, speaks... so cold... although it's just the tone...

"This guy said that you are going to fight a very powerful thing that seems to be the devil. Seeing that you are so weak, I think he will not be too strong. In the end, I must fight the devil alone. It is very happy to think about it. If you I won’t suffer if there is internal strife, and I will harvest your souls to recharge my Remnant Star Blade, these useless things just now can’t satisfy Little Xingxing’s appetite at all.”

As a businessman, you can never miss the supplies that fall from the sky—even if it is information. I touched my neck and turned on the recorder on the necklace, and asked this evil god a very bad question that might be rejected by the murderer :
"Why are you……"

It's over, she's already shooting death beams at me, or I'll—

No, no, for information, for money, please believe in yourself, Pei Nina, go ahead, you are the best!

"...why kill them?"

Short Yau Ma Ye, even if I ask a question, I can be so ladylike, and be more careful with myself.But it seems to be a bit swollen in the direction of the Madonna of the White Lotus?It is impossible for Hill to know what I was thinking, she pondered for a few seconds and then said:

"Oh, you're talking about them, internal strife, or internal execution? They're attacking a man. The man is quite powerful and can last for a while, but it's a pity that he ran away."

Well, it feels like a completely useless description.

Killer Hill = talkative high-cold = chatter without focus.

I took out the adhesive film finger cot from the space storage bag and put it on my hand, and began to rummage through the clothes on the corpse.

"Hey, don't you think it's dirty, my unknown lady?" The big bastard Sam who was too bored and couldn't leave me to run away whistled and said in disgust.Hill watched it with great interest, pointing from time to time.

"Dirty, you won't throw a magic to wipe it clean, who else is your Miss Anonymous, my name is Pei Nina, Pei Nina Beaugril, please call me Miss Beaugril in a gentlemanly manner."

"Okay, Miss Dustpan."

"you……"

Under the care of the housekeeper of the Beauglier family, I have received the "hereditary aristocratic girl's accomplishment and body training" course for 14 years (I don't remember before the age of three, maybe there were) I really can't find anything There are even worse words to scold him.While I was still holding my breath and my lungs ached, Killer Hill stabbed me in the heart again.

　1. In the Uti mainland language system, Boglier's skimming is similar to dustpan.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)