The Devil of the Walking Street

"Hadley can be the gatekeeper. After all, he is a werewolf." Lan Ming looked at the gray-haired young man who had been standing at the gate since the very beginning.

"He can also bully little girls like Xu Xiaomei." Swell sarcastically said.

Lan Ming glanced at the poor Hadley, not knowing what to say.

"That's it for now." Siweier got up and wanted to go back to the room, but stopped suddenly when he walked past the boy.He sniffed with some doubts, then leaned close to Lan Ming's neck, and kept sniffing: "What's the smell?"

Lan Ming: "... I chatted with a succubus for a while at noon." Are you a dog nose?

Hadley closed his mouth in surprise, feeling that his sense of smell as a wolf had been challenged.

"Succubus..." Swell squinted his eyes, straightened up and looked down at the boy whose eyes were dodging inexplicably: "Did he do anything to you?"

Facing the archbishop's gaze, Lan Ming's heart skipped a beat: "No..." Before he finished speaking, his lips were bitten by the man as soon as he opened and closed.

Swell put his hand on the back of the boy's head to prevent him from escaping, carefully sucking the soft lips with the tip of his tongue, licking every line, leaving his own scent like a beast marking its territory.

"Well……"

Hadley, the single dog, turned his head tactfully, but even covering his ears couldn't stop the intense sound of water.

Damn it's such a blatant show of affection.

You win.

Hadley thumped down the attic.

Swell smiled, let go of the dizzy young man, and kissed him on the eyelid: "Even the taste is left - where did that succubus touch you?"

Lan Ming wiped his saliva on the opponent's clothes: "It's gone."

"Really?"

"..."

"Then let me check again."

"……roll."

The following days were very painful for the three of them.

Just as Swell worried, all kinds of strange things appeared in the "City That Never Sleeps" pedestrian street.

You Ming robbed him - he was beaten back.

There were stealthy ones—they were beaten back.

There are also cute ones-this one can't be played.

"Uncle, can I have a look at the Book of Sand?" The girl in a dress with a blue bow tie on her head grabbed her skirt, widened her watery black eyes, and looked eagerly at the head of the church sitting side by side. Two people on the chair.

Swell pretended not to hear.

Lan Ming squeezed him with his shoulders: "Hey, uncle. I'm calling you."

Swell didn't even look at him, his eyes drifted to the colorful stained glass of the church.

Brother is not that old.

Seeing that she was being ignored, the little girl pouted and began to gather strength with tears in her eyes.

"Hey, don't cry." Lan Ming took the little girl to his side with some amusement, and motioned for her to sit down first: "Can you change your ear and touch it for me?"

"Ma Ma said no..." the black-haired little girl muttered, her two fleshy hands were nervously rubbing together.

Oh, so cute.

"Are you a young girl?" Siweier turned his head, looking contemptuously.

When it comes to the young girl, Lan Ming suddenly sees the doll-like appearance of Vigil in his mind.The little devil's amiable face turned dark all of a sudden: "No."

The little girl was frightened by his suddenly gloomy face. She didn't understand that it was something called "murderous aura". She only knew that there was only one way to dispel the fear in her heart.

When she frowned, tears flowed down her cheeks. The little girl raised her head, ready to let go of her voice and howl.

Swell covered his eyes in despair.

Suddenly a dog's head poked out from the front row, Hadley leaned on the back of the chair, and a paw went over the bench to rest on the little girl's shoulder.

Catwoman probably had never seen a wolf bigger than her own, and her wail was suppressed in her throat, which turned into a clear and loud "hiccup".

Hadley stared at the little girl with wide wolf eyes, and the little girl looked at him in horror.

From the mouth she forgot to close, four pointed canine teeth can be seen.

Lan Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.