One thing to say.
Face-Face Fruit is real.
"Huh?"
Although Reaper did not accept the money, she did not reprimand Ian for her behavior. She just felt the oppression coming from Ian and stared at Ian in surprise for a long time.
"I'll leave this to you."
Female Reaper seemed to have thought of something, she lowered her head in fear, bowed deeply to Ian, and then disappeared into the smoke-filled classroom.
"Done."
Ian put the remaining one hundred into his trouser pocket and took it in front of his face, confidently. After all, he would also need an agency fee to activate Face-Face Fruit.
"You also said you are not Reaper?"
The girl also regained her mobility at this moment.
She stared at Ian with an expressionless face.
"No, today I am Face Superman." Ian feels that this title seems a little inferior to Stocking Superman, but it doesn't matter. He can also be other versions of Superman in the future.
"Should I say thank you?" The girl moved her wrist a little, her face still expressionless, but there was finally a hint of fluctuation in her eyes.
"You actually know how to say thank you! You are definitely the most polite person I have met this year!" Ian praised in surprise, and then silently added three points of favorability to the girl in his heart.
"Rachel·Ross."
The girl suddenly introduced herself.
"Oh, I also saw a Ross last night, but she seemed to be an AI." Ian still couldn't find the corresponding information, but he did remember Trigon.
"AI person?"
The blue-haired girl Rachel was silent for a moment.
"Is it useful?"
Her sudden question left Ian speechless.
"Let's talk about my chemistry teacher." When Ian couldn't resist, he turned his head and looked at Mr. White, who was still huddled in the corner and shivering.
"Ian, Ian, do you still remember how good the teacher was to you? I even gave you 5 more experimental points last semester." Mr. White forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Remember."
Ian nodded.
"Originally, I was very good at controlling points, but the extra five points made me the first again, and I lost five hundred dollars in bets." Of course, he would not forget such a huge loss of property.
"..."
When Mr. White heard this, his whole body froze, and he had a very bad premonition. At this moment, the girl Rachel also walked up to the poor chemistry teacher.
"How did you contact Trigon?"
Her voice was like ice water sliding across metal.
Hear the words.
White swallowed.
"Yes... it was that Demons who took the initiative to find me!"
He suddenly became excited, "I had cancer, and I tried all the treatments. In the end, I even found a gypsy witch! But the liar took my money and ran away!"
"And just when I was at my most desperate, a whisper sounded in my ear... saying it could give me a new life... I didn't even know it was Demons! If I knew, I definitely wouldn't believe this nonsense!"
"Despicable, shameless, hateful, evil... I was just bewitched by Demons." Mr. White gritted his teeth, as if he and Demons were inseparable.
Ian After hearing this, I felt that Demons was really hateful.
"That's my father."
Rachel calmly interrupted Mr. White's chatter.
"..."
White's expression froze instantly, as if the pause button had been pressed.
"But, then again, Demons shouldn't be all bad, right? For example, your father, I think he must really be helping me for my own good."
"Even if he is Demons, he is still a good Demons." It has to be said that Mr. White has no brain, but his mind still moves quickly. With only his soul left, he immediately began to change his attitude.
However.
"We have a mortal feud."
Rachel continues to maintain a calm and concise tone.
Hear the words.
Ian felt uncomfortable for Mr. White, but Mr. White himself definitely felt even more uncomfortable. I saw that his face twitched twice and he completely gave up on expression management.
"Kill me!"
The chemistry teacher even forgot that he was dead.
Ian promptly reminded him of this fact, and said that he had counted how many pieces he was blown into when he died, and believed that he would be able to contribute some information to later piece together a relatively complete body.
"..."
Mr. White realized what it means to be more uncomfortable than death.
"Forget it, let me see for myself, what is so special about you that deserves the attention of my Demons father." Rachel squatted down and stretched out his hand.
This girl seemed to have the ability to read minds, and her forehead lit up with strange runes at the same time. Just when her hand was about to touch the soul of Mr. White.
"Huh?"
Rachel found that his clothes were being pulled.
The strength is getting stronger and stronger.
She didn't look back.
"Are your hormones making you unable to control yourself?" The girl just said calmly to the boy behind her, who was perhaps two years younger than her.
Quite dry humor.
Ian is not used.
"Um...Rachel, right? You don't have to think about where your father is. Your father seems to have come to find you on his own?" Ian sounded from behind Rachel with an uncertain voice.
Rachel's pupils shrank sharply.
Turn around and look back.
He immediately looked in the direction of Ian's finger - on the ground, the symbol of Trigon was emitting an ominous red light, and some kind of creature was trying to break through the dimensional barrier.
"It's just his minions, he can't get out." Rachel made a judgment and breathed a sigh of relief, but still stood up and looked warily at the ground where some kind of material interaction was taking place.
The girl's eyes twinkled.
The gem on his forehead shines brighter and brighter.
Ian found that he couldn't erase the patterns on the ground. He walked around angrily and was a little amazed when he saw this scene. He only thought that the other person's eyes were really handsome with his bright eyes.
"No wonder so many people like Sharingan." Ian also wants to have his own pinkeye. Unfortunately, he can only launch poor imitations of these pinkeye lovers now.
"Me too."
Ian got his wish.
"Huh?"
Rachel looked at Ian's face.
Her expression became a little weird. She couldn't help it, but she couldn't stand it anymore. The girl was sure that Ian's eyeballs were just congested.
And just then.
"Boom~"
Violent noises appeared.
The floor shook.
A two-meter-tall Demons with curved horns actually slowly crawled out of a pool of chemical solution, as if the bottom of the chemical solution was connected to another world.
"Raven."
Demons's deep voice was full of malice. It moved its neck and made a heart-wrenching "click" sound, "Your great father asked me to ask you on his behalf..."
Some are pretty cool.
In fact, it can't be finished.
After Demons made an aggressive appearance, before Demons could finish his words, he saw a human boy running in front of him, jumping up and delivering an uppercut to his chin.
"Bang!"
Demons's head jerked back.
It was stunned for a moment.
Then there was endless anger.
"You should be afraid of me! Submit to me! Human, I am Demons!" Niujiao Demons had just reset his crooked chin, roared angrily, and then found Ian punching him again.
"Should I ride a horse or rap? Did I say that? Did I show off?" Ian picked up the half-melted fire extinguisher next to him, rounded it up and hit Demons in front of him on the face.
Physical damage really works.
Demons's face deformed and he stumbled and fell to the ground. Before it could react, it felt like someone was riding on top of it, trying desperately to stuff something into its mouth.
"Is this okay?"
Rachel, who was originally on tenterhooks, suddenly felt that her world view had collapsed. She just stared blankly at Ian riding on Demons's body and kept trying to stuff a pendant into Demons's mouth. Perhaps neither she nor Demons understood such behavior, but Ian knew what she was doing.
"Father! Save me! Save me! I want to become stronger!" Ian yelled for help while slamming Demons's temple. He had a tendency to explode in order to eat the delicious food that melted in his mouth.
Family Man?
No!
It's Food Man!