Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

Great!Next time, maybe I can directly hold the sword and go into the water to fight!

He was excited for a while, and then thought of the other two talents.

[First stage of disintegration] I can't figure out what it is for the time being.

As for [Rock Skin]... He pressed his soft fingertips, and it seemed that it was no different from before, but whether there was any change, he had to practice it.

He hesitated for a moment, looked at his hands, gritted his teeth slightly, and walked to the kitchen, then put his left hand on the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife, and carefully scratched the back of his hand.

Well, nothing, not even a white mark left.

Too little energy?

He exerted a little force, and at the same time the skin on his hand was taut.

He felt a little bit of a knife gliding across the back of his hand, but it didn't hurt or bleed.

So he tried a little more, and a little more, and a little more with both hands.

……

He looked at the back of the hand that was still intact, and then at the knife edge that could be broken in a blow, and finally grinned.

"Hey, it's okay!"

"It's no wonder that stinky stone monster broke my sword. It turned out that there was [rock skin]...but now I have it too!"

He patted his head, spinning around in excitement.

This is good!It's worth taking a sip of Liangpi!

In this way, the constant scruples in my heart that I will be sniped should be a little more at ease. As long as it is not unlucky to be shot to the vitals, there should still be a high probability of surviving.

This is good this is good...

His palms together.

It's amazing, it's so amazing that it's unscientific.

But who is serious about science?

Does he speak?

He doesn't speak!

So he is decent.

After Kamite Kawasaki cheered himself up for a while, he began to ponder what the [First Stage of Disintegration] was.

Things like [underwater breathing] and [rock skin] are clear at a glance.

And [the first stage of disintegration]...

He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, if he expected it to be right, this talent should belong to Chi Gui.

That red ghost is very strong.

A mace can smash a hole in the ground.

So... this talent is related to strength?

"Collapse...Collapse? The button collapsed?" He murmured to himself, inexplicably thinking of the scene in the previous life, when the big sister was practicing martial arts, the button on her chest collapsed.

He was lost in memory.

After a while, he shook his head and came back to his senses, gestured with his hands, and asked himself: "So, the meaning of disintegration is the kind of disintegration?"

It seems strange...

He thought for a while and couldn't figure it out, then stepped into the yard, stood in front of the sandbag where he usually practiced boxing and kicking, and clenched his fists little by little.

On the balcony on the second floor, Ying Bailang, who was still building a nest, poked his head down.

Wondering what he was doing.

Kamito Kamito put his posture in place, gathered strength, and then punched him with a straight punch without the slightest fancy.

"boom!"

The sandbag was pushed away by the fist, and it was swinging back and forth in the air with a more exaggerated range than usual.

Furude Chuan Shenjian stretched out his palm, held down the sandbag, and when it calmed down, he suddenly punched it out with an inch.

There was a loud but powerful blow.

The sandbag flew out with a whoosh, almost spinning 360 degrees in the air.

"The power seems to have increased a lot!" He said to himself: "No, it's the explosive power that has increased a lot... It's the destructive power at that moment!"

He pondered for a while, and realized something.

It feels like this disintegration is the Hunyuan energy he has been practicing!

The pursuit is an instant burst.

Although this sounds a bit bad, it seems to work.

It can be regarded as directly enhancing his strength.

Furutegawa Shinmi moved his wrist, thinking that the red ghost was indeed a minor.

Otherwise, how could it be a [early stage]?

Matsushiki Takeshi is not a real person, he dares to hire minors to work for him, isn't he afraid of complaints?

Thinking so wildly, he went back to the house with his back on his back.

He didn't notice that on the balcony on the second floor, Ying Bailang was covering his eyes with his wings, trembling in horror.

Is this human being warning it?

If he accidentally dropped the bird's feather on the floor, would he beat it like he did just now?

"It's terrible, I'd better go!"

Under the sun, Ying Bailang spread his wings and flew up, shedding crystal clear tears.

But it suddenly turned a corner in mid-air and flew back again.

"The president outside is even more terrifying..."

It was melancholy again for a while, and stretched its neck facing the sun.

bird life

Tori

how difficult

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Chapter 83 The appointment at four o'clock in the afternoon (3/5)

Before the first class in the afternoon, Furutegawa Kamimi returned to school with his bag on his back.

Right now, I can't find where the branch president of the Evil Spirit Society is. He is also idle, so he came to school after looking for a place to have a meal.

Parrot is still building its nest at home.

It said it was a big job, and it couldn't be finished in ten days and half a month.

As soon as he returned to class, Xiao Niaoyou came over, looked him up and down, and asked, "Is your stomach okay?"

Furutegawa was stunned for a moment, then reacted, nodded and said: "If Xiaoniaoyou is willing to give me a little kiwi fruit to eat, I should be able to get better."

Xiaoniao Youhuawu was taken aback for a moment, and gave him a blank look, then went back to his seat and took out the desk: "I have a stomachache, and I still want to eat! But how do you know that I brought kiwi fruit?"

"Oh, I can smell it."

Xiaoniao Youhuawu lowered her head and sniffed herself, feeling a little dazed: "Does it smell like kiwi fruit? Why can't I smell it?"

"Probably because your nose has adapted to it a long time ago." Furutekawa took the dried fruit box from her, picked a few pieces of dried kiwi fruit from it, and returned the box to her.

"You don't want to eat something else?" Xiaoniao Youhuawu pointed to the banana slices and asked.

"That's enough, just have a mouthful."

Furutekawa Kamito said so, but before he had time to enjoy the sweetness, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nozomi Shirakawa entering the classroom.

Bai Chuan glanced at him, with the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, and said calmly: "You are really energetic, coaxing the girls to eat snacks as soon as you get back to school."

Kotegawa Shinmi threw all the dried kiwi fruit into his mouth, and said in a vague voice, "Well, it's a pity that you came a step late, and it's gone."

Bai Chuanwang: "..."

The little bird Youhuawu next to him bowed his head in embarrassment, and handed out the packed box again: "If you don't dislike it, Bai Chuan, please try it too."

Bai Chuanwang touched his pocket subconsciously, then shook his head: "Thank you, but no need."

After speaking, he walked towards his seat, and just as he sat down, he heard Furutekawa Shinmi say behind him: "Don't worry, it's not that he doesn't want to eat it, it must be because he didn't have the milk candy as a gift in return."

"Oh, oh..." Xiao Niao You Hua Wu replied in a slightly ignorant manner.

Shirakawa Wang's handsome face suddenly turned red, and he turned his head and glared at Furutekawa Kamimi.

As much as you know!

Furutegawa Kamimi didn't see it, because he was discussing with Kotori Yukawu which is better, walnuts or red dates.

He thought it was walnuts, and Xiaoniaoyouhuawu thought it was sweet red dates.

Furutekawa couldn't believe it, so he ate another jujube.

A few minutes later, the class bell rang, and Mr. Fujiwara, the little old man, walked up to the podium with a stack of papers, and glanced at Furutekawa Shinmi by the way.

It's like saying you're lucky.

Gu Techuan took a sip of the cold noodle, quickly spit out the date pit on the paper, and put it in his pocket.

Quiz?Fortunately, I came to school, but after only a week and a half of class, Is it really a man to take the exam?

He complained in his heart, and got his paper by the way.

After writing his name with a pen, he roughly looked at the paper, thought for a while, and began to answer the questions.