Bengtie, sandbox development, how did they run out!

The soft and slightly dim orange light bathes the body of the guitar, giving its surface a faint amber lacquer sheen, and the warm luster is like a petal kissed by dew in the morning light.

She glanced at the price. Such a classical violin, which looked second-hand, was actually priced at 20 credit points.

It's so funny. According to the market price, the bounty for killing a high-level demon might only be around 200,000. Unless you are crazy, no one would spend such a large sum of money on this.

Kafka glanced deeply at the window and turned away.

However, before she took a few steps, she heard the crisp sound of breaking glass.

Then she saw the second-hand violin being picked up by invisible hands, and a familiar voice urged in her mind:

"Run!"

As the words fell, Kafka felt a tug on her wrist, prompting her to take a step forward.

There was no time to think, her body reacted faster than her brain, and before Kafka could come to her senses, she had been grabbed by the wrist by an invisible hand and fled into the alley.

The burglar alarm rang non-stop behind me, and the silent street seemed like a lake with a huge rock thrown into it, causing thousands of waves.

Kafka let the invisible hand pull her wrist and ran forward without stopping. The narrow alley was filled with the stench of garbage, and the splashing sewage wet her clean leather boots.

The noisy chaos was left behind, his chest rose and fell rhythmically with the intense running, and the strong wind blowing in his face kept entering his mouth and nose.

In this thrilling "escape", Kafka gradually began to enjoy it.

She ran out of the alley, out of the block, out of this city coupled by steel, gears, steam, yellow sand and ruins.

Just keep running like this, as if you can run to the horizon, to the edge of this world.

How great it would be if I could keep running like this until I escape from this planet.

Kafka gradually slowed down her pace and stopped just before the city behind her disappeared from her sight.

"I said."

Kafka tucked her messy hair behind her ears and cast a charming glance at the floating violin:

"How about we sweeten our deal? You take me away from Tianyiwu, to a place with music, chocolate, and hot cocoa. Then, I'll allow you to take everything from me."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"Okay, I promise. I will do my best to change your fate."

"Oh, can something that is destined be changed?"

“Others definitely can’t do it, but I can.”

"why?"

"Because I am a god."

Kafka chuckled disdainfully.

"believe or not."

Shen Yi shrugged and handed the violin to her with his invisible arm.

"Take this. You seem to like it. You even glanced at it twice when you passed by yesterday."

"yes......"

Kafka took the violin and examined it carefully in her hands.

The guitar body is cleverly spliced ​​from carefully selected maple and spruce, and time has carved out delicate wood grain on it, as if each grain carries past stories and unfulfilled emotions.

"I don't care to steal." Kafka stroked the piano and smiled. "But I'm still happy to accept a gift from the devil."

"The Celestial Five have their own rules, and the devils have their own code of conduct. As long as one has the power, morality is nothing but clay that can be toyed with at will."

"Hmm, it has a devilish tone."

Kafka nodded slightly, her purple eyes still shrouded in mystery. "Then I'll leave it to you from now on, demon."

[Kafka's favorability +10 hearts]

[Current Favorability: 10 hearts (0/100)]

Chapter 123 No one can harm you under God's gaze! (5k)

Shen Yi couldn't help but look surprised when he saw the favorability prompt pop up in the center of his field of vision.

Kafka's favorability can be said to be the slowest increasing among all the characters he has developed. For interactions like patting the head, other characters can at least increase their favorability by 1 point, but Kafka's is directly zero, and there is not even any interactive feedback.

As for sending gifts, the items purchased from Shen Yi's mall cannot be transferred to this past time and space, so the way to increase favorability by sending gifts is completely blocked.

Now, all of a sudden, his favorability increased by 10 hearts. This huge gap made Shen Yi unable to react at first.

Well, when the character's favorability reaches 7 hearts, he will give gifts to the "player", but this unspoken rule probably doesn't apply to Kafka, right?

After all, Feixiao didn’t give it when she had 7 hearts, and her Lotus Realm was given later.

I'm quite curious about what gift Kafka will give.

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"Bang bang bang!!"

The sound of several gunshots seemed extremely abrupt and clear in the silent night.

After that, the dead silence came back like a tide.

The breath stopped, the heart stopped beating, and the life disappeared like water disappearing into water.

Kafka leaned against the wall, blood slowly sliding down her cheeks, dripping onto her swollen breasts and soaking her clean white shirt.

She wiped the blood away as if nothing had happened and glanced down at the coat at her feet.

"My coat is dirty..."

She pursed her lips, her tone somewhat helpless, "It's not cheap, it's not easy to deal with."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Kafka smiled with relief, and her high heels stepped on the dirty coat, leaving the marks of her heels like the last kiss left by a lover.

She walked to the alley, took out her cell phone, and answered a mysterious call: "It's done. Don't worry, there are no witnesses."

"Physical evidence? Of course I won't leave any."

"Is this also a member of the Annihilation Gang? It seems that your association wants to turn New Babylon into a 'new' New Babylon?"

"I won't ask any more questions, and you don't have to explain anything to me. We agreed on a one-time payment of 300,000 credit points. No New Babylonian currency notes will be accepted."

"very good."

Putting down the phone, Kafka heard the ticking sound of money being deposited into her account from her portable terminal.

She smiled playfully, crushed the phone between her fingers, and threw it casually near the body of a fellow hunter.

At nightfall, snow fell in New Babylon.

The snow was not heavy. The small snowflakes floated down gently like fluff, landed on the shoulders, and then quickly melted away.

The ground was not covered with much snow yet, and the alley was pitch black where the lights could hardly penetrate. Most of the outlines were unclear, and the only thing that could be smelled was the strong smell of blood.

Looking up, I saw that the blood on the ground had not yet coagulated, and it felt sticky like gel when I stepped on it with my shoes.

Demons will turn to dust and ashes after death, but the dead demon hunters will retain their original tragic death.

If the neighborhood is too remote, there won't even be anyone to collect the bodies.

Kafka pulled out a shrunken cigarette case from the lining of her shirt, which contained the last of her ladies' cigarettes.

She picked up the cigarette with her fingers, put it between her lips and held it, and the match made a soft "click" sound in the darkness.

The flame flashed across the room quickly, flickered briefly, and then quickly disappeared, leaving behind the scattered sparks of the cigarette.

She slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and the rising white smoke swirled and coiled in the air, eventually dissipating into nothingness.

Her face was half hidden in the smoke, and her hazy purple eyes, like frosted glass, were as calm as water, but unclear, as if shrouded in a thick layer of loneliness and despair.

Ten seconds is not a long time, and it often passes in a few moments of inadvertent contemplation and pause.

But in these ten seconds, Kafka felt the longness and loneliness of living an extra life.

She took a deep puff of her cigarette and threw away the half-smoked one. The faint spark flickered faintly in the darkness.

The moment it touched the corpses, a cluster of fire suddenly broke out like an awakened beast, breaking free from its restraints and wreaking havoc.

The raging flames quickly engulfed the long-abandoned streets and alleys like a prairie fire. After the fire, all evidence of the crime will no longer exist.

Leaving the street, Kafka stood under a streetlight, stretched out her hands toward the sky, caught the drifting snowflakes, and watched these thin crystals melt in her palms.

"Snowing......"

She exhaled softly, her warm breath like rising white smoke under the light. "When the haze is blown away, you can see the stars beyond the five heavens... just like today."

As she spoke, she stretched out her palms towards the sky, her fingers clenched, as if she was grabbing the stars in the sky.

Shen Yi felt that her words were quite meaningful: "Do you like looking at the stars?"

Kafka shrugged, “No, it just feels like I haven’t looked at the sky for a long time.

Besides, in New Babylon, there is nothing to see except thick fog, steam-filled mechanical buildings, and ugly demons."

"I still remember your deal. I'm going to get you out of here."

"Oh, you want my soul so badly? Then you better try harder."

After saying this, both of them fell into silence as if they had telepathy.

The stars in the sky were shining brightly, and tiny snowflakes fell from the sky, accidentally staining Kafka's purple hair.

Seeing this scene, Shen Yi couldn't help but reach out his hand to brush away the fine snowflakes in Kafka's hair.

Seeing that the other party did not avoid it, he seemed to have thought of something, put his palm on her head, and then stroked it gently.

The soft and delicate purple hair, with the coolness of fine snow and her warmth, the alternation between cold and hot, gives one the feeling of sitting in front of the fire and eating watermelon in winter.

Shen Yi suddenly noticed that Kafka's eyes were opening and closing slightly as his palms caressed her.

It looks like a well-behaved and gentle kitten.

When I touched her hair before, she didn't respond at all. It was obvious that she ignored my interaction and it didn't even increase my favorability towards her.

Now his attitude has changed drastically and he is now more cooperative.

Even after touching her hair, her favorability increased by 10 points.

Interesting, does this mean that I have initially captured Kafka's heart?

"Let's go back."

Kafka blew hot air into her palms.

After saying this, she was stunned for no reason.

It's really strange. The demon lives in my body, but sometimes it gives me the feeling that it is standing next to me.

Perhaps this is also a way for demons to influence the mind?

Most demon hunters in New Babylon hate the mind-parasitic demons. After all, no one likes to watch their thoughts and souls being tampered with by others, and then fall into depravity step by step.

Even if you indulge in desires and turn into a demon, that is your own choice.

Compared to them, Kafka's attitude towards the demon was considered very friendly.

But at the same time, the demon in her body is also a "weirdo". I have never heard of a demon that wants to devour the soul but would cook for her and steal her violin before the host is completely defeated.

The next few days seemed peaceful.

Kafka still had some savings, and when she was not on a mission, she liked to curl up in the small bed in the apartment, holding a book called "The Art of Killing", reading it over and over again.

The windows were closed, light snow was falling outside, and the hot cocoa on the bedside table was emitting sweet aroma.

The cooked instant noodles were bubbling in the rice cooker, while the fresh vegetables and chopped luncheon meat rose and fell, rolling around so that every side was soaked in the soup.

"drop."