No power, but immortal

Huahua is so well-behaved that she didn't attract too many people's attention. Bell put her down and didn't run around when she returned to the base. She slept on the carpet next to the sofa. No matter how you look at it, she is a cute and easy-to-raise kitten. .

XANXUS just glanced at the cat brought back by his subordinates at the beginning, and didn't pay any more attention. He was playing with two guns in his hands. The guys who cleared this time couldn't let him do it himself.

There was a fight in the hall, but this small movement did not affect the cat's sleep. Huahua slept so that her belly turned out, which caused Lusilia to squat down and touch it.

"Where did you pick up Bell, the kitten is so cute~" Lusilia, who has a macho body and a girlish heart, basically has no resistance to cute things. It was the fur on the belly that was the softest, and Lusilia's hand hadn't been put down from the very beginning.

"I found it by myself. Isn't it a matter of course that this prince is popular?"

Bell is quite proud. He has been searching on his mobile phone for the things he needs to prepare for raising a cat. The more he looks at it, the more troublesome it is to keep a cat. idea.

But Luslia's tone of praise was useful to him, so he made up his mind to give it a try.

Huahua didn't care about the way they got along, but the tip of her nose twitched, and there was an increasingly familiar smell around her.

This is the taste of Sui Sui...

Her whole cat perked up and rolled over to stand up, but she didn't look very worried.

At the beginning, she let Wansui kill herself, and used her own life as an opportunity for Wansui to practice the ruthless way, because she was worried that Wansui would fail if she saw that she was still alive. She has been hiding in the gap of time and space for decades. It's not a chance encounter with Qianqiu, she will probably stay in that gap forever.

With the bell that hides the evil spirit and the real body, she is not worried about being recognized by Long Live, but she will inevitably wonder what the disciple she has not seen for a long time has become.

The one who reacted faster was XANXUS, who had already shot at the door, and the bullet hit the foot of the person who pushed the door to enter the hall.

He didn't do any cover, even if he was almost attacked, he looked very calm. Long live is tall, even taller than the western Balian assassination troops, and he didn't make a fuss when he sneaked into Balian. to anyone.

"That trash running dog." As arrogant as XANXUS, even the boss of the enemy family is uniformly called trash.

Long live was not angry, he walked in slowly, he always looked like this every time he performed a task, calm, neither sad nor happy, making people wonder if he was a real person.

Even Mosca seemed a little more emotional than he was.

He touched his long sword with his hand, and Skuvalo stood up. He had heard of the name of Long Live a long time ago. As the second-generation sword emperor, of course he had to have fun even at this time.

"Bastard Boss! Leave him to me!" The pursuit of life is the ultimate intention of kendo, and Skuvalo will not give up such an opportunity.

The sound of swords colliding was heard. In just a few seconds, the two had passed several moves. Wanzai followed the rules of kendo and did not use weapons other than swords. Skuvalo did not use his own box weapon either.

The second-generation sword emperor, Skuvalo, is at his peak. Although Wanzai's kendo level is also very good, it is still a long way from the ultimate.

Long live did not inherit the talent for practicing kendo from his parents since he was born, and even his current level is a by-product of killing his master's parents to increase his strength.

Compared with kendo, other weapons and attack methods may be more suitable for him.

He is a genius in other areas of practice, and he can complete the task Bai Lan entrusted to him with any single technique, but the ultimate in unstoppable swordsmanship is what Wan Sui really wants to pursue.

If he is not allowed to touch the sword, it will make Long live more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Hey, are you at this level!" Skuvalo frowned slightly. He and Wanzai seemed to have the upper hand with Wanzai. In fact, Wanzai's strength was indeed brought up by his physical fitness. This person's aptitude in the way of swordsmanship It's not that there is no such thing, but it can only be described as an ordinary genius.

Scuvaro suddenly became ruthless, found a flaw while Wansui was slightly stunned, and stabbed him to the core.

I thought this man was about to fall down, but Wan Sui didn't. His wound pierced by the sword only oozes a trace of blood, and it has stopped, and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The appearance of still having enough strength makes people suddenly realize that the flaw just exposed was deliberately exposed by him.

"What do you mean?!" Scuvaro felt humiliated, because Wanzai's swordsmanship is actually not that weak. With strong physical fitness, as long as you continue to fight, whoever is the final winner? Hard to say.

"What do you mean... probably to end the doomed contest as soon as possible."

"I lost. I am not your opponent in the way of swordsmanship. If I continue to fight, I will just bring myself to humiliate myself." Wanzai's tone was very calm, and there was no reluctance on his face when he was clearly telling his own shortcomings, "Even if I really don't want to admit that physique and talent are indispensable in the practice of swordsmanship, but unfortunately..." He never had such things.

God gave him a set of bad cards from the very beginning, with a broken and weak physique, and mediocre talent. He wanted to crush him in the mud and never get up again, but he found a way by himself.

For the sake of faith, he can give up everything that belongs to him.

He took the sword back, but the aura around him became dangerous. Wan Sui drew two strokes out of thin air with his fingers, and many small balls of light flew out from his drawing position, all of which were only as big as fireflies. When the ball touched the ground, it made a hole with a diameter of one meter.

Such a number of light spots might be able to raze Balian to the ground in an instant.

Long live often kills people with a sword, but it doesn't mean that this is his best attack method.

Whether the Five Elements technique is regular or variant, he can draw all the symbols with his eyes closed.

Now as long as he has a thought, this mission can be over.

But just before Wanzai started, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the cat squatting next to the sofa, looking at him with piercing eyes.

It was an uninspiring civet cat. You can find many identical ones on the street, the most rustic breed. With a red string and bell around its neck, it looked like a peaceful domestic cat.

But it was such an ordinary cat that made Wan Sui forget what he was going to do next, and just stared at her fixedly.

Like, really like.

Like the teacher who has been killed by his beast.

"Meow~" the cat let out a whining sound, calling back Long Live's sanity.

Almost every cat with a similar coat color will give him this illusion. After a long time, Wanzai has gotten used to it.

Knowing that it was just an ordinary cat with a similar coat color, Banzai couldn't be as calm as usual.

Stared at by those emerald green cat eyes, he seems to have returned to the time when he was still young.

His childhood memories, even though they were filled with the smell of medicine and illnesses, and even though he usually travels in a wheelchair, the memories can even be called beautiful because of the presence of Master.

The master will fulfill all his wishes, teach him that as long as he is a good person, his body will gradually become healthy, remember his birthday, hold him in his arms and call him "Sui Sui"...

However, the good people in this world never have any good rewards, so Wanzai chose to be a bad person, so he didn't struggle when the master held his hand and stabbed her heart, and obtained the healthy body that he had been longing for, capable of practicing kendo.

Compared to him, the kind and gentle master had no good reward, and died in his hands.

Facing the cat that is very similar to the master's prototype, Wan Sui is sure that there will be no waves in his confidence, but he also has no intention of killing.

The spot of light that almost occupied the entire Balian disappeared in the thought of Long Live.

"I changed my mind."

Compared with Bai Lan's order, Long Live, who no longer had the intention to kill, would not wrong himself to complete this task. He recalled the cat language that his master had taught him, and whispered to the cat:

"Meow." Goodbye.

"Meow~" Let's play together next time~

Huahua yelped, her voice had the characteristic arc of a cat.

But Wansui didn't want to respond this time. He tilted his head to avoid Bell's fearless throwing knife. It was rare that he didn't take the opportunity to avoid karma, but walked out of Balian's base without looking back.

In the eyes of the people in Balian, Wanzai gave up using the ultimate move on cats after seeing them, and then learned to meow. This kind of behavior is simply like a... cat slave.

Qianqiu had a great time watching the drama from God's perspective, and switched from time to time to look at other perspectives. The puppet's acting skills are overwhelming, and the emotions conveyed have infected Qianqiu to some extent. She thinks she can make a few more for her second brother to play with.

It can support a crew every minute.

Qianqiu, who regained consciousness in her body, began to wipe tears in her heart. This kind of master-student relationship was really moving. She got up from the ground of the training ground and listened to the president's words of remembering to press her arms and legs after training and tomorrow from tomorrow. The news that training starts at [-]:[-] in the morning until [-]:[-] in the evening is simply sad.

It's a pity that she doesn't have a good teacher who is as gentle, beautiful and caring as Huahua, only the devil president who takes her to practice swords every day without eating.

Qianqiu became more and more homesick. From the age of six to 12 years, she basically did nothing but the necessary training and her favorite side job. Occasionally manipulated Wanzai to play an assassination game. This was the first time she worked so hard to learn kendo.

When going to bed at night, Qianqiu was dreamed by her parents again, after hearing Qianqiu's complaints, her mother patted her head and asked her to persevere.

"The way of swordsmanship is still very interesting, and it will be beneficial and harmless to you." At the beginning, Qianqiu was too young, and she couldn't bear to force her child to learn. Now that Qianqiu has grown up and she is not around, it is good to have someone to help and supervise.

"Your Excellency Fukuzawa is a very powerful swordsman. Before ascension, you should first learn the sword moves of Taidao. Don't mess around, lay a solid foundation, and I will teach you other things when you ascend."

Qianqiu did the math, even if he practiced day and night, it would take 50 years to ascend.

The president of her family has a tough body at first glance, and longevity is not a problem by visual inspection, which means that no matter whether she works hard or not, she will practice under the president for more than 50 years.

Even in a dream, this kind of result makes Qianqiu feel a little pain in his heart.