If this girl were in Zheng Fan's previous life, 800,000 betrothal gifts wouldn't be enough to buy her, right?
But Zheng Fan knew why Jiang Si always got into so much trouble.
It would be strange if this kind of behavior didn't cause trouble.
However, Jiang Si's violence index was quite high, and coupled with the Killing demon's natural enemy status to humans, not to mention that Zheng Fan had strengthened her with a singularity, this girl seemed much stronger than Zheng Fan had imagined, at least when compared within Xixikeke Street.
"So what did you exchange for?" Zheng Fan asked.
"Ta-da!" Jiang Si beamed with joy, pulling out a delicate, small, pitch-black, scarred, and angry-looking owl head pendant.
"What is this?" Could it be some kind of incredible Phantasms with a great background?
"This is Mr. Brachio, a classic animated character from Kuku Manga. It's a discontinued pendant from over a decade ago, a promotional gift from a collaboration with the catering industry. You couldn't get it anymore, so I didn't expect to see it here. It's too cheap to get it for dozens of heads. Dadu still has good things!" Jiang Si said happily.
...
Kuku Manga... Hmm, a name that sounded a bit familiar to Zheng Fan.
He remembered now. When he was idly peeking into other people's daily lives, he had seen children watching cartoons on TV, and the logo that appeared at the start of one animation program was Kuku Manga.
It seemed to be an animation company with a profound influence in Dadu, with many well-known manga and animation characters under its umbrella.
Its style leaned more towards the Japanese anime in his memory, while other styles had different promoters in Dadu. One could only say that the culture in this place was indeed diverse.
Promotional gifts from catering collaborations and such evoked many familiar memories for Zheng Fan.
Alas, spending money to buy toys and merchandise, and then eating a meal that might not even fill him up, would any fool really do that?
Yes, there were!
Zheng Fan thought of his collection before he transmigrated, and his tears almost couldn't hold back.
"Huh? Evil Mr., why are you twitching?" Jiang Si noticed that Zheng Fan on her shoulder seemed strange.
"It's nothing, this is a quality hobby, you must persist," Zheng Fan said with a deep, Vicissitudes voice.
Jiang Si: ?
Why are you suddenly so self-moved? It's a little disgusting.
On second thought, she suddenly asked, "Evil Mr., can you turn into anything?"
"Most things, as long as I practice more."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Si's eyes immediately lit up: "Can you turn into Mr. Brachio?"
..."I could have, but not now."
"Ah~, why?"
"Because you want me to change, so I can't," Zheng Fan said, scratching his face with a bat claw.
"Let's make a deal."
"Let's not talk about that deal. What do you plan to do about the people following you?" Zheng Fan changed the subject.
Chatting and walking all the way, Jiang Si was already quite far from Night Square. The surroundings became quiet, and there were far fewer pedestrians.
"You almost made me forget," Jiang Si suddenly realized. "I originally planned to lure them to a quiet place and kill them."
"What did they come for?"
"I don't know, just kill them and be done with it."
..."Alas," Zheng Fan sighed.
What a polarization.
Lin Yilin's mind was so complicated that he had no idea what she was thinking, while Jiang Si's thinking was horrifyingly simple.
It was hard to imagine such a person surviving alone in Dadu and Violent World, and living so happily.
Zheng Fan originally suspected that her family was protecting her.
However, he had also observed similar situations and found nothing. Either the bodyguards were too well hidden, or Ginger Association really didn't care about her. Considering her brother, who mercilessly ordered his subordinates to surround and kill her and turn her into a sieve, the latter possibility seemed greater.
People in Violent World could not truly protect their own relatives.
Perhaps Jiang Si's way of thinking, in some sense, resonated with this messed-up world, which allowed her to live so comfortably.
The footsteps behind them gradually became clearer; they were no longer hiding.
"Ginger Association's fourth daughter has indeed appeared on Xixikeke Street again. This prediction was correct," a man said as he walked up, simultaneously drawing a katana from his waist.
"I don't care about her background or identity; I want the Killing demon's blood," another person, whose body was tightly wrapped and whose voice sounded like a woman's, held a gun in one hand and drew a sword in the other.
"Let's each rely on our own abilities."
Several people closed in.
Zheng Fan spread his wings and flew up, saying domineeringly, "It's my turn..."
Whoosh!
Jiang Si took the initiative and charged directly. With her body as the center, large patches of red lines suddenly exploded, like blooming blood-colored lotuses.
Screams, blood, gunshots, and the clash of swords and blades filled the air. Figures intertwined, and dismembered limbs and fragments were scattered on the ground, forming pools of blood.
The red threads slowly retracted. Jiang Si took off her baseball cap, untied her ponytail, re-combed her hair, and tied it back up. Her dark eyes showed no extra emotion: "Not satisfying."
Zheng Fan: ...
My goodness.
Shouldn't it be his turn to take over and display extraordinary strength, causing rivers of blood, driving away all ill-intentioned individuals, and once again making Jiang Si feel how comfortable it was to hug the thigh of him, Zheng Fan, the great lord?
Why did you finish killing them yourself?
Jiang Si stepped around the bloodstains to avoid getting her shoes dirty: "Evil Mr., did you say something just now?"
"Nothing," Zheng Fan said, looking at the bodies on the ground, full of resentment.
Why are you so weak and still trying to act tough? You're probably only slightly stronger than Binary Little Sister. Are you all "chickens"!?
Just as he was thinking, a group of people suddenly appeared around them, ignoring Jiang Si and rushing directly towards the corpses and remains on the ground without a word.
"You can really pick up money when you go out, huh?"
"So lucky!"
"Don't fight me! I saw it first!"
"Get lost! With your measly ability, you dare to claim more?! Do you want to become my money too?"
This group of people did not seem to be with those who had come for Jiang Si earlier. They were speaking unintelligible words, and each of them was equipped with various sizes of briefcases, picking up the flesh and blood from the ground and putting it into the boxes. They didn't even let go of the blood; as long as it wasn't dry, they would suck it in.
Jiang Si glanced at them, completely unconcerned, and turned to leave.
Since they weren't after her, she had just finished killing and didn't plan to kill more. Besides, these people looked quite pathetic and didn't quite fit her aesthetic for killing.
At least they should act a little more arrogant to make her want to kill them.
As for lunatics, she had seen too many since childhood, and she wasn't a normal person herself.
But she had only walked a few steps when her body suddenly stiffened, her shadow split into two, tears appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her dark eyes were replaced by grayish-white.
"Unexpected gain, I told you it's useful to be out and about." "Jiang Si" turned back and gave a big smile.
"Evil Mr., what are you doing?"
"Quiet, this is my body."
Zheng Fan casually responded and walked directly towards the group of people.
"I'm looking for Lind, do you know him?" With one hand on her hip, like a supermodel on a runway, she stood forward, fully displaying the beauty of Jiang Si's figure, and Zheng Fan's question was equally direct.
Most people didn't bother to pay attention to him; he was getting in the way of them making money.
Only one person paused their actions.
The next moment, he felt a gust of wind hit him, and he was kicked and stepped on, looking in terror at the young, beautiful girl in front of him, who was smiling as she looked down at him: "You know him?"
"I..."
"Now is the reward part, but if you can't say it, then it's the punishment part," "Jiang Si" interrupted his meaningless argument, stating directly.
"No, don't just use my body to reward others! And what kind of reward is this?!" Jiang Si's shadow cried out.
The man in front of her had the same thought.
What kind of super-era reward was it to have his chest slowly crushed by a beautiful girl?
