Armor: Expelled, turned into armor in front of the whole school

"Netherworld Demon Killing Machine... I really don't believe you are so powerful..."

"What's wrong with you?" Duanmu Yan saw that Amice suddenly looked dazed, and waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Oh, sorry." Amice came back to his senses: "I was just wondering if the door of my house was closed." He smiled awkwardly.

"I haven't apologized to you properly for bumping into you last time."

Duanmu Yan smiled and said, "No need, I have forgotten about it."

"How can this be possible?" Amice pointed and said, "Let me buy you a cup of coffee."

He took Duanmu Yan to the coffee shop and ordered an iced American coffee.

The two sat face to face, and Amice looked him up and down.

He doesn't look like a brave and warlike person.

"The day he reaches us, it will be the end of the general!"

He suddenly remembered what Baru said and couldn't help thinking.

What is Duanmu Yan doing here? Is she really coming to kill us like Baru said?

Try it out.

An Miceu smiled and said, "Duanmu, what are you doing here in Bawang? I don't think I've seen you here before?"

"Oh, come to see a friend." Duanmu Yan replied.

"Friend? Do you work here?"

"Um... yes, he works here." Duanmu Yan stammered.

He was still a little uncomfortable with lying, and couldn't help feeling guilty.

"Hello sir, your ice beauty——"

The waiter smiled politely and put the coffee down.

"Thank you." An Michou thanked him and moved the coffee in front of Duanmu Yan.

"Try it, theirs tastes really good."

Duanmu Yan took a sip, and the rich taste lingered in her mouth, bitter yet sweet.

It tasted good, and it reminded him of when he was at the ramen shop.

Every time he completed a task, Lingling would make him a cup of coffee to relieve his fatigue.

"How is it?" asked Amice.

Duanmu Yan nodded and said, "It tastes pretty good, and it's free."

There is a saying that goes, the best food is when someone else treats you to it.

Amice shook his head and smiled, "I didn't expect you to be quite humorous."

He pulled out a newspaper from the stand next to him and exclaimed in amazement.

"Duanmu, is this Netherworld Demon Killing Machine mentioned in the newspaper really that powerful?"

Chapter 43: One day as a Netherworld Demon, a lifetime as a Netherworld Demon

"What?" Duanmu Yan was stunned and put down the coffee in her hand.

Amice handed him the newspaper and pointed: "This is the armor called Nava. Now people call it the Nether Demon Killing Machine."

Duanmu Yan took the newspaper and read it roughly.

Giving a meaningful smile.

Am I exaggerating? The newspapers praised me to the skies.

What a hero of Hope City, nemesis of the Nether Demon.

Whenever he appears, the Netherworld demons within a ten-mile radius become terrified and their hearts burst with fear.

Amice observed his expression carefully and it seemed that he was very satisfied with this title.

"What do you think? Is he really that powerful?" Amice asked with a smile.

Duanmu Yan put down the newspaper and said, "It's not that amazing. You can't believe everything in the newspaper."

"I think the higher-ups are exaggerating a bit." Duanmu Yan said with a smile.

"Really?" Amice nodded, his expression difficult to read.

This guy is...quite humble.

He then asked, "Do you think Nawa is too cruel?"

Duanmu Yan almost thought she had heard it wrong when she heard this, "You mean, cruel?"

Amice nodded slightly.

After confirming that she had heard correctly, Duanmu Yan shook her head and said, "Those who were killed were all evil and wicked Netherworld Demons. How can they be so cruel?"

"I feel like if it wasn't for me—ahem!"

He coughed twice and continued, "If Nawa hadn't determined where their headquarters was, he would have rushed to their headquarters long ago."

"Destroy all these Netherworld Demons."

That was a close call. I almost let it slip.

He took a guiltily sip of coffee to hide his blush.

Oh, are you so arrogant?

I just said in my heart that he was humble, but now I want to rush straight to the headquarters.

Amice shook his head and said, "Do all Netherworld Demons deserve to die?"

Duanmu Yan's eyes widened: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

He couldn't believe it. Why would a human being say such a thing?

Could it be that he was a ghost demon disguised as a human like Qiao Shefei?

But that doesn’t seem like it. The first time I saw him, he was attacked by the Netherworld Demon.

But what he said was a little too strange.

An Michou said: "There are also good Netherworld Demons. I have encountered one."

"They just want to live a good life on Earth and don't want to engage in those so-called wars."

Duanmu Yan raised her eyebrows: "Have you ever encountered this? For example?"

Amice was suddenly speechless.

He wanted to say, "Like me."

But this is impossible. If he tells it out loud, he will not be able to survive on this planet.

Duanmu Yan sneered: "I don't care which of those Netherworld Demons are good or bad."

"Finding gold from shit. Sorry, I can't do that."

“By the time we figure out which of the Netherworld Demons are good and which are bad, they won’t know how many people they’ve hurt.”

His eyes turned cold: "If I meet a Netherworld Demon, he will die."

"No." Amice retorted: "Maybe they did a lot of bad things in the past, but now they just want to be good people."

Duanmu Yan drank all the coffee in the cup and stood up.

"Once you are a Netherworld demon, you will be a Netherworld demon for the rest of your life."

"They want to be good people? Then go down and tell those people they have harmed."

Amice looked at Duanmu Yan's departing back and silently clenched his fists.

Duanmu Yan, you are too crazy...

It's getting dark.

Duanmu Yan was like a headless fly, looking around here and there.

Where can I find Xiaofei?

It's really hard to find someone in such a big company.

Maybe it's hidden in a secret room or a storage room or something?

The cell phone suddenly rang. It was a welcome call. Duanmu Yan picked up the call.

"Hello? Welcome, what's up?"

"What? Xiaofei is back?" Duanmu Yan was surprised and said, "Well, OK, I'll be back soon."

...

As soon as Duanmu Yan entered the room, she saw Xiaofei holding a bowl of instant noodles and stuffing it into his mouth frantically.

Like a starving ghost who hasn't eaten for days.

Duanmu Yan was stunned, "This..."

Huan Ying and Qing Zizai shook their heads, "He's like this right after he came back. He didn't even answer when asked, and he's already eaten several buckets."

Duanmu Yan sat quietly opposite him, looked at him, and asked softly.

"Xiao Fei, did you find any clues during your trip to Bawang?"

Xu Tingfei put down the instant noodles and asked in confusion, "Ba Wang? What Ba Wang?"

Duanmu Yan frowned and asked, "Have you forgotten what happened a few days ago? Where have you been these days?"

"Where did I go? Where did I go..." Xu Tingfei muttered to himself, "I didn't go anywhere."

After saying that, he lowered his head to eat instant noodles again.

"How could this happen?" Duanmu Yan frowned.

Looking at Xiaofei, it seems that he has lost his memory.