Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

In the old residential area, Hongying, wearing a black and red cloak and soaked by the rain, came rushing over. She was panting heavily, and it was hard to tell whether the water on her face was rain or tears.

"Xiangnan, give me Lao Zhao's location. I've already arrived in the old city!"

"It's in the open space ahead..." Wu Xiangnan's voice was suppressed and sad:

"Hongying, you have to be mentally prepared."

"What preparation?"

"A few minutes ago, I lost contact with Zhao Kongcheng, and his badge hasn't moved for a long time..."

Hongying suddenly showed a look of panic, gritted her teeth and increased her speed by another 10%, and two lines of tears burst out of her eyes.

She didn't want to believe Xiangnan's guess, but all this seemed reasonable and destined.

That is the Ghost-Faced King of Sichuan, the Ghost-Faced King who owns the Forbidden Ruins!

Brother Kongcheng will fight to the death... He will definitely activate the ghost and god attraction!

"Don't talk nonsense, maybe he is just tired..."

"..."

The rest of the Cangnan Team 136 were all silent. They all knew how important Zhao Kongcheng was to Hongying.

Even though they always bickered when they were together and Zhao Kongcheng always looked mean, in fact, the two of them had already become the closest of relatives.

To Hongying, Zhao Kongcheng is both a father and a brother.

Lao Zhao, please don’t die, please don’t die!

Her vision was blurred by tears and her physical strength had long been exhausted, but Hongying stumbled into the battlefield with a strong tenacity.

She closed her lips tightly, slowly drew the spear from the box, and walked forward.

Thick puddles of water, streets covered with knife marks, the Ghost-Faced King split in half amidst the ruins...but there was no sign of Zhao Kongcheng.

"The Ghost Face King is dead... Lao Zhao, where is Lao Zhao?!"

Hongying's eyes suddenly brightened, she looked around anxiously, and her voice began to sob involuntarily.

"Xiangnan, the Ghost Face King is dead, but Old Zhao must still be alive. Let him speak!"

"What? I'll call him right now!"

There was a sudden noise in the headset, and then it fell silent again. Everyone held their breath and waited for Hongying's next reply.

Hongying was panicked and helpless. She looked around and staggered past the street corner. Finally, she saw three figures in the shadow under the eaves in front of her.

Hongying suddenly covered her plump lips, tears falling silently.

Under the eaves, Su Yan and Lin Qiye, both wearing short-sleeved T-shirts, huddled in the corner, rubbing their arms to keep warm.

The two men were shivering with cold, and their upper and lower teeth were chattering.

Su Yan couldn't help but curse, "You're just animals. You're stealing high school students' uniforms on the street and using them to cover your butt. Is that something a human could do? Is that how you, the Night Watchmen, are guarding us?"

Lin Qiye shuddered: "Yes."

"It's not you, the Night's Watchmen. It's us. We're one family, so I'll be polite to you..."

Zhao Kongcheng had a Cangnan Middle School uniform on both sides, with the sleeves tied tightly around his waist with a slipknot.

He lay weakly on the steps, but his face was full of smiles.

"Brother Kongcheng?"

Hongying's crying voice penetrated the rain curtain and was accurately captured by Zhao Kongcheng.

He looked in the direction of the voice, chuckled, and with the help of Lin Qiye and Su Yan, he stood up, straightened his waist, and then his body was like a gun.

"Old Zhao, say something, otherwise it's too dry."

Zhao Kongcheng looked serious as he slowly raised a badge in his right hand and held it above his head.

A hearty laugh echoed through the night sky: "Zhao Kongcheng from Cangnan Team 136."

"——Triumphant!"

......

late at night.

After Lin Qiye and Zhao Kongcheng agreed on a meeting place for the next morning, they set out on their journey home.

Once a commitment is made, there is no going back on it.

What's more, Su Yan's serious words just now were still echoing in my ears.

...Lin Qiye, even if you survive this time, there will be countless attacks waiting for you in the future. You are not helping them, you are saving yourself.

Before he could ask any further questions, Su Yan vomited three mouthfuls of ketchup, claiming that revealing the secret had already shortened his life and he could not say anything more.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiye's eyes twitched unconsciously.

You're obviously a normal person, so why don't you pretend to be mentally ill?!

Hmm...should be a normal person, right?

As they got closer to home, the streets and alleys were cleared of the ghosts, corpses, and blood.

People going to work early tomorrow morning will know nothing about this battle.

They fell asleep soundly immersed in the white noise of the rain, but they didn't know that there was a group of people traveling through the rainy night, risking their lives to protect them.

Is it really worth it?

But, he is indeed quite handsome.

Lin Qiye sighed deeply, his gaze extending along the road into the distance. The light on his head was his home.

"Ow~"

A howl interrupted his thoughts.

Lin Qiye stared with wide eyes at the front and side. That was the place where Zhao Kongcheng died for the first time, uh... fell asleep.

At this time, a little black dog was squatting there, raising its head and howling, looking stupid and weird.

......etc?

Why does that little black dog look familiar?

Lin Qiye frowned and quietly took a few steps forward. After waiting to see clearly, he flew into a rage and shouted, "Little Blackie!"

The little mangy dog ​​shuddered, turned its head frame by frame, and met Lin Qiye's eyes with a confused look.

"Have you grown wings and run away from home? I'll break your legs!"

Lin Qiye lowered his head and looked around for bricks. Finally, he chose a branch and rushed forward with big strides.

"Let's go home!"

The little black cat kicked its four hooves a few times and ran away, its miserable cries echoing through the night sky.

"Ouch? Ouch—"

......

Inside the Peace Office.

Places that usually should be turned off late at night are brightly lit today.

Hearty and boastful laughter echoed in the hall.

"Hahahaha, Minsheng Shanyue, Sequence 083, ultra-high-risk sequence, who else is there?" Zhao Kongcheng was wrapped in bandages all over his body, and he laughed with pain in his teeth.

"When I become a general, the captain and I will have our own separate ways. I will call him captain and he will call me general!"

Hongying was snuggled up on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, her long, round legs curled up tightly together, revealing only a few of her snow-white feet. Her pink, plump toes were lightly hooked in a slipper, swaying playfully.

"Old Zhao, you've said it ten times. Can you take a break?" Hongying couldn't help but complain.

"Oh? Is there?" Zhao Kongcheng thought for a moment and said excitedly:

"Then let me tell you about how I swung the black crescent blade and chopped off the Ghost Face King's head."

Everyone rolled their eyes: "Eighteen times!"

At this moment, Chen Muye walked out of the restaurant with a dark face, changed his shoes and prepared to go out.

"Captain, where are you going so late?"

"Let's go to the convenience store and buy some noodles..."

Si Xiaonan was stunned for a moment, and asked with a puzzled look, "Captain, didn't I just buy a dozen bags the day before yesterday?"

Chen Muye's body trembled, and he suddenly pointed at the kitchen with a look of grief: "That kid ate sixteen bowls of noodles and was only half full!"

"The funding is already insufficient. What a sin!"