Anyway, I am a devil!

…

afternoon.

Deacon Fang shot four times in succession in Southeast City, killing six demons from the Demon Cult!

The people from the Meritorious Service Department did not go back in the morning. They still followed Deacon Fang in the afternoon to record the meritorious service and verify the identity.

Then it was discovered that none of the people Deacon Fang killed was wrong!

They are all real demon cult monsters!

When the news came back to the guarding hall, the eyes of those guarding the hall widened.

In just one day, one person killed fifteen demons from the demon sect.

Moreover, they are all handsome masters!

Previously, he killed a demon sect stronghold in Gulou. Fang Che even shared 70% of the demon sect's king-level bonus, and his merits were increased by 1,760.

As a result, Fang Che's points increased from 7,910 to 9,670.

He is only 30 merit points away from becoming a second-level Silver Star Deacon.

But on this day, he killed fifteen handsome monsters and once again received a thousand and fifty meritorious services.

The meritorious service reached eleven thousand one hundred and seventy immediately.

He is already a confirmed second-level Silver Star Deacon, and has surpassed it by a lot.

Merit points are being calculated urgently, and rewards and punishments are also being drawn up.

His merits are outstanding and no one can argue with them.

Just wait for the palace master to use his seal and seal.

It is Level 2. The silver star will flash on the collar.

Countless deacons were envious, but also admired to the extreme.

Deacon Fang, too strong!

But there are also many people who are worried: there are too many demons from the Demon Cult killed, and they don’t know how Deacon Fang can protect his own safety?

It would be really unimaginable if the demon cult demons took revenge.

Zhao Ying'er looked worried and twirled the handkerchief back and forth with both hands, almost sweating.

I just waited for Fang Che to come back and told him a few words not to work so hard, but to pay attention to safety and take care of myself.

But Fang Che didn't come back.

…

Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi returned to the escort agency together.

It's like mourning an heir.

Both of them seemed to be sleepwalking, with faces full of doubts about life.

The bitterness on his face and eyes almost made water drip from his eyes.

When the remaining little devils saw the two returning, they all came out happily.

"Brother Zhao! Brother Zheng! Are you back?"

"I heard you went drinking with Deacon Fang? Haha, how was the conversation?"

"I did fifteen of them in one day today! Hahahaha... It's so enjoyable, it relieves my anger! Tomorrow it's my turn to report them, right? I know a lot of them! Find them all out and kill them!"

"Kill those bastards who reported us!"

"..."

A group of young men were talking happily around the two of them.

The two people had expressions on their faces as if they wanted to cry loudly but could not, and their feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, dragging the ground forward.

It's like mourning an heir and not saying a word.

Finally, others sensed something was wrong.

"What...what happened?"

Their eyes were dull and they still didn't speak.

Dragging his feet, he came to the room, and the two of them spread out on the chairs without saying a word.

His eyes were dull.

"What's wrong? Brother Zhao, Brother Zheng, you guys are talking."

Others were anxious to death.

It is said that you two had a great time, relieved your anger, and drank with Deacon Fang all day long, and had a great conversation. Wasn't Deacon Fang completely deceived by your lies?

how……

Like this?

It's like something happened.

"Don't mention it."

Zhao Wushang pursed his lips and said as if he was about to cry: "We... messed up the matter."

"Ah? Doesn't Deacon Fang believe you?"

"It's not that we don't believe us..."

Zhao Wushang's face was as bitter as yellow gallbladder, and he said as if he was vomiting blood: "The problem is... our lies were so well crafted that we actually directly moved Deacon Fang..."

"Hmm? What's going on?"

Everyone fainted.

"Deacon Fang was moved by us, isn't that a good thing?" Someone asked in confusion.

"What... shit!"

Zhao Wushang collapsed and said: "Because I was so moved, that Deacon Fang... wants to set us up as heroic models who guard the hall..."

"Huh?"

Everyone looked shocked, and there was also a sense of dreaminess that Monk Zhang Er couldn't wrap his head around.

Hero? Role model?

Is this...is it something that has anything to do with us?
Chapter completed!