I Defeated the Devil, So I Had To Become the Devil Myself

　　 I handed the wounded banshee to Phedero's care, and touched the victory sword in my waist. This time I have to pretend to be forced.

　　 "Huh? Huh? Where's my sword of victory!"

　　 touched the hand on the waist, and then I remembered that the sword had fallen to the ground when I was caught by these two sisters. How could this be? I want to pretend but I don't have any weapons, so embarrassing.

　　 Just as I was stunned, I caught a glimpse of a black dagger hanging from the waist of the wounded banshee that Federo was holding. Although it was a little small, it was also useful.

　　 I held the dagger, blessed my speed and power, and stabbed towards the banshee like a phantom. The banshee seemed a little surprised, and hurriedly sent out sound waves visible to me.

　　 How can I be fooled after eating this thing once, because I am afraid that I will fall asleep again.

　　 This kind of sonic attack is very troublesome, I can only dodge non-stop, very embarrassed for a while.

　　 "I'm a magic swordsman! Do you know what a magic swordsman is? I know magic."

　　 "Look at my ultimate secret---Phantom's true and false clone assaults the Red Strike!"

　　 I shouted arrogantly. The banshee was startled slightly, and then cracked an extremely arrogant smile.

　　 "Hey, there is no trick to call out the name, doppelganger? You think I will be fooled."

　　 My speed is very fast, piercing towards the banshee's chest. As soon as I reached the position of his chest, I stopped and kept the stabbing action.

　　 "Hey, stupid human beings, this must be a clone, right? I'm going to be fooled by such inferior means? You are here!"

　　 The banshee suddenly turned around and suddenly took a defensive posture backwards.

　　 I no longer deliberately stayed still, the dagger in my hand suddenly exerted force and pierced her back.

　　 The banshee turned her head and looked at me in surprise, "More than one clone? You..."

　　 I chuckled: "Sorry for your misunderstanding. I don't know how to do this. I lied to you just now. Just close your eyes for your IQ."

　　 "You...you despicable human!"

　　 The banshee made a harsh, angry cry, and this voice was filled with disobedience and grievance.

　　 I withdrew the dagger, kicked the banshee aside, just about to make a few more knives.

　　 "Can, can't, let it go, let it go, her."

　　 The banshee in Phaedlow's arms said extremely laboriously.

　　 I sighed and let it go. Actually, there is really no need to kill them all. It's just that her arrogant attitude just made me uncomfortable. Let's run away now.

　　 "An Le, others say you are a gangster, perverted or something. In fact, I have always felt unfair for you. But watching your battle with this banshee, I think you are not only a gangster, but also very cheap!"

　　 Phaedro handed the wounded banshee to me, and did not forget to spit me a few words.

"Grass, you bald scoop, believe it or not you mean me, write a growth story about your relationship with the forest banshee queen, and then draw it into a comic, so that the people of Capuya will know that you are a war girl. The style of the Demon Queen?"

　　 "Hehe, Master Anle, the number one brave in Capua City, you see what you said. How could such a great and handsome brave as you do this, right?"

　　 Phedero's face was as gray as death, and he hurriedly begged for mercy.

　　 "An Le, you don't do this kind of thing, do you?"

　　 He seemed uneasy, and hurriedly added another sentence.

　　 At this moment, the banshee who was stabbed by me let out a sharp howling.

　　 "This is, call, call companions! Let go, let go, me. Hurry, run away!"

The banshee I was holding struggling to shout to me, as expected, this scream attracted the attention of the banshees who were fighting with the bone demons. The queen turned her head and looked at me. Anger seems to burn air.

　　 "Fool!"

　　 I moved my mouth toward the queen, and ran in the direction pointed by the injured banshee.

　　 If it can be demonized at this moment, how good the flying ability using the Demon King’s wings would be, it wouldn’t be so embarrassing. How could I put down the banshee in my hand, from the moment this banshee crawled to me on the ground, trying to untie my rope before dying, from the moment she said I was sorry. I can no longer ignore her.

　　 I ran desperately, and the sky gradually darkened. It seemed that this group of banshees would not be catching up, not to mention that there was a bone demon in their nest.

　　 "An Le, this banshee's injury is a bit unoptimistic, if it is not treated in time, I am afraid..."

　　 There is nothing wrong with being bald. If you don't get treatment, you will definitely die.

　　 "I know! I am also in a hurry!"

　　 I yelled at Phaedro, a little angry.

　　 "Wait! Listen! What's the noise!"

　　 I stopped abruptly. In this dark night, insects were everywhere, but in the insects, I heard different sounds. Someone seemed to be sobbing in a low voice.

　　 "Nothing? You got it wrong, right."

　　 "No, you can't hear it because you are bald."

　　 I replied casually, and Phaedro chatted endlessly about the benefits of his bald head. He also said that this was caused by a sneak attack by the Demon King's men after winning half a move in 300 rounds of the battle with the Demon King. Speaking of the demon king's subordinates, Phedero angrily accused the goblin Goudamu.

　　 "Shut up! Don't interfere with my voice!"

　　Phidro said that my head hurts, and he hurriedly stopped him, and this small voice appeared again. I handed the banshee in my arms to Phedero, holding the dagger cautiously, and walking towards the direction of the sound.

　　 That's right, the source of the sound is behind this low bush, the sound is vaguely familiar.

　　 I carefully slashed through the bushes with doubts, and a man in a black cloak sat on the ground with his back to me and sobbed.

　　 "Black cloak!"

　　 I took a breath, Mar's actually met this grandson here, neither fear nor plague is so easy to deal with. How can this be good.

　　 It may be that my movements are a bit big, and the black cloak slowly turned his head, his face is very black ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ black and black, only a pair of bright eyes and a small white tooth can be seen.

　　 "This black cloak seems to be different from Fear Plague."

　　The black cloak found me and stood up suddenly, rushing towards me with a whimper in his mouth.

　　 It's done. As the so-called Yuanjialu is narrow, you have discovered it, so you have to start first.

　　 I just wanted to fly into a stab, but the black cloak fell to the spot just a few steps away. When I saw the opportunity, I had no time to think, and I rushed over and sat on the black cloak. Pin his hands backwards behind him.

　　The hands of this black cloak are not like plague and fear, but they are slippery and warm.

　　 "The skin is not bad? What about the plague? What about fear?! Say, what are you!"

　　 I shouted toward the black cloak that I controlled.

　　The black cloak has been sobbing softly since I was controlled. Is this waste, is it sad?

　　 "Are you sad? Do your skills make me sad? But I tell you I am happy."

　　 In order to convince the black cloak that his skills are useless to me, I specially sang Are you happy?

　　 "Are you happy? I am happy..."

　　 "An Le, what are you doing? Who is this person?"

　　 At this time, Phedero walked over with the injured banshee, watched me sitting on the black cloak, and asked curiously.

　　 "Did you forget the black cloak? Fear? The one who stole the dragon egg."

　　 "I remember, but this man's clothes are blue. You see, the black is obviously black mud, can you see where his cuffs are blue?"

　　 Phedero looked at me and said.

　　 Phaedro just finished speaking, an ominous premonition flooded my heart, the blue cloak...