My Origin is Your Wife

Erte Luqi's eyes flickered, and she asked Sakura not to go out at night.She hugged Sakura lightly.After saying goodbye, he got up and left.

Fufu licked Sakura's palm twice, wagging her tail and followed.

Sakura watched Erte Luqi's back disappear at the end of the street.

Sister Altruchi's skin is cool and delicate, soft and slippery.The black hair has no temperature after being baked in the sun, probably due to a physical problem.

It is the most comfortable to hold in the summer.

Sakura inexplicably thought of Yumizuka Itsuki.

That's right... It was exactly the same as when I was pushed against the wall by Mayzuka Yumizuka before, especially the pair of eyes, which were also scarlet and bright.

Sakura sat on the bench and shook her calf lightly.

So, what Yuzuka Mayzuki said must be a joke, vampires or something... Is it possible Elt Lucy sister is also a vampire?

It's just... I'm still a little bit worried about Mayzuka Yumizuka, her recent appearance is very strange.

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boom--

The bag bamboo knife slammed into the back fiercely, and the girl's seemingly weak body flew out and hit the puppet a few meters away.

"Cough cough cough..." Gongzuka Wuyue fell on the ground, coughing while clutching his chest.

"Too weak, obviously with such quick reflexes and strength, the skills are not as good as seven or eight-year-old children." Two ceremonies, dressed in white and black, walked slowly in front of Gongzuka Wuyue.

A pair of white feet appeared in the blurred vision, and Gongzuka Wuyue leaned on her body and looked up a little bit.

How can a child of seven or eight years old be so perverted, Gongzuka Wuyue couldn't help complaining.

The two rituals, which were originally very cold and didn't look good on him, after holding the knife, the whole person seemed to have changed their souls.

Sharp and quiet, like an unsheathed knife.

Staring at those dark black pupils, Gongzuka Wuyue couldn't help shivering.

My previous feeling was right, the two ceremonies were guys I could never afford to offend.

The dead disciple's powerful immortality was quickly repairing the wound, and holding the bamboo knife, Gongzuka Wuyue slowly got up from the ground.

The two ceremonies looked at her and frowned slightly.

This girl... seems to have a bit too much recovery ability.

She has killed so many dead disciples, and she has never seen a few guys who can match her recovery ability.

Her blood relative must be a 'ancestor', or a very powerful one.

"Come again..." Holding the bamboo knife in both hands, Gongzuka Wuyue stretched his legs, dressed roughly, and made a gesture of raising his hands.

"You are a dead disciple, I am not." Resisting the desire to chop her up, the two men prepared to take a break with the knife.

Compared with the loss of physical strength, the consumption of instinct is more intense.

After all... For her, it doesn't really make that much difference whether she is holding a Fukutake sword or Kuji Kanesada.

"Come again..." The voice trembled, the hand holding the knife dropped, Yumizuka Wuzuki lowered his head, his eyes glowed red under the chestnut hair.

I want to protect Sakura.

Become a powerful person and protect Sakura.

But she is not reconciled, she is a dead disciple, a vampire, being knocked into the air again and again by the two rituals with bamboo knives, and being ignored by that kind of cold language.

Yes... yes, ignore.

The two ceremonies simply looked down on themselves.

"Ah—?" The murderous posture of the two rituals suddenly changed, and they almost changed their personality.

It looks like he is isolated from the floating world, and his murderous intentions are restrained.But from Yumizuka Mayzuki's point of view, she seemed to be even more dangerous.

"Do you think it's useless for you to still have hole cards?" The corners of the mouths of the two rituals raised a tired and gentle smile.

Yumizuka Mayzuki didn't speak, but his appearance undoubtedly confirmed this point.

"Then come." Shaking the bamboo bag knife in his hand, the two smiled. "Just... don't blame me if you die."

She looked at Yumitsuka Wuyue, whose hands were dyed a little red, and continued to mend the knife.

"By the way, you want to protect Sakura, right?"

"too weak."

"Who do you think the seven or eight-year-old child I'm talking about?"

"Now you are too weak."

The two rituals raised their bamboo swords towards Gongzuka Wuyue.

On the other side, Sakura, who was carrying a big bag and a small bag, suddenly stopped in her tracks. She looked at the shop window by the side of the road.

Through the light and shadow of the glass, she saw it.

Among the pedestrians who came and went, some people looked up at themselves.