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——What does unavoidable mean?

[That means, according to the speed at which the sun sets, even if the host escapes, it will be too late. ]

Different from Ryoko's slightly distorted expression, the system's voice was somewhat smug, and even showed the aura of "as expected of me".

Oh, that is to say—

The shameful skill of "Face the Gale" is not disabled.

[......]

The system fell silent for a short while, it probably shut itself off after personally adjusting the cooling time from three days to 24 hours.

The girl in the middle of the path straightened her body, and after confirming that the two ghosts had no intention of moving, she took a deep breath.

The golden saber shone with dazzling light, and the blue blood vessels on the back of the girl's hand holding the red hilt were distinct.

Realizing that Ryoko had no intention of escaping, the system immediately changed from a wilted cabbage to a strong and unyielding grass.

[Oh oh oh, that's right!The protagonist of the boy comic never backs down!Just like this!Rush into the forest and knock them down! ]

No, wait for them to come out.

[? ]

After all, I have forgotten how to move.

If the brain doesn't remember, maybe the body will remember. When she fought Undead Chuan in Butterfly House, she also relied on instinct to receive and counter moves.

Just like just now, she subconsciously cut off the attack behind her with a knife.

"Fencing is not the way of swordsmanship." The man with long blond hair sat on a tree, one leg hanging in the air, the other bent, his elbow resting on his knee.

Nuliang Huapiao, who couldn't change his nature as a slick ghost, came silently. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there watching Liangzi practice swinging a sword in the yard, and finally he couldn't help but speak at sunset.

"Hahaha, don't show such a wary expression." Nuliang Huapiao jumped down from the tree lightly, with one hand in his front, even if someone held a sword against his neck, the man looked forward The girl's eyes are no different from looking at a kitten.

Nuliang Huapiao narrowed his eyes, "Do you want to kill someone?"

At that time, Ryoko, who was seen through his mind with a single glance, subconsciously shook the hand holding the knife.The sharp point of the knife left a faint bloodstain on the man's throat, and under the slender eyelashes, the girl reflected in Nu Liang's eyes suddenly let go of the hand holding the knife in a panic.

"Hug, sorry..."

"No, gauze, I don't have gauze..."

Nuliang Huapiao just stood there and blinked innocently, looking at the flustered girl in front of her, she suddenly burst out laughing.

His chest, which was mostly exposed in the sunlight, heaved and heaved. After calming down a little, he glanced at the knife that Yoshiko had dropped on the ground, and said indifferently, "This kind of thing can't hurt me."

"What is this kind of thing? Pressed and cut Hasebe is a well-known treasure!"

The air in the evening was slightly stagnant due to the girl's subconscious rebuttal. In Nuliang Huapiao's coquettish golden eyes, the slender girl blushed suddenly, and quickly picked up the bag that fell on the ground. Knife, distanced himself from Nuliang Yupiao in front of him.

"Anyway, I'm sorry for hurting you," she muttered.

Nuliang Huapiao gave a thoughtful "Yes", "But even if it is a treasure of human beings, if it is not a demon sword, it is not a threat to monsters."

"monster?"

"Yes. Monster." The man in front of him nodded pretendingly, "A monster who can eat people."

Nuliang Huapiao parted the corners of her lips, and put on an expression of "how is it, are you afraid?".

The 15-year-old Ryoko who held the baby and beat the knife blinked, his expression gradually changed from vigilant to sympathetic, "Okay, then you are a monster."

Nuliang Huapiao naturally heard the girl's disbelief and somewhat perfunctory tone. He made an indescribable nasal sound, and then took a step forward. Suddenly, he crossed a distance of several meters just like when they met for the first time. , directly came to the girl with loose black hair.

He bowed his head slightly, showing an angry expression, his golden eyes were dark.

"Do humans dare to look down on the commander-in-chief of the Nuliang Group?"

Probably because Nuliang's aura at that time was too terrifying, Ryoko completely forgot about attacking, and was about to fall when she opened her eyes wide.

However, she was easily pulled back by the wrist of Nura's slipper covered with brown feathers.

Nuliang Huapiao, who had shown a terrifying momentum just now, put one hand on the tree trunk, and laughed unscrupulously again hahaha.

This is the second time that Liangzi realizes that Nuliang Huapiao is an out-and-out bad-hearted old hooligan.

Fortunately, he still has a pretty face, and there will probably be well-meaning girls to marry him in the future.

"I'm not interested in who you want to kill." After bullying the little human girl and laughing, Nuliang's tone calmed down. "But swordsmanship is not the kind of thing you practiced just now."

"Swordsmanship has only one purpose—"

The tall man surrounded by the rays of light smiled lightly.

"If you don't have the belief in taking off the enemy's head, you will be backlashed by your own killing intent."

The last ray of golden brilliance faded away, and the tip of the silver knife was raised from bottom to top. While cutting off one of the enemy's arms, Ryoko sideways avoided the attack from the three o'clock direction, and a slash opened on her right cheek Faint bloodstains, when a strand of black hair fell to the ground, the girl who stabilized her figure put her hand against the blade, blocking a kick.

If this is Lv.3, is Mr. Immortal Chuan at Lv.10?

The expected numbness of the wrist did not strike, and the girl felt a little grateful in her heart, quickly adjusted her breathing, and raised the knife to cut off the tentacle attacking behind her.

The yellow-green liquid exploded in the air, and the girl who lowered her body did not stop. When one of the ghosts was about to jump back, the girl holding the knife had already dodged in front of him.

One.

There was a sound of broken bones, and Ryoko, whose back hit the tree trunk, had no time to shout out. She turned over in embarrassment with her left hand, and watched the tree trunk, which was punched out by the remaining ghost, vomit a mouthful of blood. .

Ah, although I am conscious, but if the speed is too fast, it will still be too late.

The girl who straightened up thought so.

At this time, the attacking action of the ghost standing in front of the tree suddenly froze. His eyes wandered up and down on the girl's face. After realizing something, he suddenly widened his eyes and said in an unbelievable tone. , "You are the adult..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Under the moonlight, the silver blade split open his head, and in the splash of blood, Yoshiko let go of the handle with trembling hands.

vomit.

The exhausted girl fell to her knees on the ground, her black eyes were filled with water vapor, her mouth was opened wide and she was retching, her black hair covered with a few broken grasses fell down her cheeks.

[No, it's okay...]

The system comforted him guiltily.

[There is always a first time. These guys are just ghosts. Strictly speaking, they are non-living things. Can the host and the host be imagined as chopping a carrot? ]

After finally breathing, Liangzi raised her hand and brushed her hair behind her ears. Half of the girl's delicate face was revealed, and the fear in her eyes disappeared completely when she closed her eyes.

Although what the system said was completely illogical, and it was not feasible to think of cutting ghosts as cutting carrots, but what Liangzi was afraid of and felt disgusted was not because she chopped ghosts.

It was precisely because she chopped off the ghost's head that she didn't feel any fear or strangeness at all, that she couldn't help retching with nausea.

The question that Nura Usa asked...

——She wants to kill Tong Mo.

Her elder brother Tong Mo.

It is because of this that the 13-year-old Ryoko acted like a baby and asked Tongmo for Yaki Hasebe, who was offered by the disciples, and began to secretly practice swords in the yard from the age of 13.

Her brother was killing people—at first just cult members who wanted to go to bliss, and then even the entourage sent to serve her since childhood disappeared.

Who is next?Is it her?

As long as brother, no, as long as Tong Mo dies...

With such a mood in mind, when Tong Mo was listening to the disciples, avoiding servants and hiding to practice sword has become a daily compulsory course for Liangzi.

But even so...

The silver blade broke in two, and under the tall lotus seat, the girl holding the red handle widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Hey, is Yoshiko trying to kill me?"

The golden fan snapped shut, and the man known as the Patriarch stood up in the moonlight.His expression was innocent, and the flowing starlight shimmered in those glazed eyes.

When Tong Mo moved around, he didn't make a sound.In the cold and lonely Japanese room, he propped his chin and squatted in front of Liangzi.

After touching the girl's ear with cold fingertips, Tong Mo combed her sister's hair looking natural and skillful.

The man reflected in the girl's eyes looked a bit confused, he tilted his head, and after a long while suddenly laughed as if he suddenly realized.

"Ah! I see. Does Ryoko want to play with me? Hmm... But I accidentally broke Ryoko's toy. It's okay. Let's choose another one together later."

The brighter Tong Mo smiled with her chin propped up, the faster the emotion of despair exploded along the blood vessels in her body.

"Ah, yes, yes."

Tong Mo opened the golden steel fan in his hand, and displayed it in front of his sister like offering a treasure.

"I specially asked someone to engrave the words that Ryoko painted for me!"

On the pattern of lotus, the stick figures reflecting the sun look out of place.

The blinking Tong Mo drooped his head aggrievedly because he didn't wait for his sister's compliment, but this emotion was only for a moment.

Tong Mo, who quickly regained his energy, raised his hand, rubbed the top of his sister's hair, and said in a comforting tone with his eyebrows bent.

"Yoxi, yoxi, my Ryoko is still a child~"

The same blood flowed in her and Tong Mo's bodies.

From the day she was 16 years old, Ryoko knew clearly that she might never be able to kill her brother.

How could my brother not know that she wanted to kill him.Probably discovered it a long time ago.

The reason why he didn't mention it, and even used funny jokes to fool him, was because he didn't pay attention to Yoshiko who was holding the knife at all.

The more she struggled, the happier he was watching.

Ah, what is it like?

Probably a canary that was locked in a cage and allowed to be teased by people outside the cage.