As we all know, winding zero is a human being

Compared with Zero, the current scene is actually a bit embarrassing.

The tired silk thread dissipated in the air without end, even he felt confused, let alone those swordsmen who didn't know what kind of danger they were in.

The hem of the clothes stopped fluttering in the wind, and Zero realized that he didn't have a scabbard after he retracted the knife and returned it to its sheath, so he wiped off the bright red blood on the sun wheel knife without even looking at it.

He smiled and raised his head to look at the swordsman whom he had snatched the knife to kill their team leader, and tried to use a soft tone that could pierce people's anger: "Do you think you are stronger than him?"

The swordsman blushed. If eyes could kill, Ling felt that he might have died a hundred times.

"You—" the swordsman was speechless, but the others had already flinched.

"It's impossible to fight...Senior Konda is the strongest among us...Wow, I, I don't want to die yet..."

"What's the point of being afraid of death? People who are not afraid of death have problems." Zero nodded caringly so that the words of those swordsmen didn't fall to the ground. "So why don't you run?"

The foreshadowing depressive atmosphere finally took effect. In fact, before he spoke, some swordsmen turned around and ran away. Tired, who didn't quite understand the situation in front of him, didn't make any moves to pursue him. Only his family members silently did the finishing touches. dirty work.

I don't know how many can run out, Ling looked at the swordsman whose feet seemed to be rooted and still standing still, he tilted his head in puzzlement: "If you don't run, do you still want to get your knife back? "

He shook his fingers: "That's not going to work—"

Finally, stimulated by Zero's actions, he came back to his senses, something on his face was glowing in embarrassment, and the swordsman roared out with almost all his strength: "Who the hell are you?!"

Zero clenched his fist and covered his mouth, turned around and glanced at Wu Mi who didn't know when he was standing under the shadow of the tree and didn't come forward, and said in a discussing tone: "Can I not kill him? Just let him go back Report a letter of promise to the then-in-charge, so that they will stop worrying about what news they can get from me."

Wu Mi raised her eyes and looked at him suddenly unaware of the blood that was slowly flowing down her cheek, but she was not as happy as he imagined: "...up to you."

It seemed that something had collapsed and cracked badly, and he was too lazy to poke it, and he didn't bother to dig into it.

"Speaking of which, this knife is quite handy," Ling was even happier after receiving Wu Mi's words that were almost equivalent to agreement. He walked over and pulled off the scabbard on the swordsman's belt, avoiding it. When the oncoming fist hit him, he leaned sideways and whispered in the swordsman's ear: "Wind zero, remember it."

"If you want revenge in the future, I'll be there for you at any time?"

The cicadas sang very long on the trees in the courtyard, rolling and making noise without fear of death under the hot sun.

When he was yawning and walking down the stairs, Zero was surprised to find that there was a person... a ghost guarding the stairs on the first floor, and passed by the old ghost who seemed to be in a daze with a loose consciousness. His goal was very clear. , went straight to the kitchen.

Nightmare, who was paler than before, came back to his senses and realized that he had been ignored. His eyes were out of focus, and his body was still stained with blood.

I went to the kitchen and fried two eggs for breakfast when I was done. Often at this time, Ling still misses the time when Miss Cook was still there.

The fried egg rolled with oil was as golden as the sun outside, and he took the toast bread he purchased yesterday from the cabinet, and sliced ​​it into thin slices with a kitchen knife as sharp as a sun-knife, sandwiching the fried egg After getting up, it is considered a meal.

Ah, don’t get me wrong, when the servants in this mansion were disbanded two years ago, everyone’s contract was terminated peacefully. After working for a long time, they got a lot of money. This mansion has not been found by others. It can be said that people at this time are still very serious about the spirit of contract.

"Hey...Your Excellency, are you really relaxed?"

When passing by Nightmare with a plate, Zero was very surprised to hear the other party's eccentricity, and he said uncertainly: "Is it sick again? If you are sick, you should treat it early, or..."

Or can you go and talk to Tong Mo about your condition?

After being choked, Nightmare's face turned ugly, but as if thinking of something, a blush soon appeared on his face again.

With a soft tone, he said, "Is the relationship between you and your lord really good?"

Zero shook his hand holding the plate, turned around and looked Nightmare up and down very seriously.

The ghost lines floating in front of his eyes were almost covered by the flushed blood. Although he didn't know why his face was so red, Ling felt that the emotion was directed at the person upstairs who was making a conclusion. The ancestor of the ghost went.

Xia Xianyi in front of him, doesn't he want to develop an office romance...?

While that's not an unreasonable thing to do, ghosts can't, or at least shouldn't.

However, when Zero didn't have too many thoughts and was hesitant to speak, Nightmare said to himself: "Ah, although I like to see other people's unfortunate appearances more, but if Master Wu Mi bestows it... Sure enough OK?"

zero:"……?"

How could he feel that he saw a Du Wei transforming into... something strange?

He really couldn't accept this, but thank you for the invitation, he accepted it because of the goodwill he could get between his teeth.

Nightmare, who had been pardoned in advance and walked out of the study, did not stay long, and not long after he left, Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi also walked out of the study where he had stayed all night, his frowning did not relax. With a group of subordinates who are all useless, one glance at Ling can tell how the final meeting was going from midnight last night to this morning.

Bloody sounds could still be heard through the two doors, so it was no wonder that he knocked on his door when he was only halfway through, and crawled into his bed.

It has to be said that the ancestor of the ghost really has not changed his original intention in terms of double standards, and has thoroughly implemented unreasonableness.

Seeing Ling and everyone sitting on the sofa with a sandwich and reading the newspaper, the crumbs of bread rolled down on the expensive sofa is not the focus of Wu Mi's attention. He squinted his eyes and walked over, bending over slightly The broken hair fell on the open shirt collar, and the tip of desolate nose rubbed against the side of his neck very familiarly.

"No." Zero had no choice but to put away the newspaper and push it lightly, "There are still fresh type A blood and type B blood in the freezer in the basement, twice this month—hiss."

"Type A? Type B?" He continued to leave his traces on the extremely fragile place again, and Wu Mi didn't realize how wrong this development was, so he licked the wound again, "Contact Things that will go bad in the air, you use those to perfuse me?"

"...If I was killed by those little bastards who came to seek revenge because of blood loss, would you be happy to reload the file?"

Wu Mi stood up and said indifferently: "Then don't go out these days."

Before he could finish the meaningful second sentence, Zero calmly tossed the newspaper and covered it in front of his eyes: "That's what you said, weren't you still satisfied with their progress in finding the blue Bana flower last night?"

"...Can you be of any use as a human being?" Wu Mi sneered, but recalled the gloomy eyes of the useless subordinates who hesitated for a long time last night and couldn't say anything nutritious. Obscure.

Hearing the sound, Ling looked up at him, but silently, those plum red eyes moved away first as if they were very tolerant.

"Let's go first when you're tired," Zero gnawed the handmade sandwich without taste. When he was free, he inadvertently wiped the side of his neck, rubbing the platelets with his hand as expected, "Miss Ming and I I said hello and asked her to come tonight, I'm going to visit the prostitute Taro."

"...what to do?" Wu Mi didn't expect him to say that, just about to frown and look at the good deeds of his talents, he raised his eyebrows and then stretched out his hand to rub it with his fingertips, "Is it a blame?"

Zero slapped that hand off expressionlessly: "Did I expect that your self-control would be particularly poor today when I greeted you?"

Some things can't be stopped once they get started for the first time. For example, Wu Mi finally stopped concealing his desire for the smell of his blood, and for example, he has been on the streets of Tokyo in the past two years. The ghost killing team also had several unexpected encounters.

His activity time includes both night and day. Under the double chance, he was found twice when he went out to do errands. Fortunately, the ghost hunter, who was not a pillar-level swordsman, was identified by him as a person on the streets of Tokyo. The patrolman got rid of it.

The ban on knives is a troublesome thing, but it is really easy to use after mastering the rules. He tries to only carry short knives of short rib length when he goes out, and it is difficult to be noticed if he hides them in his sleeves.

However, the Ghost Killing Squad, who had been in a few rounds and suffered a few losses, also learned to avoid the patrolmen on the street, and the methods of sneak attacking from dark alleys or in the wilderness became better and better every time. Negative.

Tsk, I don't know who is the villain, damn it? !

The uninvigorating day, full of summer flowers, was quickly passed away, and Miss Naruto, who had a fairly accurate sense of time, showed up at the mansion when the last twilight fell below the horizon.

You only need to go through the transfer station of Infinite City to reach any place Naruko can see. When she jumped out of the shoji door and landed at her feet, she was surprised to find that she did not land directly in the oiran's room as usual .

Going out of the alley is Yoshiwara Avenue. Electric lights replaced the lanterns under the eaves of the wandering girls facing the street. Seeing the sight of tourists blocking the streets, Zero understood why Naruto sent him here. .

Although the passers-by on both sides were still walking forward uncontrollably, they even slowed down their breathing quietly at this time, as if they were afraid that the faint sound that could not be heard would disturb the beautifully dressed young lady Oiran.

Seeing the world with a lantern is the lead, followed by four bald men holding the oiran's necessities, and behind Xiaomei there are some older Xinzao, but no matter what, people will still unanimously put themselves His eyes stayed on the bright moon held up by the stars.

Tonight happened to be in the Oiran Road. The six hairpins on the high bun were as complicated as the craftsman could imagine. Every step was taken steadily, but there was not even a soft smile in those golden pupils.

Condescendingly looking down and slightly tilting her head, it was Xiaomei who was angry again.

Ling, who is not used to being crowded with people, looked around after a glimpse, as if he saw something, he was slightly stunned, then climbed on the roof tiles, turned over and jumped, and stared in front of Jian Shifan who was guarding the door. Before Hua could find anyone, he climbed into the large horizontal casement on the second floor.

He seemed to deliberately lose his strength, and he kicked over one of the jugs placed on the tatami, and then, just like the script was written, the wandering girl in the room screamed out in a very unfamiliar way.

"Hey, ah, although it's a pleasant surprise to see you here, can't you be gentle?"

Behind the half-covered golden fan, a pair of colorful eyes were half-closed with smiles.

As if through the torrent of time.