My Origin is Your Wife

boom--

There was a sound like a cannonball exploding, followed by a sweet fragrance brushing over the cheeks.

Yuko Onodera subconsciously turned her head to the door, Sakura's figure had disappeared there, leaving only a big hole on the ground.

really...

Make a movie?

Could it be that classmate Qian Shang is still a big star?In Onodera Yuko's heart, such thoughts subconsciously welled up.

After all, such a luminous sword, kicking open the anti-theft door and so on, is not something that the delicate and soft classmate Qiangami can do in my impression.

The girl's head turned like a machine, but the scene she saw completely overturned her cognition.

At some point, a dog was already standing at the door of his bedroom.

Perhaps...it is more accurate to use one end to describe it.

Surprisingly large.

It stood there on all fours, its height was already about the same height as itself, standing there, looking down fiercely at the girl who rushed towards it.

Strong limbs with strong muscles and muscle mass should be highlighted.

The whole body of the magic dog is black, except for the blood-red eyes, even the teeth and the saliva falling from between the fangs are disgusting black.

The black magic dog roared and bit Sakura, its big mouth could almost swallow Sakura's head in one gulp.

"Be careful..." Yuko Onodera was unwilling to look at it.

After all, Sakura's small arms and legs don't seem to be enough for that ferocious beast to chew.

The magic power was flowing in the body, the roaring magic power poured out like money, and Sakura's vision was dyed a hazy black red.

Except when using "No Self Consciousness·Mind Empty Wonderful Being", my thoughts have never been so clear.

At such a speed of venting the magic power, it only takes half a minute for the magic power to be drained.Sakura judged, and then chopped off the black key in her hand vertically.

But... the time to kill it is only one moment.

"Tiger's Flute—"

Sakura's body fell in front of the magic dog like a fluttering butterfly, with her toes pointing to the ground, and the released magic power rippled around her feet visible to the naked eye.

The light of the vertically slashing sword turned into a crescent moon, and the magic dog, which was biting towards Sakura, hit the edge of the knife by itself.

Just for a moment.

The magic dog was split vertically, cut in half, and melted into black turbidity and fell to the ground.

Compared with physical destructive power, the black key is more focused on interfering with the spirit.

It's just right to deal with this kind of monster.

"Be careful..." Yuko Onodera's voice fell in the room until Sakura cut the magic dog in two.

Sakura didn't relax her vigilance, but quickly turned and rushed towards Yuko Onodera.

The slender and beautiful figure of a girl is indeed a very attractive prey.

There was quite a soft touch on the hand, Sakura didn't care too much, and pushed her towards the door.

rustling-

With an extremely small sound, the black turbidity falling on the ground suddenly rioted, turning into a swarm of snakes and rushing towards Sakura.

The magic power bursting from Sakura's body stirred up a frenzied whirlwind in the narrow space, and the black key blade in his hand, as dark as dried blood, swallowed a deep red blood light.

Sakura turned the black key in her hand to her backhand, her petite body slowly bent down, and her left hand rested on the ground.

"Scene—"

"--Seven nights."

The black-red sword light was pulled out, and the dark magic power wrapped around the sword light was like a bulldozer, twisting everything in front of it.

···

Just when Sakura rushed to room "404" like thunder, the maid suddenly noticed something in her eyes.

She leaned on the railing and looked downstairs.

Little by little blue starlight lit up in the indigo pupils, and the veil of the dark night was lifted layer by layer in front of her.

It's just downstairs of the student apartment, where the black car of Asakami's house is parked.

The black shadow is particularly distinct.

Standing there alone was clearly a figure.

——The shadow of the black man.

The crow that was cut off by the little lady seemed to come back to life, turning into a turbid stream and blending into the outline of the man.

In the dark silhouette, the man slowly raised his head.

What was exposed in the black was a pair of purely rational eyes without any emotion.