If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Ye Jian pursed her thin lips, resisting the urge to turn back, spread her middle finger and thumb to support her own fox mask, and the Bianhua painted on it looked like frozen blood in the dark corridor.

And before Ye Jian's slender white fingers left the mask, Walter beside him turned around slowly but firmly, and took off his mask with his child-like thumb and index finger, as if he had opened a door to hell on his face. The pitch-black mask reveals that delicate little face that matches his height.

The gray-blue eyes were focused on the female guard, and she announced in a military-like voice: "Your brother's sacrifice is not meaningless."

"Really, really?" Since the fact of death is irrefutable, at least, don't be as light as a feather.

"Of course it's true."

Ye Jian watched this scene quietly, without saying a word.

Sacrifice is meaningful or something, of course it is fake.

Sometimes, however, some lies are needed.

He suddenly felt that he admired the serious short girl in front of him, and even wanted to reach out and touch her little head.

But there are others, so hold back.

And Walter, waited for the female guard's eyes to sparkle for a while before speaking again: "Now that the answer has been determined, please go back first, there will be no danger on the way back. We still have some things to deal with .”

The female guard nodded slowly like a stiff old man, but she turned around and left without saying a word.

Watching her turn the corner of the stairs for a while, hearing the echo of footsteps gradually receding, her green eyes and gray-blue pupils looked at each other.

He stroked Walter's silky hair with his greasy palm.

"...What are you doing?" He leaned close to his ear and asked Ye Jian in a low voice.

"I thought you were great just now." He answered like biting his ear.

The heroic girl with ponytail grinned boyishly.She sniffed Ye Jian's elegant breath escaping into the air from her snow-white neck, and said with certainty, "I've always been great."

The cute little appearance made Yejian pat his sister-in-law's head again.

Then he said: "Next, it's time to reveal the truth."

Gou Ming finally won the update

To live or to renew, these two thoughts have clashed in my mind nearly ten times today.

When I got home, I thought the update had won, because I planned to update, but in the end, the illness that hasn’t recovered after half a month and the current situation of going to bed at one o’clock in the morning yesterday—in fact, it was more than one o’clock, because I was about to fall asleep At that time, the wood on the bedside table made a crackling sound, which woke me up-it made my mind freeze when I sat in front of the computer, and it was the bulging feeling that my mind was stuffed with something.

So Gou's life turned around.

Alas, when I first started writing this novel, it was raining and raining, but now my body is really broken.

Sorry guys.

467 The Madman Who Delusionally Stands at the Right of God ([-])

The footsteps echoed layer upon layer in the empty corridor.Two distinct footsteps can be easily distinguished.

One of them is a bit heavy, not the kind of old man's staggering heavy, but full of strength, every step firmly suppresses the heartbeat of the listening forehead.

The other is the complete opposite of lightness, as if walking on tiptoes, with a sense of elegance like a cat, just like the weight of the owner of the footsteps on the feet is so light that it is like an empty shell, and the air almost supports him When I got up, it was probably the feeling of ordinary people walking in the swimming pool.

"...Walter, we're not here to fight, there's no need to accumulate momentum like this."

As if in order not to disturb the silent air, Ye Jian's voice was soft and thin.

"Uh... oh, oh."

Walter, who was holding his mobile phone and swiping around with the flashlight function, realized that he generally responded twice.Her footsteps were purely subconscious.

After all, what we have to face is the [Big Grief] who was at least hostile before.

She didn't put on the mask she just took off, and the pale light in her hand swept left and right like a searchlight, reflecting the messy scenes in the rooms on both sides.

"Is that the cultivation tank?"

Ye Jian looked at the cylindrical facilities in the room that had been broken and the liquid was dripping all over the room.There are better ones in each room, in different sizes.

"It looks like that. Those beast-like one-eyed ghouls should have come out from here."

Walter nodded his head.

"Quite interesting." Ye Jian's mouth corners were full of interest, a little seductive: "Is this the way she said to become a god?"

"Just ask in a while and you'll know."

It came to an end in a few words, and what appeared in the disgustingly white light was a metal partition that would not be considered a wall at first glance.

Taken as a whole, the dark concavity resembles a windswept sail, and its distorted and irregular surface suggests that it was hammered out by some kind of continuous brute force.

"Very tough," Walter squinted his gray-blue eyes, "I guess the strength is also very high."

"Yeah." Ye Jian straightened her slender index finger and flicked the originally flat wall.

The lustrous nails collided with the twisted metal wall and only made a slight sound. However, relying on this slight vibration, the general properties of the wall were "heard" by Ye Jian through the transmission of the body.

"It's also very thick, and it's a cube, with several sides of this strength."

Between the plain words, there was a green glow different from the flashlight blooming from Ye Jian's pretty fingertips, he swung his arms from his slender shoulders and drew a big circle, put his hands back in his pockets and kicked them out, like a large weight A whole piece of metal wall crashed down.

He stepped in without looking at the pocket of his sweatpants.

"See teacher at night."