After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

The dungeon that has not been opened for a long time seems to be waiting impatiently. Owl almost just entered the dreamland, and lost consciousness for a moment before regaining consciousness.

This is a dream, but also a dungeon.

It was a strange feeling, but also very familiar, as if he had entered this state countless times.

Surrounded by a white mist.

He took a few steps forward without making a sound.

The white mist slowly dissipated as he moved, revealing the figure behind him.

Owl looked at each other vigilantly, and as the fog cleared, the figure became clearer.

It was a little girl about eight or nine years old, with short white hair, big dull green cat eyes, and a delicate lily-of-the-valley hairpin pinned to her left bang.

She was wearing a white coat, a knee-length skirt with sea gradient suspenders, a pair of white sandals on her feet, and a silver ribbon around her wrist.

"She" stood there sluggishly, like a puppet without a soul.

Owl froze for a moment, his eyes widened in surprise.

A memory suddenly appeared in his mind.

[It was pale, like some kind of laboratory base, with strange non-human creatures walking through it.The boy in a long cloak hid in a blind corner of the laboratory monitoring, and the cold white light illuminated the badge of the snowy owl on his chest.

The pitch-black dagger pierced the monster's throat neatly, dragging it into the shadows.

Half a minute later, the boy walked under surveillance in another form openly, easily arrived at an important control room, and silently activated the self-destruct procedure of the experimental base. 】

This is……

He walked up to the frozen girl.

【The girl in the pale lab coat had empty eyes, and was hugged and parked outside the quiet and chaotic human residence. The explosion was far behind them.

The eight-year-old girl looked at the 14-year-old boy with a blank expression on her face.The boy squatted down with one hand propped on his knee, and looked at the girl——]

【Hello. 】

"Hello."

Owl squatted down, maintained a posture of looking at the other party, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Can you tell me your name?"

[Now, you can tell me your name yourself. 】

As if the computer had entered the correct password, the girl's empty eyes lit up with a clear and gentle light.

The puppet has a soul at this moment.

The girl's pale pink lips opened, giving the same reply as in memory.

【Qin... Jingzi. 】

"My name is Qin Jingzi."

This sound was like a thunderclap in his ears, his eyes were filled with stars, his head was dizzy, strange and familiar information rushed in his mind, it seemed that thousands of mouths were pouring something into him at the same time, he was like a The overloaded old machine finally fell to the ground and stopped moving.

In the white mist, only the system's dry reminder sounded.

[You have passed the copy "■■■■", the relevant rewards have been issued, please check it carefully. ]

[The system is restarting, please wait a moment. ]

The members of the "sheep" have been watching the orange-haired monster for a long time.

Yes, monsters.

Even though this monster wears a skin that is good enough for human beings, but for most people who have seen this child in Leibo Street, it is a monster.

If it is not necessary, the "sheep" actually don't want to touch this monster at all. The dark red light from the young hands will crush the bones of those who approach maliciously without hesitation.

——Severely injured in this kind of place is equivalent to death.

Even if the opponent never takes the initiative to attack, but who knows, it is a monster after all!

But people need to survive in this world, both adults and children, especially the people in Leibo Street.

In Leibo Street, it is more painful than the people outside. You have to abandon everything in order to survive.

The "sheep" are just a group of children, and in this world where the ruthlessness to the weak is stronger than any shield, they need a strong enough backer to survive, and even live better.

The calculations in the eyes of the children couldn't be blocked at all, they pushed each other, trying to find an early bird to contact each other, and let the other party agree to protect them for the sake of being children.

The sky is cloudy again, and it will rain again soon.

Shirase glanced at the leaden gray clouds that gathered, and couldn't remember the last time he saw the sun on Leibo Street.

Since the strange white fog surrounding Yokohama appeared half a year ago, it seems that the sun in Yokohama has been eaten by the fog.

Perhaps what they see now, hidden behind layers of mist, is that blurred light cluster just the eyes of a certain monster.

With the continuous rain, is the monster also crying for the city?

The rain was a good excuse for them to cling to this monster, the... "King of Sheep."

When the first drop of rain obeyed gravity and shattered at his feet, Shirase led all the "sheep" members towards the target they had observed for a long time.

The little Nakahara Chuya still has tender baby fat on his face. He is wearing clothes that don't fit well as a gift from some kind person.

The child just stared at a certain void quietly with his empty blue eyes, and didn't look at the group of "sheep" standing in front of him.

"Hey--"

"boom--"

A loud explosion from not far away interrupted what Shirase was about to say.

Something was smashing towards them at an extremely fast speed. The dust stirred up by the great force and heavy weight made the pupils shrink suddenly, and they subconsciously wanted to avoid it almost without thinking.

The members of the "Sheep" screamed and scattered, and perhaps the word dusty little mice is more appropriate to describe them at this time. This group of little mice dispersed and disappeared in the narrow alleys of Leibo Street at a faster speed.

Shirase tried to take Chuya Nakahara away, but noticed that the opponent who had suddenly changed had a dark red light wrapped around his body.

Fear finally defeated Yewang, he looked at the red light wrapped around Zhongya with resentment, gritted his teeth and fled.

The vagrants around also rushed away, and the troublemakers only dared to watch from a distance, and the attacking things stopped in front of them.

Curious, apprehensive, and fearful eyes glanced across the cold armor, and finally froze on the cold white bones wrapped in the armor.

It may be that only ancient families who love antiques very much will keep one or two sets of thick armor that have long been eliminated by today's society.

The skin, muscles, and tendons have long been corroded, and what binds those bones, which are colder than moonlight, can only be the thousand-year obsession.

The dark and dull metal exudes a decayed atmosphere, and the ghost knight, who only appears in ancient ghost stories, steps on the green ghost fire and breaks through the white mist, appearing on Leibo Street.

The penis in its hand is still shiny, and no one will doubt whether it can easily penetrate a person's body.

"Strange, monster..."

"what--"

Even the onlookers in the distance scattered in panic, for fear that they would be watched by monsters.

Nakahara Chuya's blue eyes quietly fell on the white bones, and the tiny mood swings rippled in circles in the azure blue world.

is different...

This thing has a special power...

"clatter--"

The faint sound of footsteps came from behind the gradually dissipating smoke and dust, and the blurred and changing shadows became clear.

The boy in the gray cloak walked slowly with the snow-white girl in his arms. The boy pulled up the cloak and carefully covered the girl from the dust.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at them, but was stunned when his eyes met the girl's empty green cat pupils.

—he could feel, that girl,

Is it the same.

The raindrops fell on the trembling toddler's face, gently wiping away a gray mark, as if crying.

As for the boy, Owl was also taken aback when he saw someone nearby.

Almost all the residents of Leibo Street have mastered their evasion skills. He also deliberately chose a direction with few people and made such a big commotion. He didn't expect that some people would stay behind.

And still such a young child.

Although the other party seems to be a little special, but no matter what, he is still just a child.

In short, he focused his attention on the coveted skeleton, and the most urgent task was to lure this guy away, so as not to affect innocent children.

Owl deftly turned sideways to avoid the tip of the spear stabbing at him, turned around and kicked the opponent's back, and kicked the heavy skeleton dozens of meters away.

Amidst the loud noise of the building collapsing, the Sanhuamao, who was watching the situation from a distance, shook its ears very tiredly.

Taking advantage of the temporary distance of the skeleton, Owl put down the second vest in his arms, untied the cloak with the silver snowy owl badge, and carefully put it on the girl.

This cloak is much longer for an eight-year-old girl, and the hem was dragged to the ground and stained, but the clean freak boy seemed to have not noticed it, and whispered: "Go find a place to hide."

The expressionless girl grabbed his wrist, pursed her lips, and solemnly agreed inexplicably, "Yes."

Then he came to Nakahara Nakaya, who was watching them quietly. Regardless of the dark red light emitting a dangerous aura from his body, he grabbed the young boy's hand and led him into an alley closest to them.

The gray cloak raised a corner, and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Owl watched them leave, grabbed the spear behind him with his backhand, and pulled the skeleton knight over with a strong pull. He turned a little to avoid the ghost's fist with the sound of piercing the air, and grabbed the opponent's ice-cold Armored arms.

They stuck together almost intimately, embracing each other murderously.

The young man gave the ghost a powerful knee strike without hesitation, white bones splashed everywhere, ashes kept shaking from the gaps in the armor, and the sound of human body colliding with metal made people feel bad just listening to it, but his expression turned pale. As usual, he grabbed the struggling ghost with one hand and swung it up in the air, smashing it hard to the ground.

This was almost a one-sided beating, the ground collapsed under the load, spreading cracks like spider webs.

Owl snapped off the opponent's arm neatly, and the beautifully shaped arm bone was nailed into the ground through the hip bone with undeniable force. The ghost knight, who scared away the crowd on the streets of Leibo, was nailed by a part of his own body at this time. On the ground, unable to escape.

The constant rumble of house demolition made the heart of a certain three-colored cat tremble, and it wished to scratch the bear child's face to bleed.

And the bear child who had been severely marked didn't know about it, and was brutally stepping on the squeezed and deformed chest of the ghost knight, punching the opponent's head into the ground with a punch.