I am also trying hard not to overturn the car today [Comprehensive Sword]

Time is like running water, let alone a hundred years, just ten or five years is too long for human beings.

It has been so long that they have forgotten that because of the error of the time government's news, all the members of the Honmaru's advance team were trapped in a different world, and they went into the different world alone to bring back their sword spirits intact. Cang Ma Ze his person.

After the current government implemented the five-year labor system, the staff members who had undergone great changes in personnel, after the old people retired, the last impression of 2214 Honmaru was only the advance troops and...

That squeamish aunt who would faint from fright if she said something harsh.

So after learning that 2214 Honmaru will go to the safe house today, they were actually curious.

For this legendary god-appreciator whose beauty is comparable to that of Kanbanrou Mikazukimune created by the Tokino Government, they very, very want to know what this kind of beauty beyond the limit of human imagination looks like.

Then, they saw it.

Greedy eyes are like tarsal maggots, and Asakura Asazawa's innate sense of weakness is very easy to arouse the filthy evil hidden in others' hearts.

If you want to possess such a beauty all by yourself, lock him in the room, and you can only look at yourself quietly forever. Since it is a vase, you should only look at its owner with your eyes.

Such disgusting gazes...

That's why Asazawa closed his eyes. Human beings hope to be noncommittal to these so-called high-level people who are so ugly; it's such an ugly gesture.

I can't see the distance between each other clearly, and my ambition is so inflated that it doesn't match my own strength, this Mr. Dahe who came to receive me...

I really want to give him a gift that will never be forgotten.

"Mr. Taiga, please bring it here." Obviously feeling the inner resistance of the God-inspector after getting off the car, Yamabagiri had no choice but to play the role of a sounding board, whispering a reminder to Ichiro Taiga who was still in place.

"...Ah yes, I'm really sorry." Dahe Ichiro's fat face was full of smiles, his greasy hands wanted to squeeze through the defense line named Yamabugiri and approach the too delicate beauty in front of him, "I heard that Asakura-sama Feeling unwell, it’s similar to Qihuang’s technique…”

"You don't need to trouble me." Yamabukiri's voice suddenly became cold. As Kunihiro's highest masterpiece, there is no doubt that the sword called Yamabuki Kunihiro is a rare treasure, not to mention that he has no sword at this moment. To conceal his killing intent.

The master humiliated his ministers to death, and the master he swore to protect with loyalty was insulted. If in ancient times, as a minister, he would commit seppuku, and death would not be an exaggeration.

At this moment when he hit the knife at the full level, his heart was full of tyranny.

Then his hand was gently pinched by the lord, and the oppressive air dissipated.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro raised his head, and what he saw was the lord's extremely calm, just like the calm sea before the storm that even seagulls dare not sing in the sky.

It is obvious that the God Judge is still the same as before, casually, with a three-pointed lazy, casual smile, but it makes Yamaba take a breath, and even wants to surrender to the ground, offering the enemy's head to Lord Asazawa with blood and glory .

"It's okay, Yamabuchi, this..." The sickly beauty was a little distressed, so he turned his head [to look] at the bloated receptionist.

"Hahaha, I was negligent. My name is Dahe Ichiro. This time, I was ordered to take the two of you to the Secret Pavilion."

There is no doubt that it is extremely commendable to be able to learn about the top secret cabinet of the government at that age at his age.

And Ma Ze also cooperated very much, "So it's Mr. Dahe, I really trouble you."

Under the envious or jealous gazes of his companions, Dahe Ichiro turned upside down like a beer belly who was pregnant for five months, smiled triumphantly, and nodded proudly.

"So would you like to play an exciting game with me?"

Asakura Asazawa's voice was like a gust of breeze blowing, with a somewhat dreamy and ethereal feeling, it floated into Dahe Ichiro's mind, and then gathered into a hurricane, sweeping the thinking of this young backbone with arrogance!

In the eyes of others, this lucky worker is enjoying getting close to the beauty, but only Dahe Ichiro knows that after the man said the words "Thank you for your hard work", he was full of emotion. Stripped of the five senses, every step is like walking on a sword.

Obviously it should be painful, but it is uncontrollable, like a puppet on a string, being pulled by someone and stumbling forward.

But after a while, Dahe Ichiro fell to his knees due to the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, and at this moment, the barbed iron whip slammed on his back fiercely.

"Fat pig, are you being lazy?"

He wanted to ask for help, but the colleagues around him didn't seem to have seen his tragic situation at all, no...

A junior came over, it seemed that he was the one who took the blame for him yesterday and had to honestly correct the mistakes in the report, he seemed to want to explain something to himself.

Realizing that this is an excellent opportunity, as long as the younger generation can notice that something is wrong with him at this time, he will have a chance to break free.

"I'm sorry, little bird-san, Mr. Dahe's time is temporarily reserved by me."

Aware of Dahe's consideration, the sickly beauty smiled slightly at Dahe, unabashedly revealing her inner malice, but her tone was so pitiful and distressing.

So much so that the face of the younger generation turned red, he waved his hands again and again, indicating that it is okay to come back later.

"Will this bother you?"

"No, Master Asakura's body is more important!"

The only hope is gone...

Asawa was very pleased, "Then, Mr. Dahe, let's continue our game~"

Human beings who are bewitched by monsters cannot escape disaster in the end.

Kunihiro Yamababa looked at the man who replied yes in a trance, and suddenly remembered this sentence for some reason.

Before the leader was completely spoiled, he couldn't help but interrupt, "If you do this now, it will be a bit troublesome later."

"But being able to solve this little trouble, right?"

He unreservedly believed in his initial sword's ability to deal with such emergencies.

"……Yes."

In the final analysis, this matter was originally done wrong by the government of the time. Wasn't it just to set up an official position by deliberately sending such a person to receive him?

This industry elite, Mr. Dahe...

Yamaba thought that this gentleman had been promoted for about a week, and his popularity should be extremely poor, so the old people who are still in charge of the secret cabinet are not willing to remind this fat man who is destined to be cannon fodder anything.

It's just a matter of two sentences.

It is not difficult to solve, after all, the initiative is now in their hands.

After figuring this out, Yamabuchi stopped talking completely, and quietly used a crutch until he reached the end of the steps.

"Master Asazawa, we are here."

"Ah, it's so fast, but I've almost had enough of it." Dahe Ichiro, who had been tossed all the way, had already collapsed. He couldn't bear the teasing of the big monster in his spiritual world, and his cheeks were full of flesh and blood. .

The yellow liquid exuding a touch of anger slowly fell from this well-dressed 'elite' □□.

"It's really disgusting." Just like throwing a rag, he was thrown out of the barrier without hesitation. As for whether this elite will be eaten by the retrograde army or wild beasts in the forest, it's none of his business up.

"Speaking of it, I was beaten."

"Yes sir."

"I found some very interesting things." Before throwing away the tired toys, Asakura Asazawa pulled out a cloudy bead from Taiga Ichiro's brain, and cut it to Yamabuchi mysteriously like offering a treasure. Said, "Maybe this will be useful later~"

"..."

Yamabuki took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped Asakura Asazawa's spotless hands, but he said unceremoniously, "How can you personally touch such a filthy existence."

Asakura Asazawa: ...

Wait, boy, is there something wrong with your focus?

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Wait, 300 years later, I will become a clean freak boy?What the hell is this setting!