Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
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Davey opened the old wooden door of the bookstore as usual.

The copper bell on the edge of the door made an indistinct sound, and a lot of water flowed from the door frame, and a few traces of dust mixed up were pictured along the glass windows encrusted on the door.

Night sky.

Outside the rain, heavy rain on the road, and clouds of fog covered the scenery. At the door of the bookstore, quite a lot of puddles were collected to cover the sole of the shoe.

"it's raining hard."

Davey frowned, looking at the wet shirt and his pants were a little worried.

"The station reports that starting from last night, this heavy rain will last about a week. The Meteorological Department has issued a yellow-colored warning for heavy rain, which may be increased to red ..."

The TV sound came from the shop next door, and was immediately overwhelmed by the sound of rain.

Weather like this makes bookstores no business.

"Ugh."

Davey took out a triangular bracket and wooden planks from the back of the door, and built a simple staircase on the door.

He changed the sign on the door to "in business."

Although the bookstore is in this weather, definitely not many customers.Even it may be quiet all day.

Rather than opening the door for business, it's better to go back to sleep - most people would think so.

"But if anyone forgets to bring an umbrella when it rains, they just need protection from the rain."

Davey took the book from the rented bookcase, turned on the warm lights, hung a towel on the table, and made two more cups of hot tea.

Sit on the counter.

He flipped the pages of the book to where he had read last time, and pushed one of the teacups to the opposite side, as if to a friend who had never known him before.

Now, there's books and hot tea.

Enough to warm the minds and bodies of the lost.

Davey sipped his tea and smiled, and read 3 books.

Yes, he is a kind and romantic person, although ordinary, he is a good man and life mentor among customers, specializing in the sale of chicken soup.

To live, one must be full of hope, right?

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"Crack down!"

Alice's crossed her arms and broke the person's neck in her arms, When she turned around, she took out a long knife and cut off the other person's head.

"Gurulu ..."

Head down, not looking at him.

He reached out his hand and pushed both bodies to the side and walked out of the alley.

Behind him, dozens of corpses were piled up in a staggered manner, gradually scorched, sparking sparks and turning into flying ashes.

Announce the end of the street battle in the rain.

Blood poured out from the black clothes that soaked his own cultivation, dripped, and vaporized the acid-etching water vapor, which was swept away by the rain and instantly disappeared.

The body temperature increased rapidly, and flesh and blood began to grow and wriggle, making him clearly feel the number of his broken ribs.

But this is not a problem.

For a hunter who had been injected with dirty blood, such a wound could fully recover in just an hour.

"Time, I need time."

He raised his head.

Under the rain curtain, the bookstore in front revealed a faint light, and the row of bookshelves inside could be faintly seen from the glass windows.

Only this shop is still open, with the "in business" sign hanging on the door, and a simple staircase for walking in front of the door not in line with the surrounding environment, and it just so happened to be right across this alley.

"A coincidence or a trap?"

Alice's had no time to distinguish. He believed that his fellow hunters had a keen sense of smell, enough to smell his blood in the rain.

In the midst of heavy rain like this ocean, swim like a shark.

"Well!"

The long blade in his hand was rotated, and the spine-like blade was screwed to the inside, tightly inlaid, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a metal stick with a dark and rough surface.

It rained very hard.

Alice's opened the bookstore door.

The shop was very quiet.

As the sound of a stick hitting the ground rang out, he saw the owner of the bookstore.

It was a young man who was reading a book behind the cash register.

The clothes and trousers are all black.

The broken black hair was a bit messy, his complexion was pale, and his slender, neatly tied hands picked up the teacup and flipped through the pages of the book.

There was still a cup of tea on the counter, and the white smoke was still hot.

There was no one on the high bench in front of the cashier table.

But Alice's couldn't because she felt that this cup of tea and seat had been prepared for her.

His eyes looked at the entire Narrow and crowded bookstore.

The bookshelves were not only full of books, but also many piles on the ground.The stairs to the second floor half-obstructed by the bookshelves, and the windows were covered in layers of dust, which looked gloomy.

The counter and the young man, who was enveloped by the only source of light, revealed an indescribable mystery in the darkness.

There are still towels on the counter ...

"Tick! Tick!"

She was completely dripping with water, her entire body was drenched, her short black hair was close to her neck, and the low-cut dress showed a greasy white touch.

"Welcome home."

Davey raised his head, a warm yellow light reflected in his dark eyes.

He smiled and gave the hot tea on the counter to Alice's, and said, "It's not in vain that I waited so long, but it's a beautiful guest who came in the rain."

It is a virtue to routinely praise customers.

But there was indeed an undeniable beauty before him, although wet by the rain, the face facing the light had an incomparable beauty. Its ivory white skin was lustrous and smooth, like a carefully carved ancient stone statue.

This made him feel that his wait was not in vain.

This guest seems like he needs a lot of talk. Maybe today he can make new friends and ... ordinary guests?

Ah, this is not a despicable businessman, but a concern of kindness!

Alice's looked at the teacup in front of her, her pupils shrinking.

“Waiting a long time once” - in other words, the owner of this bookstore is an insider, is he deliberately waiting?

Or is that another purpose?

But no matter what, the strange bookshop was revealed everywhere, the timing was very appropriate, and this fellow's unhurried appearance, was clearly not simple.

Is that the Secret Tower? Or truth? Or is the person on the promise for Vap Night?

In short, this man was simply impossible to become an ordinary bookstore owner!

The vigilance in his heart increased, and he secretly twisted the mechanism of the staff As long as the situation was wrong, it would immediately become a murderous sword, piercing the eye sockets of the man opposite it.

“Are you waiting for me?” The hunter hesitantly asked calmly.

Davey smiled kindly and said, "Yes, I always felt that destiny was sometimes magical, and allowed two people who had never met to meet."

He pointed to the counter: "I hang a towel there. Don't worry, if you haven't used it yet, you can wipe the rain water first. Do you need a heater?"

Alice's hesitated to take the towel and shook her head: "No need."

Alice's watched closely and looked at her frowning brows.Based on past experience, she speculated that the other party might be having a hard time in life, so she cleared her throat and said:

"Sounds you in trouble?".

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