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"It's been found out, he's Ming..." Sanada Kinichi was about to say, when suddenly there was noise outside the house, his expression changed, he got up and turned around, opened the wooden sliding door, and yelled at his younger brother: "What are you talking about?" Noisy, don't you see that I'm talking to distinguished guests! Shut everything up..."

Before he could finish speaking, he opened his mouth and took a big gulp, almost choking his throat, and hurriedly closed his mouth.

A pitch-black wind blew from the first floor of the hotel in a wooden building, and the pitch-black tornado was like thick black smoke from a fire.

A huge silhouette of a face emerged from the black smoke, with its fangs bared like a tiger's mouth.

"Got you!"

That face stared at Sanada Kichiichi, with a hoarse roar, black smoke rushed up to the second floor.

As soon as Sanada Ji grabbed his younger brother to block the disaster, the two poles were bruised and blood splattered three feet on the spot.

He was also knocked and flew back to the box, crushing the table and spilling all the dishes on the floor.

"Blood debt, blood payment!" The black monster growled.

Sanada fiercely rolled and crawled, roaring in shock and anger: "What the hell is this!"

"There are still such things in today's era." Fujiwara Matsudaira was delighted when he saw Lie Xin: "Get out of the way, I will kill it!"

Chapter 48 I am a cat lover

Fujiwara Matsudaira suddenly drew his sword.

In the era of the knife hunting order, it was illegal to carry a real knife.

Usually, the old warriors would hide their knives in various long handles, such as umbrellas, such as walking sticks.

He just hid the knife in the umbrella, drew it out and slashed at the oncoming evil wind, the sharp light of the knife made a buzzing sound.

Fujiwara Matsudaira let out a strange cry like an ape.

The strong wind intertwined with evil spirit and resentment was actually cut and torn, and the huge and strange mouth was also cut open, revealing the residual phantom hidden in the black evil spirit.

Sachiko Yoshino stepped on the railing with both hands and feet, arched her waist, stared at the knife in Fujiwara Matsudaira's hand, and issued a low-pitched threat like a beast.

"Unexpectedly, in this era, such a thing exists!"

"Interesting, beheading you can be regarded as an addition to my future career as a swordsman!"

Fujiwara Matsudaira laughed and swung his knife towards him.

The seemingly ordinary knife made Yoshino Sachiko jump back vigilantly.

The opponent stepped forward three times in a row, and the sword light chased after him. The speed was not very fast, and there were even many flaws, but Ling Lie's murderous fighting spirit was amazing.

The railing snapped.

The monster jumped onto the wall, climbed up to the ceiling on the second floor, and smashed wooden stools, tables and chairs with its hands.

However, all these logs were cut off under the sharp blade.

The other jihadists were all dazzled, thinking that they were really not watching an action movie. There really are such terrifying swords and swords in reality.

Fujiwara Matsudaira slashed off the stool, but his sight never deviated from the monster. The moment it took off, the blade deflected.

Cassock cutting...

The light of the knife hit the monster, and with a scream, it fell from mid-air, landed on the stairs, and rolled down to the first floor in embarrassment.

A piece of clothing on her back was torn, but what was exposed was not the smooth back of a human being, but rather messy knotted hair.

There were blood-red marks on the stairs and the ground.

"Kill her!" Sanada Kichiichi yelled.

The jihadists on the side squeezed up, but soon the few people at close range were slapped in the face by the wind pressure, and they retreated while rolling and crawling. The injured monster crawled on the ground, and it was almost impossible to maintain its human shape, and it gradually manifested its original form. appearance.

It looked around angrily, and looked at the knife dripping with blood in Fujiwara Matsudaira's hand on the second floor with fear.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The voice changed from a woman's voice to a beast's roar.

The wound on its back was torn open suddenly, and the huge demon cat manifested from under the skin, transforming into a ferocious mountain tiger in the blink of an eye.

"I'm going to kill you, all of you!"

The demon cat rushed up to the second floor, wrapped in a fierce storm of demon power.

Fujiwara Matsuhei immediately swung the knife, feeling solid, and he confirmed that he had hit it.

But the demon cat didn't care about it, and directly ran away from him, and rushed into the box. It was about to bite, kill and tear the culprit, but the messy room was empty, and no one was there.

The window was open, and a drizzle drifted into the room.

The demon cat chased it out of the window and landed in the alley behind the house.

At the end of the alley, Yoshiichi Sanada, who jumped off the building and escaped, has already sat in the back seat of the car.

"You can't escape!" The demon cat screamed sharply, and cracks appeared on the glass of the window.

Sanada did not dare to look back, the car started and drove across the street.

It wanted to catch up, but there was a chilling sound of knives from behind.

"Don't forget me."

Standing behind it, Fujiwara Matsudaira grinned grinningly: "Slaying monsters is an anecdote for a samurai."

……

light rain...

It goes down the alleyway.

Walking limping in the dark and damp alleyway, the blood stains faded into the color of the water, and the hair was soaked.

There was not much physical strength left, and every step I took, I could feel the pain gradually spreading throughout my body.

At first the wound was burning and painful, but now even the pain has become indistinct, and the body has become very light.

However, it still hurts.

It hurts, it hurts...

Is it just the same as before, just sleep and wake up?

Uh, I'm so sleepy, I really want to sleep...

But, still can't sleep, can't sleep now...

It shook its head and continued to move forward, but it had just supported a few steps when its body suddenly tilted and fell into the muddy puddle.

cough cough...

what happened?

Why can't I move?

Get up, get up quickly...

It tried its best to move its front paws, but its weak body was simply not strong enough to support its forward movement.

can't move...

The ground is so cold, the rain is so cold, I hate water, I hate cold rain.

So cold, so cold.

I really miss the small stove at home, the warm courtyard, and the arms of Sachiko...

Why all of a sudden, these are gone?

Since when did Sachiko disappear?

Can't remember.

can't remember anything...

so cold……

Its breathing became very slow, and even the cough became very weak.

Perhaps it was a hallucination, it heard footsteps approaching, and immediately felt a whirlwind.

There is a slight warmth coming.

"Lucky..."

When dying, it reluctantly called out this name.

"Meow-"

To Bai Wei, it was an ordinary cat meowing. He couldn't understand what it was saying, but he could feel that it must have mistook itself for something to make such an attached cry.

The young man gently stroked the cat's head, ignoring the dirty water and blood on its body, and gently hugged it.

It hurt badly and there was not much time left.

"I'll take you home," he said.

After speaking, he looked to the other end of the alleyway.

"You also heard what I said, please make way."

In the drizzle, a young man in a kimono stood ten steps away holding a red umbrella.

One person and one umbrella filled the alley, blocking his way impartially.

The young swordsman grinned: "That can't be done, the one in your hand is my prey."

"Give me some face, why don't you have trouble with a cat."

"Hehe... how much is your face worth?"

Fujiwara Matsuheira touched his chin, a drop of rainwater fell from the edge of the umbrella, fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Holding a piece of paper in his hand, he carefully compared the portraits and looked at Bai Wei, just like a butcher staring at the pork on the chopping board.

"Besides, it's not just this cat, even you are my prey."

"Prey?" Bai Wei asked calmly, "What do you mean? I'm just a passing cat lover."

"It means that you can't live to see the sun tomorrow." He threw the paper away, the white paper was soaked in water, and the human figure was blurred.