Sanriyue Qingkong did not disappoint him, and said fragrantly: "It's bullshit, Mr. Glasses."

"Hey! Speak clearly!"

In the activity room, the three discussed the bounty tasks to be done on Saturday and weekend.

The school has a rule that there must be at least two club activities in a week, and those who leave early are not allowed.

So whether you like it or not, even if you don't do anything, you have to stay here for at least an hour and a half.

Gude Chuan Shenjian was holding a small bare bamboo branch in his hand, about one and a half meters long, the branch was slightly drooping, and there were two bamboo leaves on it.

He was about to compete with Bai Chuan, and this little brother wanted to challenge him, saying that he wanted to try his level.

Anyway, idle is idle, and I just took this opportunity to let this little brother know who is grandpa.

Bai Chuanwang, who was confronting him in front of him, was holding a beech wood sword in his hand. This kind of wood is very hard, and it hurts especially when it is drawn on people.

Bai Chuan looked sideways at the thin bamboo branch in his hand, and said expressionlessly, "Is this your sword?"

"Then why don't we switch?"

The club was established and opened only yesterday afternoon, and the bamboo knives and swords for practice are not yet ready.

The wooden knife was brought by Bai Chuanwang himself, and he only had a sword at hand... If he could use a sword, it would be too bullying.

"Shouldn't we wait until we have all the things in the club to compete?" Bai Chuan Hutao suggested from the side.

"No need! I can use that bamboo branch too!" The little priest put away the wooden knife.

Kotegawa Shinmi shook his head: "No, use what you are good at, otherwise I won't be able to lift my strength."

Bai Chuan, who was walking out, turned his head to the side, expressionless: "Don't say I bullied you."

"Come on! If you can bully me, it's your ability!" Furutegawa Shinmi waved a bamboo branch, and there was a sound of breaking wind, and a sage came to guide the way.

Bai Chuanwang held the wooden knife in both hands, the sword was slanted downward, and in the next position, he gave up defense, intending to win with speed.

"Hey, we've been underestimated!" Kamito Furudegawa planned to teach his younger brother a good lesson.

Youjia and Xiaoniaoyouhuawu, who walked in from the door, kept silent, opened their eyes wide, and turned back and forth.

The same is true for Sanriyue Qingkong and this field Sorata who came in later.

The four walked up to Bai Chuan Hutao on their feet, and each sat on a cushion.

Bai Chuan Hutao looked back and forth, and Xiaoyi asked, "Shall I start for you?"

Furutegawa Kamimi looked at Shirakawa with a nuzzled mouth.

The latter stepped closer, and then stepped forward with a knife, shouting: "Cut your head off!"

"Heh? Hit the east and the west?" Seeing the bamboo branch in his hand trembling, Furude Chuanshen threw it out with a crisp sound, and pulled away the wooden knife that cut his thigh, feeling a little contemptuous.

Bai Chuanwang took a few steps back, the hand holding the wooden knife trembled, and there was a tearing pain in the tiger's mouth.

The moment he was drawn by the bamboo branch just now, he almost couldn't hold the knife.

He deeply felt Furutegawa Shinmi's strength, and instantly felt like mountains and seas were lying in front of him.

Fortunately, he didn't forget that this was a sparring session, he held the wooden knife and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you so strong?"

"It's not power, it's explosive power." Furute Chuan Shenmi waved the bamboo branch, and he didn't use any strength at all, just waved it casually, but he had the bonus brought by the talent [early stage of disintegration].

"Also, it's not that I'm strong..." He shook his head: "It's you who are too good, little brother! Speed, strength, as well as rigid and unfamiliar skills and poor acting skills, you can't even beat a still."

As soon as Bai Chuanwang made a move, he confirmed that this little brother had no actual combat experience, and he even had very little experience in sparring with others.

Every move is like a machine. Although it is standard and can even be called good, it is useless.

If you fight with people, you will die as cannon fodder.

The little priest's pale face suddenly turned green and white, and he stared and shouted: "It was just careless just now! Come again!"

The little bird Youhuawu over there was a little confused, looked at Bai Chuan Hutao, and asked in a low voice: "Why do you use a teacher as a comparison?"

Bai Chuan Hutao was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Probably because he has beaten him before, so he is more familiar with it."

The other three turned their heads in unison.

On the field, Nozomi Shirakawa and Shinmi Furutegawa fought again.

The same is stepping out the knife.

Furutekawa gritted his teeth, and the explosive power in his hand suddenly turned into a breeze blowing willows. The moment he blocked the wooden knife, he turned his wrist to wrap around the wooden knife, and then swung it sideways with the force of his chopping.

The wooden knife in Bai Chuanwang's hand was uncontrollably released, and swished into the wall on the left.

The whole room was dumbfounded.

Furutegawa Shinmi still maintained the posture of waving the bamboo stick.

Bai Chuan stared blankly, the skin on his palm was rubbed red, it wasn't that he couldn't hold it just now, it was the force that made him unable to hold it at all!Can't even react!

Kotekawa took back the bamboo branch and slowly said: "You lack experience in hand-to-hand combat. Mr. Fujiwara is right. We need a mentor, at least it is enough to guide you."

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At [-]:[-] in the evening, Furutegawa Kamimi and Mikazuki Haruka left the coffee shop together and walked towards the North District.

There is no one left in the Tokyo branch of the Evil Spirit Society, including their branch president.

So there was no reason for him to let Sanriyue Qingkong go to the house again, and then go home with her on his back at night.

The night sky above was still foggy. It had been cloudy for several days, but it was good. The sunlight was filtered by the clouds, so it would not be too glaring.

Sanriyue Qingkong lowered his head and rummaged through his bag, found a bunch of keys, and handed them to him: "I forgot to return this to you."

This is the spare key of Guategawa's house, which he gave last night.

Kamito Kamito hesitated for a moment, then pushed it over and said, "You better take it. I'm going to Saitama and Chiba tomorrow, and I probably won't be back at night, so you can sleep at my house."

Sanriyue Qingkong was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to decline.

"You can't be careless!" Kamito Furudegawa said with sincerity.

"It's not very safe here recently, don't worry, my bed is very soft, with the same mattress that Xiaoniaoyou used to make, so I can definitely sleep well."

There seemed to be something wrong with these words, Sanriyue Qingkong stared into his eyes and asked, "Really not coming back?"

"If I come back, I will tell you in advance! Don't worry, although I like and like girls like Sanriyue, I will never use any bad brains."

Sanriyue didn't blink her eyes, and said after a long time: "Well, I believe in you."

She took back the key, stood still, and bowed deeply: "Thank you very much, then I will disturb you tomorrow."

"It's okay, you're welcome!" Furutekawa waved his hand, grinning a little excitedly.

Good!Sanriyue trusts him, and it seems that everyone is getting closer.

He touched his pocket, cleared his throat, and planned to take this opportunity to take out the pendant.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't know why, and his heartbeat suddenly increased without the slightest precaution.

It's like a car with a speed of [-] suddenly speeding up to [-].

"Hiss..." He sucked the cool skin lightly.

Why are you suddenly a little nervous?

Qi Yang Kungfu is still not well practiced.

"However, won't it be a bit abrupt all of a sudden? But it's not a holiday, so taking out a gift out of nowhere will scare her, right? Are you a little anxious? Shouldn't you take the gift out of the way? give her?"

Various chaotic thoughts appeared in his mind, so he couldn't help but froze in place.

He thought for ten seconds, a sword light seemed to light up in his heart, he chopped all his thoughts to pieces, and his eyes regained his composure.

"Sure enough, I should give it to her, and then tell her that if he helped to avenge this revenge without authorization, maybe she can relax a bit first? Don't worry about the disaster, I probably won't be able to kill him in a short time."

Sanriyue Qingkong next to him saw that he had stopped talking, and kept standing there in a daze. He lowered his head slightly, looked at his cheek and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Furutegawa came back to his senses and coughed: "Mikazuki, I have a question."

"Well, you can ask, and I will tell you everything that can be answered."

"Where are your parents' graves?"

Sanriyue Qingkong was startled, and looked up at him.

"Why, are you asking this?"

"Can you tell me?"

Sanriyue Qingkong was silent for a while, and then said: "I can't afford a cemetery, and I can't afford to hire a monk so that their ashes are placed at home."

Three years ago, everything was ruined for her.

"Is that so?" He puffed out his cheeks and exhaled, holding the pendant in his hand: "Actually, I prepared half a gift these days, and it's for you. Can you accept it?"

The topic seems to be a bit jumpy, and Sanriyue Qingkong couldn't figure out what he was doing for a while, after thinking about it, he whispered: "What is a half gift?"

"Because the other half of the gift is not ready yet, it's a little far away, it's in Hokkaido, and it may not be available for the time being, I have to wait, but I can't wait to give you the one I've prepared first."

The Five-Eyed Ratman called Master Misfortune, which probably meant that Misfortune was stronger and had brains.

He guessed that he couldn't beat him either, so he couldn't be rash and wait for him to be stronger, for example, when his skill rose to 98, he was still [-]% sure before taking his head.

"What kind of gift is it, and I want to go to Hokkaido specifically?" Sanriyue Qingkong was even more puzzled. She thought about it and declined, "If it's very expensive, then there's no need. I really don't have anything to sell."

Monthly rent, water, electricity, gas and living expenses, just these, have already made her live very hard.

"I didn't expect anything in return!" Furutegawa Kamimi only hoped that she could keep this sentence in her heart and remember it forever.

"I'm serious!" Furutegawa Kamimi said word by word: "If I have any purpose, why don't I choose a safer method? Sankayue, only this time, I really really really really Nothing and nothing in return! Anything!"

Sanriyue Qingkong was stunned by his seriousness, subconsciously said: "I'm sorry, it's just that I don't know why Guategawa suddenly gave me a gift."

"Because I'm ready! Even though there's only half of it!" Furutegawa Kamimi took out his pocket, then his bag, and first handed her a hammer in the bag.

Sanriyue Qingkong held the hammer in both hands, looked back and forth, and looked up blankly: "Is this for my self-defense?"

"No, this is a gift-opening tool." Furutegawa Kamimi coughed, but was still nervous.

He spread out his palm and held it in front of her eyes. Before he opened it, he suddenly held it again and frowned. He felt that this was inappropriate. What if San Riyue smashed his hand directly if he didn't speak clearly?

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