[Comprehensive] Traveling through the script of the heroine in hand

"Is this Taisho! It's completely different from Edo!" Mutsumori looked around excitedly on the street, "The times are advancing so fast! Oh! So there is pork cutlet rice at this time!"

"Che, what's so good, you can't even bring a knife into the street." Izumi Mori said disdainfully, "What's the difference between a samurai without a knife and a lost soul?"

"There are no samurai in this era." Qingguang admired the nails that were just done in the store. The mother-in-law in the store said that it was homemade nail polish, but would it fall off easily?

Qingguang was suddenly glad that he had brought nail polish over here.

"It's a pity." Horikawa comforted Izumi Mamoru with a smile, "It's just the trend of the times. Bushido is already a feudal and pedantic existence."

"There's no other way, after all, it's now..." An Ding took out his gun excitedly before Mutsu Mori finished speaking.

"When the gun was fired... Woohoo!" Honosuke caught off guard and swung his claws on his face.

Foxnosuke put away his claws and said seriously: "Mr. Mutsu Mori, please don't pull out your gun on the street! It's very troublesome to be discovered by the police!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so proud." Mutsu Mori put away his gun obediently, and the six of them continued to stroll on the street.

Gexian was a swordsman much earlier than them. He didn't have much thought about the end of Bushido and the promulgation of the "Forbidden Sword Order".

"Brother, brother! Do you want to come to our house to play?" A man in a suit appeared in front of everyone, "There is a lovely maid."

"What's so good about a maid?" Song Xian asked back. In his concept, maid = servant = low-level staff who have no time and energy to study = unrefined people, so don't waste time looking at maids.

"Why pay to see the maid?" Mutsumori looked at the kimono boy who was soliciting customers with a smile. Every time the maids and so on, Honmaru would hire some from outside every time Honmaru needs to be cleaned. Why did he go to the Taisho period to see the maids? ?

The six steel straight men left giggling, leaving the boy in the suit standing alone in the cold wind with a dazed expression on his face.

The Taisho era was full of lingering and romantic literary atmosphere, and the strong impact of foreign cultures made this era coexist with foreign and peaceful, giving it a sharp and decadent aesthetic feeling.

Song Xian appreciates the aesthetics of people in this era very much, and even wants to change a set, but unfortunately it is time to go out for battle, and the battle suit can help him resist a lot of damage, otherwise he will definitely change a set.

Maybe I can apply to Chaogui to play here in the future?

The cold bloody smell floated over from not far away, and Honosuke Mao, who was hugged by Mutsu Mamoru, exploded in an instant. The instinct of the little animal told him that it was dangerous, very dangerous, and there was a very dangerous person mixed in all over the place. pedestrians on the street.

"Foxosuke? Is there an enemy?" Horikawa immediately switched on the alert mode. His scouting is the best among all of them. It has always been his task to detect the enemy's situation, but at this time he didn't feel anything.

Let alone an enemy, they don't even have the most basic murderous intent.

After all, Honosuke is a senior who has lived hundreds of years longer than No. [-]. He immediately jumped into Horikawa's arms to pretend to be a pet, and whispered to him: "The enemy is nearby, don't panic, the other party's target is not us."

Horikawa nodded slightly, and walked slowly through the bustling crowd with Fox in his arms.

There was a faint smell of blood wafting from the alley, Horikawa stopped in his tracks, and glanced into the alley, there were passionately kissing couples, drunks lying on the ground, desperate scavengers, and... a pool of flesh and blood .

The turbulent killing intent came from the alley, and Horikawa had never experienced such a strong sense of oppression. His heart seemed to be tightly strangled by a pair of big hands, and it beat hard and slowly in the chest cavity.

The blood flow was getting slower and slower, and his legs seemed to weigh a thousand catties. The cold winter wind penetrated through the scarf and blew into his clothes, making him shiver in shock!

"Kunihiro, what are you doing there!" Izumi Mamoru was the first to notice something was wrong with Horikawa.

"Kane-san..." Horikawa, who had always been calm and mature, rarely showed a broken expression, his water-clear blue eyes were filled with panic, "Don't come here...don't come here!"

"Kunihiro, you...!" Sensing the killing intent, Izumi Mamoru rushed over immediately, carried Horikawa on his shoulders and brought him to his companion.

"It's really scary and murderous, no wonder

The second unit was beaten like that. "The stable expression can already be called excited," just let me test the results of my practice. "

"First let me explain that I will never lose to you." Qingguang huffed arrogantly, complaining as if talking to himself, "The nails I just finished will definitely collapse again!"

The narrow alley obviously couldn't hold so many men with swords, so Horikawa and his group entered the alley to check the enemy's situation. Kiyomitsu and Izumimori blocked the exit, and Utasen Mutsumori blocked the other exit.

Foxnosuke followed Andyori into the alley, Kasen and Mutsumori rushed to the other exit at a very fast speed, and Kiyomitsu and Izumimori stood by.

Horikawa found the pool of meat following the smell of blood. It was still steaming in the cold winter, and it was obvious that he had just died.

Anding held his nose in disgust: "It's disgusting!"

"This is not a place for children." An elegant male voice sounded behind him, and a young man with delicate eyebrows and eyes like a monster came out of the shadows.

An Ding was suffocated by the deadly rancid smell on his body, and he kept retreating, Horikawa squeezed the body around his waist, all the people in the alley were killed by him, this man is very dangerous!

Onimai Tsuji Mumi's skin glowed faintly under the moonlight, as beautiful as the moon god descending, but the smell of blood and carrion from his body was worse than that of evil ghosts.

"Who are you?" Horikawa stood in front of An Ding, staring at him unkindly, "You are not human."

"A very sensitive sixth sense." Onimai Tsuji stretched out his long nails, and quickly and fiercely attacked Horikawa's face, "Join me, boy."

Horikawa, as the extreme threat, was no joke in terms of mobility and defense. While retreating, he pulled out the body around his waist, not only not being injured, but also killing a wave.

"It's more powerful than I imagined, and has the potential to become a master." Onimai Tsujimu smiled miserably, with crazy possessiveness in his eyes, "Join me, boy."

Horikawa watched helplessly as Onimai Tsuji's wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, the back of his hand returned to a state as delicate as sheep's fat.

"What the hell are you?" Horikawa asked back. Although he didn't have the sensitive senses of a magic sword, he could basically perceive the difference between a living person, a ghost, a monster, and a god as a fusangshen.

But the man in front of him was nothing, he had the breath of a human being, but also exuded the rotten smell of a ghost, it was terrifying but he couldn't smell any monster.

"Something?" Guiwu Tsuji's eyes turned cold suddenly, and there was a killing intent inside that was so thick that it couldn't be melted away, "I am the most perfect creature in this world, an existence more noble than a god."

"Huh? It's up to you?" An Ding picked out his ears indifferently, "Which god smells as bad as you?"

Guiwu Tsuji's eyes were cold and terrifying: "It seems that there is no need to talk."

As soon as the words fell, An Ding was scratched fiercely by his claws, feeling the cold fingers sinking deeply into his flesh, An Ding jumped back immediately, and two puffs appeared on his fair cheeks. There is a hole where you can see the dense teeth, like a scene in a thriller.

An Ding didn't expect his speed to be so fast, and was seriously injured when caught off guard, and cursed vaguely: "Bastard! Hiss!"

"This is the consequence of despising me." Guiwu Tsuji stepped forward step by step, the sound of leather shoes and the floor stepping was very clear in the dark night, "Lowly creatures should die in a despicable manner."

When the second attack was launched, Horikawa gritted his teeth and resisted stiffly.

This man is very strong, and Horikawa clearly knew that the two of them alone would not be able to kill Onimai Tsuji, but he still said: "Compared to us, you, a monster that rots from the root, should die!"

"!" Kimai Tsuji's attack became more fierce, and he blocked it steadily, Horikawa looked for an opportunity to fight back, and neither side took advantage of it back and forth.

But the injuries on their bodies won't heal for a while, even if the whole wrist is chopped off by An Ding, Gui Wu Tsuji can grow back quickly.

"Oops, this bastard..." An Ding stepped back, clutching his right face, his wound seemed to be particularly attractive to flies in this dirty place, it hadn't started to rot yet, you bastard!

"An...An Ding!" Foxnosuke could clearly feel that An Ding's godhead was collapsing a little bit, "You must return to the Honmaru! Let Ishikirimaru and Taro Tachi heal you! Immediately!"

"What?" Before An Ding could react, he was hit by the light from Fox's bell, and looked at the familiar environment of Honomaru with a dazed expression.

"An Ding! Come with me!" No. [-] had already been waiting here after receiving the news from the senior, "Your godhead is collapsing! If it's too late, it's too late!"

"What about Horikawa!"

"Me!" Yao Yan hurriedly ran to this side while putting on the uniform, "I will replace you in the battle, don't worry."

"Please be careful not to be hurt by that man named Ghost Mai Tsuji, his blood is extremely corrosive." No. [-] shouted at him, "Defense is the main attack, supplemented by attack!"

"Understood." After Yao Yan left this sentence, he disappeared in the pill, and the next second, he appeared in the alley.

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan watched An Ding disappear suddenly, and a new little ghost suddenly appeared, remembering what the group of strangely dressed people said to him before, he smiled: "It's more interesting than I imagined!"

Yao Yan immediately assumed an attacking stance, as extremely short, he was confident in his maneuverability.

"It's meaningless to fight with you." Oni Wu Tsuji put away his fingers, and smiled horribly, "Neither can I become a ghost for my use, nor can I eat creatures that provide me with nutrition and are lower than humans."

After speaking, he disappeared into the darkness again and disappeared.

Honosuke jumped on Horikawa's shoulder and said, "Find a hotel to check in first, Shizheng has sent information about ghosts and ghost slaying teams."

Horikawa nodded, took out the small and compact old combat machine that had been hidden in his arms, and sent text messages to Kasen and Mutsumori, and the six of them made an appointment to meet at the exit of the alley.