The Devil of the Walking Street

Lan Ming was taken up to the third floor by a waitress in normal clothes. Adeline and the succubus stayed below, not knowing what they were going to do.

The layout on the third floor of the bar is similar to that of a hotel, with a thick dark red carpet. The two walked on it without making a sound. On both sides of the intricate corridors, there are red-brown wooden doors in a certain order.

The waitress beside her had black hair and blue eyes, pale skin, and pointed and slender ears.It hasn't been long since Lan Ming came to the world of dark creatures, so he doesn't know what kind of race they are.

Out of anxiety about such an awkward atmosphere, Lan Ming felt that as a man, he should take the initiative to break the stagnant atmosphere: "Excuse me..."

The waitress stood in front of a door at the corner, she opened the door for the little devil, and made a "please" gesture respectfully.

Lan Ming froze, thinking that it would be here so soon.

He swallowed, and while cursing in his heart whether he was a man or not, he walked in with hands and feet as if he were dead.

"Have a nice night." The waitress' sweet voice sounded, followed by the sound of the wooden door closing.

Before Lan Ming had time to turn around, the bathroom door was suddenly opened, a pair of jade arms covered with water droplets wrapped around the boy's neck with the steaming mist in the room, the visitor was completely naked, and his plump twin peaks squeezed tightly In Lan Ming's chest, the blue-like gasps blowing in his red ears: "My guest—why did you come so early—?"

The memories that followed were really unspeakable. Lan Ming took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead dejectedly.

Swell: "...hehe."

After that, Adeline often took Lan Ming to contact people from all walks of life, and in a sense, she fulfilled the responsibility of a guide.

"It can be regarded as some kind of friendship with him." The boy frowned, and his brain was racing: "I have to find him."

Qi Wei stood up: "I will go too."

"No, no, no." The little devil shook his head: "As a human being, you should not go there."

Swell squinted at Lan Ming.

"You don't want to go either." Lan Ming looked at the Archbishop, curling his lips helplessly: "There are almost all dark creatures there..."

The archbishop of a church ran over, wouldn't he be blown up?

"Okay." Swell shrugged, got up and left the sofa, and walked into his room: "I don't care about your own business."

It was uncomfortable to hear this.

The little devil didn't think about the reason, instead he took out his phone and tapped it.

At noon the next day, the sun was shining brightly.

"Why do you have to come at noon..." The succubus lay on the bar counter, her cheeks pressed against the cold marble table top, her eyes were dull, and the corners of her eyes were still moist after yawning: "I just fell asleep..."

"Long story short." Lan Ming stood in front of the bar with an impatient look.

Cheng Sheng smiled and closed his eyes, pretending he didn't hear.

At noon, the bar was not open for business, and the glass door was locked from the outside with a thick iron chain - obviously, Lan Ming did not come in through the main entrance.

"Hello." The young man was quite annoyed seeing the other party's reluctance.

"At least call me by my name once—" The lazily cat-like young man, taking advantage of the other party's inattention, lightly bit the boy's fingertips that were resting on the bar, and then he stood up suddenly, flashing the hairs all over his body. Lan Ming's slap came from Lan Ming: "Now you have something to ask of me."

this bitch...

The little devil clenched his hand into a fist, and he did not know how many times he greeted the other party in his heart.

"I want to know why Qi Yun is still alive? I want to know where he is now? I want to know how he is doing now? I want to know who is behind the scenes?" "For the sake of you being my old friend, I will only charge you the cheapest reward~"