Under the capture of the huge demon claws, Jack Iron Hand floated in the air, and he struggled desperately with his hands and feet.

But after the demonization, Dorn could not see any human emotions on his face, and he just strangled the fragile throat of Iron Hand Jack and continued to increase the power on his claws.

The blood volume of more than 2,000 points dropped rapidly and it was cleared in a short while.

And Jack, the iron hand in his hand, no longer moved.

The hot high temperature of the demon's hand claws had burned a circle of skin on his neck, emitting a burnt smell.

Donne let go and threw the dead iron-hand Jack on the floor at will.

Then, he set his eyes on Soba, who was huddled in a corner of the room.

The minion leader was frightened and curled up in the corner of the room and shivered. Under his crotch, a stinky liquid flowed out.

I was frightened and incontinent directly because this minion leader was too brave.

Who has seen a real demon in normal people?

Moreover, even his powerful boss Jack was easily crushed to death by the other party like a bug.

"I just heard that you want my head, too, right?" Dorn's devilish face outlined a smile, "Do you still remember what we said in the evening?"

"Don't come over, spare me, spare me. Please, please..." Soba begged with a crying voice.

"But you didn't abide by our agreement. I think you must have heard of it. Those who violate the agreement with the devil will end up in a very miserable way." Dorn, who was three meters tall, walked towards the leader of the minion.

The bat wings on his back flapped, raising a fishy wind, which was accompanied by the strong burning scent of sulfur in the air.

This is the last smell that Soba could smell when she was alive.

This is the smell of death.

...

After dealing with Iron Hand Jack and Soba, Dorn's goal tonight will be completely achieved.

The local snake in Tiansang Town, Jack, and his minions, will no longer cause trouble for him.

Dead people are never going to cause trouble.

And he also rescued the poor girls in the dungeon and did a good thing.

A great finish.

As for Vivian and Ling, they did not follow Dorn to the third floor at this moment.

After entering the dungeon, Ling was busy rescuing the girls in the iron cage, and was now fleeing here with the poor girls.

Although the guards outside were basically dealt with by Dorn and Vivian.

But just in case, female thieves are experts in escaping, but their head-on combat ability is really worrying, and they are also bringing a lot of ordinary people.

So, Dorn asked the fairy lady to leave with them.

After eliminating the [Demonization] state, Dorn changed back to his original appearance.

However, all the clothes on his body were torn and burned by the dark red flames on his body when he transformed.

So, now it's naked.

"[Demonization] This skill is easy to use, but it is easy to use. It is necessary to blow up the clothes when it is turned on... Fortunately, Vivian didn't let him follow me, so I'm not ready to be honest with her."

Dorn looked down at his body, and after transforming, he picked up the [Ruyi] that fell to the ground.

I feel that I need a pair of pants that look like the ones that the Hulk wears. No matter how they transform, they can't hold on. They can just cover their private parts.

I don't know where to buy...

Dorn, alone, explored the third floor casually and found Jack's bedroom with iron hand.

In the bedroom, he chose a slightly wide-sized dress, but barely fit, and even took a hat away.

As for underwear, I can only stop wearing it...

Let’s talk about it when I return to the [Sweet Slime] tavern.

After all, he and Jack Iron Hand were not as good as wearing a pair of underwear.

After dressing neatly, Dorn walked downstairs.

And he took out [Ruyi] and turned into Gregru's [Flame Weaver] appearance.

Under the transmission of magic power, this two-handed sword filled with magic runes rose up with a raging fire.

...

It's midnight.

Joseph lay on the bed, pillowing a slightly damp pillow, making it difficult to fall asleep.

The bright moonlight outside poured into the windows of the room and broke into silver all over the ground.

Joseph is a bard and a down-and-out musician.

When he was young, Joseph had a dream, which was to hold a concert of his own in the music capital of Golden Oak.

So, at the age of twenty, he went to Golden Oak City and began to pursue his musical dream.

But it didn't go as expected.

Even though Joseph's musical talent and talent are very good, Golden Oak City has never lacked artistic geniuses, or even extremely hardworking geniuses.

In this big city with shining genius, he seems too mediocre without connections and financial resources.

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and Joseph came to thirty years old, and his original dream was still not realized.

He was poor and accomplished nothing.

Reality has worn away Joseph's sharpness and edges. In ten years, all the musical scores he and he created have been unknown.

The disheartened Joseph left the Golden Oak City and came to the surrounding big town of Tiansang.

The daily expenses required in the town are much less than those in big cities. It will be relatively easier to live here by no means pursuing the illusory musical dream.

Snoring began to sound in the room.

However, Joseph had long been used to this. He lay on the bed, looked at the bright moonlight that was scattering into the room, and looked at the old poetic zither beside the bed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The room he rented was on the outskirts of Tiansang Town.

And the room is shared by four people, so the rent is very cheap.

Four beds are placed in the large room, and then some personal items are placed randomly beside the bed, which becomes a place to live.

Joseph's three roommates, like him, are artists who have returned here from Golden Oak City.

One of them is a musician, a painter, and a young writer who writes no one cares about the stage opera scripts all day long.

All four are the same, the same poor and the same hopeless pursuit of dreams.

In Tiansang Town, there are many down-and-out artists like them.

Joseph lay down and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. To be honest, whenever the night was late, he always felt a little... unwilling to accept it.

He felt that the twenty-year-old boy in his heart had not completely died.

Joseph still wanted to go to Golden Oak City.

I want to write a music that is loved and sung by people.

I want to play my own music at a packed concert.

I want to hear everyone applaud him and praise him as a good musician.

However, I can only think about these things.

Joseph turned around, closed his eyes, and tried hard to drive out the complicated thoughts in his mind.

I don’t know how long it took, but the originally quiet night was disturbed by a loud noise.

There were messy voices shouting loudly outside—

"Fire! It's fire! It's fire!"

Joseph got up from the bed and looked out at the window.
Chapter completed!