MTL - Urban Demon Slayer-Chapter 60 student

"Tomorrow, I will divorce Du Xue, and then leave the city... Xiao Wang, if there is a chance in the future, we will drink again!" These were the last words Zhao Mingquan said before he left.

"Let's go! Telling you to say that makes me feel a little terrified!" This was Song Bo's last call to Wang Qianchen.

"Think about it, orderly streets, people who live and work in peace and contentment, schools with loud reading, and playgrounds full of laughter... all have your strength... Isn't it cool?" Zhao Zhe said this. When he was speaking, he was lying on the ground, looking up at the starry sky, with a smile on his face.

A figure passed through Wang Qianchen's mind like a torrent.

Having reached this point, is it still possible to back down?

"I don't regret... I'll join!" Wang Qianchen raised his head and said with red eyes.

"Are you sure?" Li Qianqiu asked again.

"Sure!" Wang Qianchen's tone was sonorous and his eyes were firm.

"Okay..." Li Qianqiu nodded, without asking how he would deal with Qi Yan.

They're all adults, and some things don't need to be taught.

"Of course, Monster Slayer doesn't have to live alone..." Until then, Li Qianqiu patted Wang Qianchen on the shoulder: "When you feel that you are strong enough to protect the people around you, you can fall in love, get married and have children. It's like Commander Song, I heard that he has a happy family. Of course, I'm just taking him as an example, I don't mean to be as strong as him... It's really difficult to be as strong as him. some!"

"I understand." Wang Qianchen nodded again.

"Okay, then let's continue talking about Mr. Honglou..." Li Qianqiu sighed, and then took out a photo of a young man with fair complexion, wearing glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking at the gentle, with a bookish atmosphere , "In the area of ​​the 'Modern Times' apartment building, he is quite famous. Many people come to him for fortune-telling, and the property also has registered resident information, so it is not difficult to get his photo. Everyone remembers him. , If you see him, report as soon as possible, this monster's strength is unknown, his true nature is unknown, and he is very good at hiding his breath, maybe he is a very strong opponent, it is better for everyone to besiege him."

Several people looked at Mr. Honglou's photo carefully and remembered it deeply in their minds.

"Okay, today's meeting ends here... Xiaochen, contact us when you are free. If we are okay, we will teach you various skills." Li Qianqiu said again.

"Okay." Wang Qianchen wrote down the mobile phone numbers of several people one by one, and received a walkie-talkie and headset from Li Qianqiu.

This walkie-talkie is for military use, and its coverage can reach tens of kilometers. Except for some corners and corners, several people in the urban area can basically communicate instantly.

After Li Qianqiu said a few more words, several people dispersed and went to their respective sites to inspect, and Wang Qianchen also went back to the company to deal with some things.

...

It wasn't until Zhezhe's car wash shop was empty and there was no more sound, the "Dream of Red Mansions" on the windowsill flashed in white light, and slowly transformed into a young man with glasses.

"My mother, you scared me to death..." Mr. Honglou patted his chest, his legs were still shaking slightly, his already fair face became even paler, and he had never been in such close contact with a group of demon slayers before. matter.

"By the way, the weakest monster slayer, seems to be going on a date with Nurse Qi tonight... Yes, Mingyue Restaurant!" Mr. Honglou didn't hear the content of the later meeting because he closed the seven orifices, but he still remembered that Wang Qianchen once called over a phone call.

"Well, let's start with Nurse Qi!"

Mr. Honglou carefully observed the door of the car wash for a while, and after making sure that no one was there, he quietly went out.

Before it was dark, Mr. Honglou went back to his rented basement to pack some things.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Who is it..." Mr. Honglou was shocked and asked tremblingly.

"I, the landlord!" An old lady's voice came from outside.

Mr. Honglou breathed a sigh of relief, and then opened the door.

"When will you pay the rent?" After the old lady came in, she walked around the room first, and then pointed at Mr. Honglou with her nostrils.

"I've only been here for a day, can you not be in such a hurry?" Mr. Honglou was speechless.

"But you haven't paid the rent for one day! It's only 1,000 yuan a month, are you procrastinating?!" The old lady was domineering.

"Don't worry, I'm a scholar, I won't owe you money!" Mr. Honglou was a little irritable.

"You said that you are a young man with hands and feet. You don't go out to work, and you stay in the house all day long. I really don't believe you can pay the rent! If you can't pay the rent, move out, did you hear me!" Seeing that he is quite old, his temper is quite tough, and while talking, he poked Mr. Honglou in the chest.

"...I said that I am a scholar, and a scholar is the most reasonable. I said that I won't owe you rent, so I won't owe you rent! Also, it's not that I have no money, all my money is used to buy books, Confucius said that..." The thin Mr. Honglou was stabbed by her, and he backed away again and again, and even nearly fell to the ground, but he still replied angrily.

"Kong, your grandma! I'll break your legs again! You are a **** scholar, what's the use of reading these **** things every day? If you don't pay the rent tomorrow, just move out for me, I'm not a charity! "The old lady scolded fiercely and turned to leave.

"What the world is, scholars can't get along! Who would have guessed in this life, my heart is in the Tianshan Mountains, and my body is old in Luzhou!"

Standing in a small room, looking at all kinds of books that were dazzlingly surrounded by books that had been brought from the "Modern Times" apartment with great difficulty, Mr. Honglou let out a long and helpless sigh...