I, who was killing God, became a knife crusher

The maid's long skirt fell due to gravity, revealing her plain white panties. However, what made Moyin speechless was that there were a lot of grenades, stun grenades and other throwing objects hanging under the maid's skirt.

The other party did not give him much time to appreciate the pure white and simple panties. The upside-down little maid quickly kicked Moyin's neck with her other leg.

He casually swung it to the side, and a gentle force acted on the little maid. The chestnut-haired maid then used the force to swiftly fall to the ground. Then she shook her arms, and two pump-action shotguns popped out from the cuffs of the maid uniform and aimed at Moyin.

"Don't move!"

The chestnut-haired maid scolded sternly.

"Ah, this feeling is really nostalgic. I can't remember how long it has been since someone dared to point a gun at my head. It's really a nostalgic feeling."

Pulling over a chair, he sat down and crossed his legs, Moyin said with a nostalgic look on his face.

Chapter 1621 Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

"You! Who the hell are you?! Answer me now! Or I'll shoot you!"

The chestnut-haired maid scolded vigilantly.

"The view under the skirt is nice, huh? Although not at all seductive, the legs are pretty nice."

Moyin, in a playful mood, teases the chestnut-haired maid.

Maybe because of the frequent training, her body was tanned into a healthy wheat color. The human figures in her family were all white and tender, and ultraviolet rays had no effect on them, so when Moyin suddenly saw this wheat-colored skin, she also found it quite pleasing to the eye.

"You! You pervert! I'm going to kick you to death!"

The chestnut-haired maid kicked Moyin's head again like a little lion that only wanted to bite people.

But Moyin simply raised his hand to block the attack. The little maid felt as if she had kicked a steel plate and her foot was in pain. Moyin didn't even shake his wrist. He was clearly holding it in the air. He actually used the strength of his arm to block her full-strength kick? !

"Interesting. If you really want to kill someone at this time, I suggest you shoot. You have an absolute advantage, but you still use your body to attack me. Isn't this a cute little fool?"

Moyin said happily.

"You are the fool! Your whole family is a fool! Do you really think I dare not kill you?!"

The little maid jumped up and down, she was so angry at Moyin that she was fuming.

"Of course you don't dare. You haven't actually killed anyone yourself, right? You don't even have the slightest bit of murderous aura. You can only rely on bluffing like this."

Moyin glanced at the little maid and said confidently.

As the God of Killing, he could naturally tell whether the other party had killed anyone or not.

"You!!! You bastard!???"

Even though the muzzle of the gun was already pointed at Moyin's temple, the fingertips of the chestnut-haired maid were still trembling slightly, and it was obvious that she was having a fierce struggle in her heart.

But after a few seconds, she sighed and helplessly put down the pump-action shotgun in her hand.

Of course, the reason she put down the gun was not only because she couldn't shoot, but more because... she felt that shooting was useless and would only make things worse, like an instinct.

"Forget it. Who are you anyway? I don't want to make the Master's mansion too bloody."

The chestnut-haired maid asked helplessly.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone's name?"

Moyin said confidently.

As for why Robert hasn't woken up yet, he has more or less realized the reason for the problem, which is that Robert has eaten too much soul energy of ghost messengers in the underworld, and the strength of his soul exceeds the current strength of his body, so it takes a certain amount of time to adapt to the reintegration.

"Okay, listen carefully. I'm Fabiola Iglesias, a handyman maid of the La Bresse family, one of the 13 families in South America! Okay! Now it's your turn!"

Fabiola introduced herself after a skirt-lifting salute, then looked at Moyin aggressively.

"Fabiola, what a lovely name, but I didn't promise you that I'll tell you what my name is after you tell me."

Moyin teased the little maid with a smile, and the little maid's forehead suddenly showed several blue veins. She gritted her teeth and looked like she wanted to beat Moyin up.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. My name is Moyin. As for my identity, your head maid will tell you later. Anyway, you won't believe me even if I tell you."

"You say it! I believe it!"

Seeing that Moyin had no intention of revealing his identity, Fabiola made an angry request.

We have to dig out more information, otherwise it’s meaningless to just know the name.

"I won't tell you unless..."

Moyin kept the secret.

"Unless something!"

Fabiola bit on Moyin's words tightly, like a little wolfdog.

"Unless you give me a kiss on the cheek."

Moyin tapped his cheek.

"Ahhh! I can't help it! I need to teach you a lesson! You! Idiot! Cesium maniac!"

Fabiola stomped her foot, and a sharp knife popped out from the heel of her cute thick-soled leather shoes. Then Fabiola kicked Moyin's right shoulder with her heel.

"You are such a stubborn little kitty. Let me pull out one of your teeth."

Moyin stretched out his hand like lightning and flicked the heel of Fabiola's shoe. Then the sharp blade of the knife that popped out of the heel shattered into metal fragments in the astonished expression of Fabiola.

What kind of devilish finger power is this?

Because the attack failed for an inexplicable reason, Fabiola was unable to make the next attack move. Then he felt a huge force on his legs, and then he was hugged by Moyin.

"It's nice to have a little tiger every now and then. Mm, you smell like rice ears. You're really healthy."

"You pervert! Stop sniffing me!!!!"

Hearing Moyin's teasing voice, Fabiola became furious and bit Moyin's arm hard.

"Pfft, this is also quite nostalgic. But I don't know how my blood tastes to ordinary people."

As soon as Moyin finished speaking, Fabiola felt dizzy and his body quickly heated up. He then pushed Moyin hard, and the recoil force caused him to jump several meters away. He knelt on one knee, holding his heart, and looked at Moyin with gritted teeth.

At this time, Moyin took the coffee pot beside him and poured himself a cup of coffee leisurely.

"You! You actually poisoned your own blood!!!"

Fabiola said with some pain, holding his heart.

"puff!!!"

Hearing Fabiola's words, Moyin spat out all the coffee he had just drunk.

"Do you want to listen to what you are saying? Who the hell would poison their own blood... um, well, it seems that someone in my family really poisoned their own blood..."

Thinking of the fact that her own Poison God Loli Oleander not only had poisonous blood, but also her body fluids, hair, and skin all contained various poisons, Moyin was suddenly speechless.

There is no way, because the fact really exists.

"Yeah, that's right. Who would poison their own blood? They would have poisoned themselves first... Then why is my heart beating so fast?"

Fabiola also reacted to Moyin's words and felt that what he had said before was indeed a bit stupid. An embarrassed blush suddenly appeared on his little face.

Fortunately, because of Oleander, Moyin did not continue to complain about her.

"Of course it's because you ate good food, very tonic food."

Moyin said with a smile.

"Pah, pah, pah, who wants your blood? It tastes so disgusting!"

Fabiola spat in disgust.

"You are wrong. There are many people in this world who want my blood."

Moyin shook his head and then took another sip of coffee.

"Tsk, isn't it just a few drops of blood? What's so rare about it?"

Fabiola looked at Moyin with contempt.

Then she saw Moyin casually picking up the previously broken metal fragments on the ground, and then her hand shook, and she suddenly felt a pain in her arm.

Chapter 1622: Maids also have principles!

"Hiss!!! You guys...really want to fight, right!!!?"

Fabiola, who had been teased by Moyin, finally came to her senses and pulled out the pump-action shotgun again, but this time the hand holding the trigger was no longer shaking, and it was obvious that she really wanted to kill.

"I suggest you don't rush to shoot, take a look at your wound first."

Moyin said jokingly.

"Wound?"

Fabiola lowered her gaze to her arm, and saw her smooth, flawless wheat-colored skin beneath the torn Gothic maid outfit and the window stained with a few drops of blood. The wound caused by the metal cut had healed.

"??? You, what did you do to me?! Is this magic or hallucinogenic poison?!"

Fabiola asked doubtfully.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you got the ability of super-speed self-healing just by biting me, and you're still not satisfied? Think about how many beatings and hardships I suffered before I modified my genes to the point where I can super-speed self-heal. I'm telling you, your head maid doesn't even have this treatment."

Moyin couldn't help but complain.

In the past, in order to obtain this super-fast regeneration ability, he had to consume tons of collapse fluid.

"You! You're lying! If your blood was really that powerful, then the research institute would have captured you and sliced ​​you up for research long ago!"

Fabiola tutted doubtfully.

"Do they have that ability? Little Pepper, you've been fighting with me for so long, did you get any advantage?"