Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

The unicorn monster had despair mixed with fear.

There is no fighting back!

After the black mist dissipated, the expressionless Furutegawa Kamimi stood beside it with a sword in his hand, looking down at it coldly.

The sword rises, the sword falls.

The one-horned head was cut off, and the scarlet light in the pupils instantly went out.

Kotekawa Kamimi withdrew his gaze, glanced at a group of ghosts in the corner who dared not show their atmosphere, held a blood-dripping sword, and after breaking the lines drawn on the ground into pieces, he turned and left.

After a long time.

The group of ghosts slowly floated in front of the corpse and formed a few circles quietly.

When a large piece of blue fluorescent light floated out from the severed head, they stretched out their hands, like dividing a cake, each grabbed a piece and stuffed it into their mouths.

……

On the campus, Furutegawa Shinmi sat behind the teaching building, squinting to watch the ghosts turn into white streamers and fly into the old school building. By the way, he told Shirakawa Kurumi about the situation here.

Nothing happened there.

So there is no rush to go back.

He sniffed his nose lightly, and asked a doubt: "Why did they come to me?"

"Isn't it because you have touched someone else's fat times? You pervert!" Bai Chuan Hutao snorted on the other side of the phone.

"Nonsense! I never met that time!" Kotekawa retorted.

The phone was quiet for a while, and then said: "Actually, I met you. Because I met you, it remembered you, so it was able to find you... If you don't believe me, you can ask it."

"Ask about it?" Kamito Furudegawa looked at the small fragment in his hand and said softly, "If we can see it again..."

He hung up the phone and was about to go back.

As for the damaged gate and iron fence, the school will find someone to repair it tomorrow.

Holding the sword behind his back, he walked leisurely.

When passing by the old school building, many small heads poked out of the windows and looked at him quietly.

Kamito Kamito glanced up and was suddenly taken aback.

These ghosts are no longer the white-eyed, blood-stained, bruised-veined horrors they saw before, but they all have distinct facial features. It was a little scary, but it was much better than before.

He stopped, hesitated, and waved his hand.

They floated silently above his head, holding them in front of him with both hands, and gently sprinkled towards the sky.

Under the bright moonlight.

Countless fluorescent lights fell slowly like feathers.

Furutegawa Shinmi looked up, dazed.

White, light blue, red panda, kitten, blue and white stripes, orange stripes...all around him, some of them even passed through his palm, each of which was small in size.

what is this?Special thanks?

Kotegawa was speechless, and muttered, "Really, I obviously like the fabric on it better..."

As the cool wind blew, the phantom fat times that fell on the ground flickered and disappeared one by one.

He took another step, without looking back, and waved his hand to the sky: "Go back, goodbye... If you need anything, you can find me."

Chapter 150 Eight Demons Tokyo ([-])

Kamito Kamito went back to the women's apartment, and the brightly lit apartment building also slowly cooled down and extinguished, returning to its original appearance.

After returning to the lounge, he put the sword away and sat down on the sofa.

The faint bloody smell lingering on the sword made the little priest turn his head and look again and again.

Bai Chuan Hutao brought a can of herbal tea and handed it to him: "Thanks for your hard work."

He reached out to take it and took a sip: "Ms. Fujiwara already knows?"

Bai Chuan Hutao nodded lightly: "Well, he said that the old school building is indeed the school's negligence, and he will communicate with the Yinyang Liao soon... The special department should not be expected. Mr. Fujiwara said that not only our school, At least nine locations were attacked simultaneously tonight."

Furutegawa Kammi nodded silently.

It seems that the disaster should come to Tokyo.

But there was no news from Ishikawa Yasuhiro's side, probably hiding and preparing to make trouble.

He checked the time, leaned against the sofa, and closed his eyes.

The Bai Chuan siblings, who had no intention of rest, sat on a chair together, with their arms pillowed on their pillows, staring at the night outside the window in rapt attention.

The other sat on the sofa.

The living room fell silent.

The time in the second half of the night was peaceful, and the whistling siren in the distance also disappeared.

Furute Chuan took the sword and went out for a few more laps, and when the sky was getting dark, he woke up the Bai Chuan brothers and sisters who were sleeping heavier than a dead pig, so that they could clock in and go back to get off work together.

Bai Chuan Hutao seemed to be very sleepy, and he couldn't even stand upright in a daze.

It is true that this time point is indeed the most sleepy time.

The little priest also had an uncomfortable expression on his face. He rubbed the center of his brows, glanced at his old lady who was swaying like a tumbler, and said lightly: "You can carry her for a while."

"Is she your sister or my sister? Let me do everything. What's the use of you as a younger brother?"

"I'm also very sleepy, and I'm about to walk badly, still carrying someone else?" The little priest's voice was still calm: "Don't feel disadvantaged, no matter how many people want to carry her, she still can't carry it; besides, even if she has no breasts , I don’t know how much better than girls of the same age in other aspects, what kind of superficial idea is it to only like big breasts?”

"Heh?" Furute Chuan Shen, who was dissed in front of his face, looked surprised: "Are you itchy again, looking for a beating?"

"Can you only use force? It's really vulgar!" The little priest who sneered again and again hurried out.

Furutegawa Shinmi picked up Shirakawa Kurumi, who was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes, and lifted her small but sensual buttocks up, took her sword and backpack, turned off the lights and locked the door, and out of here.

There were security guards on duty all night at the gate, and they got out of the protective gate without much trouble and walked north.

On the way, Kotegawa Shinmi asked casually: "Why didn't I see your shikigami, didn't you bring it?"

The little priest next to him suddenly looked vigilant, and jumped into the distance, like an old hen guarding eggs: "What are you doing?"

"...I just asked casually."

"Really? I don't believe it, you swear!"

"You are so annoying!"

"Oh, I'm really guilty! Sure enough, the last time you saw Yuzi, you found out that she has a good figure, right? Bah, beast!"

"No, it sounds like you are more beastly, you have to know, there are some things that shouldn't, at least not..."

"Mind your own business first!"

The little priest who was about to be overwhelmed walked away quickly.

When they reached the entrance of the commercial street, Furutegawa Shinmi put down Shirakawa Walnut, pushed her to the little priest, waved her hand, and yawned, "See you at noon."

The little priest watched him go away, and when he was out of sight, he said calmly: "The man is gone."

Dozing off, Bai Chuan Hutao stretched her waist, her eyes were bright, and she said with a smile: "I performed well today, this time I won't pursue the matter that you said I have no breasts!"

"What? Isn't this the truth? Don't try to renege on the debt!" The little priest held out his hand firmly.

Shirakawa Walnut rolled her eyes, and took out a [-] yen bill from her wallet.

The little priest put it back in his pocket, slightly satisfied, and then dissatisfied: "What are you in such a hurry? It's as if you want to give it away for nothing!"

"Who made that guy so stupid and stupid?" Bai Chuan Hutao looked puzzled: "It turns out that finding a partner is really so difficult!"

Bai Chuanwang fell silent.

……

After Furutegawa Shinmi returned to his home, he went directly to the second floor, wiped off the blood on the sword with a soft cloth, and put it on the wooden shelf.

He went downstairs, washed his face, yawned and went back to the bedroom, changed into his pajamas, lay down on the bed, and wrapped himself in the quilt.

There was warmth in the hand.

He turned sideways, hugged the sleeping girl in his arms carelessly, buried his head in the girl's hair, and took a deep breath.

Probably this is the legendary charging, right?

Take a sip to refresh your mind.

He closed his eyes with peace of mind, thinking that he would just sleep like this forever.

The sleepy Mikazuki Qingkong raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, looked up, touched Furutekawa Kamimi's face with his hand, and then changed to a more comfortable sleeping position, like hugging a doll , took an arm around him.

The soft and smooth face was pressed against him, when the hot breath hit the skin under the pajamas.

Tent, propped up.

The sky brightened quickly outside the window, and Furutegawa Kami saw faint dark circles under his eyes.

He was obviously sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep.

It seems that you still have to meditate.

The girl woke up, rubbed her eyes, opened her arms and stretched.

The voice is soft and tender with a childish tone.

"Good morning."

"Good morning……"

San Riyue, who stood up, looked at the dark circles under his eyes, and was a little puzzled: "Didn't sleep well?"

"No, it's because I came back too late last night." Furutegawa Kamimi said hesitantly.

The girl lay back down again, as if she regarded this place as her own bedroom.

She stretched her waist again, and looked at the ceiling with her big and bright eyes: "There were alarm bells everywhere last night, did something really happen?"