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Black Lives Matter stands close by, looking here affectionately.

Yamamoto Takashi, a native of the island country, stared at Black Lives Matter’s butt and tail, and his saliva never stopped.

The red-haired Bella had nothing to do with herself, she was just moving her left hand.

Grandma Rong looked calm, as if these were just trivial matters.

Roger seemed relaxed, but in fact he was extremely vigilant. He was considering whether to take the opportunity to kill Black Lives Matter and take Cecilia's demon soul as lunch.

But out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a pair of long legs and immediately gave up the idea.

Long-legged Anna has arrived too!

Two women came down from the second floor. The long-legged Anna was wearing the men's tight pants of this era and long leather boots. Roger's heart was beating fast at the sight.

The other was a woman named Lisa, but she hadn't been seen for a long time and her complexion became even paler.

The original seven-member team is now together, and there is an extra fair-skinned and beautiful woman.

Long-legged Anna looks towards Roger and Latina.

"I'm not crazy." The Latina was still muttering, "I'm not crazy."

Long-legged Anna shook her head and asked: "There was an accident?"

Lisa answered: "I don't know, Ban Qi is always the central contact."

"I passed the news to Ban Qi in the morning." Yamamoto Takashi came over at this time, "Ban Qi may have been delayed by finding a man."

Long-legged Anna pointed at Roger with a friendly smile: "Left hand!"

Roger knew what she was going to do. Now that we were outnumbered, he needed to keep a low profile. He took off the leather glove on his left hand, revealing the dark and shriveled ghost claws.

"Yes." Lisa confirmed: "This is Samuel's sign."

Roger was worried that he might make a mistake by talking too much, so he didn't answer the call.

According to Leonardo da Vinci, not only did he have the mark of Baron Samuel left on his body, but he also had the aura of the devil due to the presence of the sealed demon soul.

Long-legged Anna looked at Black Lives Matter again, and Black Lives Matter nodded vigorously: "This is the father."

"We're almost all here." Long-legged Anna glanced at the Latina again, "Where's Benqi?"

Lisa looked gloomy: "Let's wait one more day. She won't be there by this time tomorrow, so give up on her."

"I agree." Yamamoto Takashi answered.

Roger observed silently, and based on what the painter Leonardo da Vinci said, this Lisa was obviously the leader of the seven servants.

Lisa said to Long-Legged Anna again: "This is not the first time you have come in. You know everything about the situation. It won't be too late to wait for the magic circle to be opened before merging. If you maintain your current state, you can have more combat power."

Long-legged Anna smiled: "Okay."

Lisa raised her voice, pointed at the long-legged Anna and said: "If I am entangled in the battle, you must follow Anna's orders." Her face turned serious: "More than five hundred years have passed, times have changed, and we no longer understand

Human beings, although you have occupied the bodies of alien humans, some of their potential habits will still affect you!"

Yamamoto Taka looked at Black Lives Matter’s butt and wagging little tail and swallowed: “I want to eat meat!”

Roger remained silent, but remembered what Lisa had just said in his heart.

"Go, Francisco." Lisa pointed with her little hand, "Your previous body is still in the kitchen."

Yamamoto Takashi's saliva started to flow again: "Let's drink broth tonight."

He happily entered the kitchen, and then there was the sound of a kitchen knife chopping meat.

"Let's all go and rest." Lisa said again: "Adapt to the new body as soon as possible and act together tomorrow."

Long-legged Anna was the first to leave, Granny Rong and red-haired Bella also walked towards the stairs. Roger was not interested in Yamamoto Taka's broth, so he followed closely.

The Latino muttered "I'm not crazy" and followed him.

"Father!" Black Lives Matter's little tail was wagging like an electric motor, and he caught up with him in a few steps. "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

Roger really didn't want to deal with this devil with a female spirit and a male body, but the current situation couldn't be ignored.

Originally, he wanted to communicate with Grandma Rong, but with this Black Lives Matter entangled, there was no chance.

Black Lives Matter followed Roger, wagging his tail non-stop, and said in a low voice: "Is it because of Lisa?"

Although he didn't say anything, Roger had been listening carefully and didn't speak at this time, which seemed to be both acquiescence and disapproval.

"My father is a baron. In terms of status, he is only higher than that bitch Lisa." Black Lives Matter was obviously complaining about Baron Samuel: "She just has a special physique and has been least suppressed and weakened here.

He became the strongest one, otherwise my father would be here..."

Roger could roughly guess that there were also fights between devils.

Think about it, any creature with certain intelligence will always have internal conflicts.

Fighting with heaven is endless fun, fighting with earth is endless fun, and fighting within yourself is even more fun.

After going up the stairs, red-haired Bella and Granny Rong entered the room one after another. Roger came to the door of his room and stopped.

Black Lives Matter and Latinos have been following him.

"Go find him a room." Roger pointed at the Latino.

Black Lives Matter’s tail is wagging even more cheerfully.

The Latino was stunned and muttered: "I'm not crazy..."

Roger was worried about being entangled with him, so he patted his shoulder solemnly, and said again very seriously: "Although people's words are scary, you have to stick to your heart. I know you are not crazy! Go and rest first."

The Latino's confused eyes seemed to clear up again, and he followed Black Lives Matter away.

After getting rid of this nagging lunatic, Roger breathed a sigh of relief. If he continued to talk about it, he would be in trouble.

But instead of going back to his room, he waited for Black Lives Matter.

Not long after, Black Lives Matter came back wagging its tail: "Father..."

Roger's face was serious, showing no emotion or anger.

"Can I still trust you?" he said slowly.

Black Lives Matter smelled the familiar scent of the baron and vowed: "From the day I called you father, I dedicated my infinite loyalty to you."

Not biological father and daughter? Roger quickly captured this information, but remained calm. He had a very limited understanding of the social structure of devils and human relations... no, the relationship between ghosts and ghosts.

Black Lives Matter’s purple tail was raised high, almost sticking to his back, and he asked in a low voice: “Father, we have all got alien human bodies. We are not like we couldn’t kill our opponents before. Do you want to kill that bitch quietly?”

people?"

Roger won’t believe BLM’s loyalty: “Nonsense!”

Black Lives Matter immediately shut up.

Roger thought about his agreement with the painter Leonardo da Vinci to kill the Mona Lisa, and took out a coin and handed it to Black Lives Matter: "Go to the bakery on the street and buy some white bread for me."

"I'll go right away."

After taking the coin, Black Lives Matter turned around and walked away, his tail wagging happily again.

Roger, whose tail was wagging, was dizzy and reminded: "Put your tail away, now is not the time."

Black Lives Matter immediately put its tail between its legs.

Roger entered the room and walked around the room deliberately to check that there was nothing abnormal before sitting down.

Today, the painter Leonardo da Vinci made an agreement with him to take action when he finds an opportunity. Da Vinci will tie up the devil, and then he will kill him, trying to catch them all as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, everyone is here now.

Roger didn't dare to wait for a long time. After all, he was not a real devil. The longer he delayed, the easier it would be to reveal his flaws. Even if there was no problem with him, Granny Rong's eyes and red-haired Bella's hands would not be 100% safe.

Fortunately for Granny Rong, he couldn't believe the moral integrity of the red-haired Bella, a female high school student who was always willing to penetrate others.

As for how to do it, he would only follow the plan of the painter Leonardo da Vinci completely if he was stupid.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Black Lives Matter walked in with white bread.

Using that coin to buy white bread will notify the painter Leonardo da Vinci to do something tonight.

"Father..." Black Lives Matter came over with the bread, "This is the bread you want."

In order to avoid risks, Roger still spoke very little and just nodded.

Black Lives Matter’s tail was exposed again, wagging and wagging.

"Go and rest." Roger said.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, father." Black Lives Matter's tail wagged even more cheerfully: "Aren't you wagging your tail tonight?"

If you look at that tail alone, it is indeed very special, but when it grows on Black Lives Matter, it is really disgusting.

Roger resisted the turmoil in his stomach and said, "I still have to adapt to this body."
Chapter completed!