Devil Pokémon

"Well, I see there is no garlic in your kitchen. I'll go to the supermarket to buy some." Ding Cheng said nonsense.

"Oh?" Zhang Juan smiled maliciously and took a step forward. Ding Cheng quickly took a step back.

"~So you have such strong taste~" Zhang Juan took the opportunity to touch Ding Cheng's chest.

"??This is not a car bound for kindergarten."

Zhang Juan smiled sweetly: "This is the car bound for the door of your heart." She squeezed forward with her body and closed the door smoothly.

"Come in~ don't be shy." Zhang Juan took Ding Cheng's hand and walked in circles towards the kitchen.

Ding's spinning top was instantly pulled away by Zhang Juan, but he had no time to react.

Marveling at Zhang Juan's sophistication and proficiency, Ding Cheng subconsciously wanted to take some precautions, so he quietly reached into his backpack and took out the small electric shock stick inside.

If things develop in an unforeseen direction, he can also take a preemptive strike.

"What are you doing?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Juan saw through Ding Cheng's actions easily. She pretended to casually walk around behind Ding Cheng, pulled with both hands, and took off Ding Cheng's backpack.

"Sister, please hang up this bag for you first." Zhang Juan smiled ambiguously at Ding Cheng and walked towards her bedroom with the bag in hand.

Ding Cheng was stunned, this man was a master.

While talking and laughing, his equipment had been removed.

"Don't run away." Zhang Juan pursed her lips and turned around to remind Ding Cheng: "The door is locked."

Ding Cheng suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He took out Zhang Juan's cell phone from his trouser pocket, but Zhang Juan's boyfriend didn't give him any reply.

Zhang Juan came back soon and pulled Ding Cheng into the kitchen.

Wash dishes, choose vegetables, chop stuffing, and make dumplings.

The kitchen knife chopping on the chopping board with a "dang-dang" sound, and Ding Cheng's heart trembled with it.

This woman exuded an invisible power, and he was controlled.

There is no doubt that Zhang Juan definitely does not have this ability!

But with this old hen-like demeanor and speech, who else could it be besides Zhang Juan?

contradiction!

"My dear, don't be distracted when making dumplings." Zhang Juan turned around and glanced at Ding Cheng.

Ding Cheng calmed down. He was a head taller than Zhang Juan. From this angle, he could look down at Zhang Juan's neck, and then his eyes followed inward... Vacuum?

This is definitely Zhang Juan herself.

"I hate it~" Zhang Juan glanced at Ding Cheng with a hidden smile, pretended to hold it next to the chopping board for a while, then lifted up the curtain and walked towards the stove.

Add water, turn on the heat, heat up the pot, and add the dumplings.

The water was bubbling in the pot. Zhang Juan leaned on the pot stand with her arms crossed and looked at the pot, looking very virtuous.

Ding Cheng relaxed his vigilance slightly, maybe it was just because he was paranoid. After all, he experienced such a weird thing yesterday, and his nerves were not adjusted back to normal for a while.

Thinking about it this way, I felt a little sorry for Zhang Juan. She just wanted to treat him to a dumpling meal, but was his attitude towards her too harsh?

Lowering his head, the two people's eyes met inadvertently.

Zhang Juan smiled shyly, took out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket, and handed it to Ding Cheng.

"My dear, I'll give you your phone back, so can you also give me back my phone?"

?!

Ding Cheng's eyes widened, and Zhang Juan's eyes, which were calm a second ago, now became extremely strange.

"I've been pretending to be okay for so long, it's pretty cool. You are an actor." Zhang Juan said in a mocking tone.

"You..." Ding Cheng was horrified and hurriedly looked for something to defend himself, only to find that the kitchen knife he had used to chop the stuffing had disappeared at some point, so he had to lift the lid of the pot.

Zhang Juan raised her phone, and the time on her phone had just passed 3 p.m.

?

‘Whoops!’ The next second, Zhang Juan’s face fell off in front of Ding Cheng, her eyes became bigger, and her hairstyle turned into a princess cut.

???

"?Fu Jiang?"

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, I'll wait for you." Fu Jiang blinked at Ding Cheng, his expression still evil.

Ding Cheng took a step back and stared at her cautiously. She didn't wear that black suit today, but who knew if she could conjure a pair of handcuffs from somewhere?

"I'm here to go on a date with you today." As if predicting what Ding Cheng was thinking, Fu Jiang opened his hands frankly.

"The pot is about to boil. Go and get two plates from the cupboard so that we can eat." Fujiang said.

"? What to eat? Dumplings?" Ding Cheng stared at Fu Jiang warily: "You don't only eat high-end foods like foie gras and caviar, how come you are interested in eating dumplings?"

"There is a limit to showing off, Chengjiang. There are not so many high-end foods to eat in life every day." Tomi Jiang sighed: "And I will break through Sequence Seven in one month, so I need to keep my body holy.

Don’t touch too many smelly things.”

"What is sequence seven?" Ding Cheng couldn't understand what she said, but he still went to get the plate.

"Sequence seven is to be promoted from makeup artist to rose girl." Tomie said the strange phrases matter-of-factly, with a tone as normal as asking you what you had for breakfast today.

Ding Cheng's hand holding the plate stopped in mid-air: "Rose Girl, is this a chuunibyou?"

Ding Cheng was surprised. He knew that Fu Jiang was a psychopathic girl, but he didn't know that she had other preferences in this area?

Fu Jiang's expression was even more surprised: "You don't know?"

Ding Cheng smiled: "How do I know the assumptions in your mind?"

"Then how did you become a trainer?"

A black line appeared on Ding Cheng's head: "What does this have to do with the trainer?"

Tomi Jiang said: "How do you train evil spirits if you don't even know the sequence?"

?This time it was Ding Cheng's turn to be stunned.

Tomie hugged his shoulders and smiled: "It seems you really don't know. Do you know that trainers train evil spirits to find ways to upgrade them?"

Ding Cheng nodded.

"Then do you know what the evil spirit looks like after it's upgraded?"

Ding Cheng shook his head.

"Each evil spirit has an innate sequence type, which determines the evil spirit's evolved form. From T9 to T0, evil spirits of different sequences have different skills and upper limits, which are all recorded on the sequence table...

"

Ding Cheng interrupted her: "I am familiar with this setting! Ning also has 22 sequences?"

Fu Jiang shook his head: "This is not that much, but I happen to know the sequence of the people around you."

"What's the meaning?"

"I know that the two idiots you are training now are mentally retarded, including your sequence."

The idiot refers to Ellie, and the retard refers to Jia Zi. Ding Cheng nodded without refuting.

Then he pointed at himself in shock: "I also have a sequence??"

"Of course." Seeing that Ding Cheng was interested, Fu Jiang smiled broadly: "You can tell by your skills."

"What sequence?"

Fujiang stopped talking and smiled mysteriously: "The pot is boiling, let's eat the dumplings first."

(?????????)

Ding Cheng knew that Fu Jiang was tempting him, but he didn't ask further.

Because with a character like Tomie's who loves to show off, he would definitely be unable to hold back and take the initiative to speak first.

Ding Cheng calmly lifted the lid of the pot, put it on the plate, picked up chopsticks, and set the table.

Seeing that Ding Cheng no longer cheered, Fu Jiang leaned over with some unfinished thoughts: "Why don't you continue to ask me?"

"If you don't tell me, I won't ask." Ding Cheng calmly picked up a dumpling.

Tomie:???

"Okay, you're choking me to death. I'll just tell you the truth!"

"The slut you picked up at the beginning happened to be of the same sequence as me. The characteristic of our sequence is that we can imitate others."

"Imitate others?"

"Well, you can pretend to be someone else."

"Don't interrupt, let me finish it all at once," Fujiang said, frothing: "It's just that the level of the slut is much lower than mine. She is still a 'pretender' in T9, and I am about to graduate from a 'makeup artist' in T7.

'The 'Rose Girl' that breaks through to T6."

Tomie deliberately emphasized ‘T6’ and raised his head proudly.

Ding Chengran, Ai Li and Fu Jiang all once disguised themselves as Zhang Juan, but Ai Li could only imitate the voice, but Fu Jiang could imitate the whole person.

"Can anyone imitate it?"

"That's not possible. You have to be someone who has been in contact with it. And you have to know it well enough to pretend to be like it."

Ding Cheng nodded, which meant that both Ai Li and Fu Jiang had had 'close' contact with Zhang Juan.

"Who killed Zhang Juan?"