Start a Dome

"It cost tens of thousands of dollars to coax the exercises that ordinary people dream of. Zhou Xiaoxiao really looks like a not-so-intelligent Yazi."

The Xuanyuan Sword in the palm of his hand was scattered, and he glanced at the time. It was still very early, and it was only after nine o'clock in the evening, but Xia Mo did not wake up the sleeping Kasuga Yeqiong.

Using the mobile phone to send the two chapters that had been written before, Xia Mo just hugged the girl like this, leaning on the bed, meditating quietly.

The pain of having his arms cut off still lingers for a long time.

It's already the second day since I came to Japan. In just two days, so many things happened.

The spirit prison team, spirit hunters, Genji, sacrifices, Yamata no Orochi, these are like a big mountain, pressing down on Xia Mo's heart.

In three months, they gave him three months to become stronger.

Fortunately, the death energy can continue to grow and devour. In these three months, he only needs to continue to devour evil spirits and monsters.

But is this all right?

The fight with the little girl made Xia Mo fully understand his shortcomings.

She was right, swordsmanship, saber technique, slashing, hacking, I don't know any of them, every time I swing the knife purely with brute force.

Being able to kill Zhao Zhukong together with the duplicated self was also due to his extraordinary reflexes.

He needs power, something strong enough to defeat Spirit Hunter and Genji.

The pupils were a little red, but Xia Mo himself didn't notice.

Kasugano Dome in her arms seemed to be having some kind of nightmare, the girl frowned slightly.

Reaching out, Xia Mo gently rubbed the girl's head.

"Qiong, I won't let you be used as a sacrifice."

......

The cold raindrops seemed to avoid Xia Mo on purpose, wearing a black windbreaker, Xia Mo walked in the rain.

It was more than an hour before the girl invited him, Xia Mo decided to go to the school gate and wait for the rabbit.

This idiom should be used like this, right?

Walking quickly into the platform, the black death energy covering his whole body dissipated, and Xia Mo waited silently for the bus.

Then, he looked back at the white man who appeared beside him at some point.

Still completely white, the two are simply opposites.

"What's the relationship between you and Qiong?"

With his hands in the pockets of his robe, the man did not answer Xia Mo.

"Are you a spirit hunter too?"

The dark death energy condensed into a long sword, and the blade pointed at the man, Xia Mo said expressionlessly.

"Qiong," the white man suddenly laughed. "It will be my future wife."

puff!

The sword flashed across the man's body, and the man's body shattered and turned into a large number of white petals.

Xia Mo immediately stretched out his left hand, and a jet of black death gushed out, turning into huge waves and swallowing the petals.

However, these pure white petals pierced through the dead air and dissipated in front of him.

Clenching the hilt of the sword tightly, Xia Mo remained expressionless from the beginning to the end.

"To be your wife?"

The crimson evil ghost mask was looming, even Xia Mo himself didn't notice it. At this moment, his face was extremely ferocious: "Absolutely impossible!"

......

Soon, Xia Mo was waiting for the bus.

After swiping the card, Xia Mo walked straight towards the rear of the bus.

He took the last seat in the back row.

After a minute or two, the bus slowly closed its doors and drove forward smoothly.

The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier. Before he knew it, Xia Mo saw the figure of the white man in the rainstorm.

The white man was bathed in the torrential rain like this, watching him go away.

Soon, the bus stopped.

A cute little girl in wet pajamas came up.

She looked around the entire bus and found that there was only one person sitting in the last row, so she followed suit.

Looking at the little girl sitting next to her, whose pajamas were dripping constantly, Xia Mo frowned: "It's so late, where are you going?"

The little girl looked at Xia Mo timidly, and said in a sticky voice, "Go and find Mom."

"Looking for mom?"

Xia Mo was stunned, took off his windbreaker, and covered the drenched little girl with it.

Chapter 120 - The Death Bus

Even with the windbreaker covering her body, the little girl's pajamas were still dripping with water.

Stretching out her hand, gently tugging at the black windbreaker she was wearing, the little girl handed the little folded-eared bear she was carefully holding in her arms to Xia Mo.

"Want to give it to me?"

"Ok!"

The little girl nodded.

"Then, thank you."

Without rejecting the little girl's kindness, Xia Mo took over the little girl's little folding-eared bear.

The bus drives slowly, and there is a small button next to each seat. Japanese buses do not stop at every stop, and tourists have to press the button at whichever stop they get off.

However, the bus that Xia Mo was on would open the door and wait for 3 minutes at every stop, regardless of whether there was anyone there or not.

The rain outside became more intense, and everything was shrouded in the torrential rain.

Sitting next to Xia Mo like this, the little girl looked out the window without saying a word.

Not long after, the bus stopped again.

This stop seemed to be a hospital in Japan. A pale man in a white coat came up.

He looked around, glanced at the little girl and Xia Mo unobtrusively, and sat in front of them.

Tick, tick.

It seems to be due to the rain, the man's white coat is like the little girl's pajamas, dripping with rain.

Sitting in the front seat, the man turned his head, bit his thumb with his teeth, and smiled at Xia Mo and the little girl.The red eyes seemed to be dripping with blood.

Xia Mo subconsciously wanted to condense his death energy, but what surprised him was that the man in the white coat in front of him was actually human?

Soon, the bus stopped again. This time, the person who got on the bus was a girl who was about the same age as the little girl, wearing a little red dress that looked like blood-stained, and carrying a doll, Little Lolita, on her back.

Humming a weird nursery rhyme, she jumped onto the bus.

I don't know if it was Xia Mo's illusion, but when he saw the doll behind Little Lolita, he actually blinked at him.

This is also a living human being.

As the two got on the bus, the atmosphere on the bus suddenly became extremely weird.

Boom!

A muffled thunder exploded, and the little girl beside Xia Mo shook her body, tightly tugging on the windbreaker Xia Mo gave her.

From beginning to end, her face was full of peace.

The torrential rain was getting bigger and bigger, and even gave people the illusion that it was enough to swallow everything.

Stuffing the folded-eared bear into his pocket, Xia Mo played with the pitch-black dagger.

He was thinking not to get out of the car at all, and wiped out all the evil spirits and humans in this car.

But when I think about the previous agreement between the girl and him, if I go to the appointment by myself, I will find my own home...

Xia Mo crushed the death dagger in his hand.

In the long run, he decided to spare the bus for the time being.

The bus stopped again, and this time it was a burly man in a coat and a hockey mask.

The strong man was carrying a worn-out big bag, and the blade of the huge machete pierced through the bag, revealing it.

All the passengers in the car, including the little girl, didn't respond. Even the little loli who was carrying the doll boldly reached out to touch the hockey mask on the strong man's face.

He glared at little loli, but little loli looked at him with a smile.

Shaking his head, the burly man in the hockey mask sat on the right side of little loli.

Xia Mo stood up, the next stop was the school, and he was going to get off there.

"Want to get out of the car with me?"

"I'll accompany you to find your mother after I finish my school work."

Stretching out his hand, Xia Mo extended an invitation to the little girl, but the little girl shook her head slightly.

"Then, one should be more careful."

Gently rubbing the little girl's head, Xia Mo wanted to walk towards the car door.

However, when he passed by the man in the white coat, the man's eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, and his white coat was also completely dyed red, with countless blood threads spreading out.

When he passed the little loli who was carrying the doll, the doll behind the little loli let out a cry of wow, and the cry became louder and louder, and it was extremely ear-piercing.

And the strong man wearing a hockey mask had already lifted the machete in the bag, and blood was dripping from the rusty back of the knife.