[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

Qi Luo thought of the small advertisement for treating kidney deficiency posted on the electric pole out of time: If you don't try the depth, how will you know the length?

No, she refuses.

The purposefulness of this young man is too strong. Qiluo appreciates this personality but doesn't like it, because she is also like this.

When she was a teenager, she loved beauty, who didn't have such a youthful moment, she only thought that Yukimura Seichi was grieving for the weakness of her right hand, after all, a teenager is the age when she loves to have sex dreams, and her right hand can't be used to relieve it, think about it this way ...and it's really sad enough.

After thinking about it for him, Qi Luo felt great sympathy: "Don't worry, your right hand will be fine, it will cheer up and accompany you through the long dark night of life..."

Yukimura Seiichi choked up: "Really."

Why did he feel a little strange when he heard this?

Qi Luo suddenly asked: "As you said, you have a friend who likes swords, right?"

Yukimura Seichi nodded: "Yes, his name is Genichiro Sanada."

He paused, without hiding his curiosity: "What happened to Sanada Genichiro?"

Qi Luo said: "It's nothing, do you want to watch me eat the cake?"

"Eh?"

Qi Luo went to his bed and sat down: "It's better for sick people to eat less greasy food, just watch me eat it."

The aroma of food revived Yukimura Seiichi's stomach. He had been tossing for almost a day. He hadn't eaten yet, and his stomach felt empty for a while. Smelling this aroma was almost fatal.

Yukimura Seichi knew that this girl probably did it on purpose without guessing. He smiled wryly: "Even if I did something wrong before, please don't treat me like this. Human torture or something is too cruel."

Qi Luo remained indifferent, opened a piece of chocolate mousse beside his bed, scooped it up with a spoon in small mouthfuls, ate very gracefully, and didn't get any on his lips.

Now Yukimura Seiichi can be sure that she did it on purpose.

This is not hot food, is it necessary to blow it all the time?

so hungry...

Yukimura Seiichi leaned against the bed with a tangled face, trying not to let his stomach growl, that would be too embarrassing.

This is simply inhumane, Yukimura Seiichi wanted to scare her suddenly, but as soon as she stretched her face, Kira covered her with a fork of mousse cream.

She threw away the fork casually: "You are too slow."

Yukimura Seiichi said: "I am very hungry, and I am also a patient."

The implication is to condemn her for being impatient with patients.

Qi Luo stretched out her hand, and Yukimura Seiichi gave her the wallet knowingly: "Trouble..."

"Patients should have the consciousness of patients."

Yukimura Seichi was helpless: "Then just do whatever you want. If you want to eat, you can just buy it directly. Just treat it as a thank you for running errands."

Although there was no external injury to his body, the rolling in the middle of the night almost exhausted his physical strength. Now he has no strength in his bones, and he is a little weak even when he stands up.

The last sentence: "Remember to wear a mask."

Back in the hospital, he had suffered a lot of "love debts" because of his good looks. A lot of hospitalized children and girls were crying and laughing when they sent him out of the hospital. The scene was so chaotic.

Crying because he is going to be discharged from the hospital, and laughing because he is going to be discharged from the hospital.

It's sad to think about it this way. There are always good and bad sides in this world. The world kisses me badly, and I reciprocate with song.

The blue sky and white clouds outside the window, the wind gently blows the curtains, sweeping away the sweltering heat of early summer.

In a few months, the national competition will be held. Although the personnel has changed a lot compared to the middle school period, every school is the same. If others can make it through, Lihai naturally loses for no reason.

If he hadn't been sick at the beginning, no matter whether Echizen Ryoma had surpassed himself and opened up the realm of selflessness or had other special abilities, whether he could win or not would definitely not be a matter of fifty or five.

Yukimura Seiichi was just a little bit regretful that his nostalgic sentimentality didn't help.

Yukimura Seiichi's hospital bed was leaning against the window, and he leaned his head to look out the window. There was a girl downstairs with dazzling blond hair, walking towards the building with a bag.

The action is really fast.

Not all girls like strong boys, and it feels good to be taken care of by showing weakness once in a while to show the side that needs help.

Although it was the first time to do this kind of thing, Yukimura Seiichi lay back on the hospital bed familiarly, turned his head, and just met Qi Luo who pushed the door and walked in: "Thank you, you are back."

The aroma of food exuded from the bag, and Qiluo handed him the bento box, which contained steaming white porridge.

Yukimura Seichi ate what was in the bowl and looked at what was in the pot: "What did you eat?"

Don't blame him for being half-hearted, it's because the aroma in the other bag is too strong.

Taste is a wonderful thing, and it often becomes strange inadvertently.People who usually like to eat salty food may suddenly like sour food after pregnancy. People who usually have a mild taste will suddenly want to eat spicy food when they are sick, even though they did not have a cold for this before.

Qi Luo had already decided to torture him to the end in front of the bed, and slowly opened the bag: "I saw a ready-made burnt bird and bought it, but you can't eat it."

Yukimura Seiichi finished a bowl of porridge with the aroma of the other party's skewers.

The heart and stomach were hit twice, he managed to finish the porridge, and smiled reluctantly: "I can't always call you Miss Shopkeeper, my name is Yukimura Seiichi, I am a student in the first grade of Lihai University High School, and I am still short grown up in a few months."

He deliberately emphasized the word "adult".

Qi Luo said: "Qi Luo, I am many, many years older than you."

Yukimura Seichi said: "It doesn't matter, I will catch up with you soon."

Qi Luo was packing the box, when she heard this, she tilted her head and smiled: "You?"

"Can't I?"

"You can't do it, this distance is too long." She stood a little further away and evaluated objectively: "For your leg length, this is too difficult a task."

Yukimura Seiichi: ...

Don't you just want to say that he has short legs!

***

Jingji Chang went to the Sanada family.

One is a veteran exorcist, and the other is a veteran kendo family. Both of them mark the glory and brand of an era, and there is no contradiction in getting along.

The eldest son of the Sanada family introduced the exorcist into the courtyard: "Mr. Dechang, this is the center of the Sanada family."

The ancient Taoist family attaches the most importance to the ancient meaning. A living spring was introduced in the courtyard, and the trickle flowed down along the terrain to water the vegetation in the courtyard, full of vitality.

The aristocratic family really has the demeanor of an aristocratic family. The site selection and construction of the house were all determined by the onmyoji's calculations. There was no collision, and the atmosphere became longer as time went by.The leader of the Sanada family led Jingji Chang into the door all the way, and noticed the changes in his expression from time to time, trying to see something from it.

After all, the two families have never had any contact before, and the other party is an exorcist, so it's hard not to let them think too much about such a visit.

Both were human sperm, one tried to inquire, the other pretended not to know anything, and drank tea together peacefully.

Zhang Jingsi came here with a mission today, so it is naturally impossible to keep pretending to be stupid like this: "Mr. Sanada, I have a presumptuous question I want to ask."

"Please say."

"Is your father in poor health recently, often feeling unwell in the head, and having frequent dreams when falling asleep?"

Sanada's hand holding the tea stopped: "You are indeed right. My father often has nightmares recently, but after waking up, he can't remember what happened in the dream. It doesn't seem to improve after calling a family doctor. We are worrying about this matter. .”

He didn't ask how Zhang Jingsi knew about this matter, since this person came today, he must have come prepared, there is no need for him to speak up.

The field Jingji said: "Can you take me to Mr. Sanada's room? I think I may know the reason."

Sanada nodded: "Okay, please follow me."

The two walked through the courtyard, passed several corridors, and finally stopped in front of the largest and quaint room. Sanada waited outside the door: "Father, Mr. Dechang is here."

An old man's cough was heard from the door: "Please let him in."

Zhang Jingsi walked in with someone behind him. In the Japanese-style room, an old man was sitting and resting facing the window. He looked a little tired and seemed unable to lift his spirits.

"Father, are you feeling better today?"

Sanada Genemon waved his hand: "It's not bad, the body is still passable."

Zhang Jingsi remembered what Qi Luo said, "It's okay" in a man's mouth is actually the same as "It's up to you" in a woman's mouth. They are both a kind of compromise with the status quo. Be discouraged and don't say such things lightly.

Although Genemon Sanada is old, his eyes are as sharp as a falcon, he firmly locked Shizuji Ma: "Mr. Deba, what do you see from this old man?"

"Evil spirit."

As soon as these words came out, the two men narrowed their eyes, and Sanada who brought him in became serious: "Mr. Dechang, you are a bit offensive."

Chang Jingsi said, "You used to be a policeman."

Sanada Genemon said, "Yes, I used to be a policeman, but I still am."

Being a policeman by profession is not a private thing, just ask around casually.

"That's understandable." Zhang Jingsi approached, put his hand on the wall, and closed his eyes to feel it: "If you are not a police officer, I am afraid that you would not be able to bear such a heavy hostility."

Genemon Sanada sternly: "Why?"

"The location of this mansion is really well chosen. Choosing here can not only guarantee Feng Shui, but also have a suppressive effect."

Zhang Jingsi took his hand back, and there was a black aura in the palm of his hand, which was crushed by his stretching out: "I am afraid that something was suppressed under this land hundreds of years ago, and later it was built on top of the land." The mansion, if I guessed correctly, from a height, the shape of this mansion is probably in the shape of the Eight Diagrams."

No need to wait for an answer, as long as you see the expressions on the faces of the two Sanada men, you will know that everything is right.

In order to cover up this gossip shape, they planted a lot of tall trees in the mansion to cover up the walls and the particularly obvious parts of the inner courtyard, so as not to cause too many disputes.

As for why the mansion was built like this, there was an explanation in the family letter left by the Sanada family, but it was lost during World War II. Later generations did not dare to change the rules set by their ancestors at will. The old welcomes the new without major changes.

The corners of Zhang Jingsi's mouth curled up slightly, obviously smiling, but there was a chill all over his body: "The things under the ground can't be suppressed any longer."

As if in response to his words, the whole ground trembled a few times, Genemon Sanada's expression changed, he glanced at the panicked eldest son, and finally said in a deep voice: "Mr. There must be a way to solve this kind of thing. No matter what the cost, I beg you to come forward and solve this matter."

Chang Jingsi said, "Okay."

***

Although the members of the Sanada family also guessed a lot about the things sealed under the house, some guessed monsters, and some guessed other things, but they just didn't expect it to be a knife.

However, they quickly accepted this answer. After all, they belonged to a family of swordsmanship, and they were destined to be related to knives. It is not difficult to understand how to attract a knives.

Sanada Genemon supported his weak body and followed Ma Jingji to the place he had determined.

No matter how powerful a seal is, it can't stand the wear and tear of so many years, and after the war, the resentment increases, which is equivalent to adding help to the sealed things to break free from the seal. It is all thanks to the Sanada family that they have been able to persist until now. Kendo family.

What is suppressed is that a sword with a spirit will have a good impression on humans who also use swords. On the other hand, the sword itself is a fierce tool, and Sanada Genemon has been a policeman for a long time. There were some evil spirits, and it was precisely because these evil spirits suppressed the evil that nothing happened.

It's just that Patriarch Sanada alone can't support himself, and he won't last long. If he stays in this mansion for a few more days, I'm afraid he will have to go to Santuchuan in advance.

Zhang Jingsi didn't set up a formation and cast spells like the gods and gods that other people imagined by the demon masters. He just embedded a scale the size of an adult's palm into the ground.

I don't know what kind of animal's scale it is, it's so big, and it's pure gold, it seems to be a piece of real gold.

Soon they noticed that the aura around them was constantly changing. Even as ordinary people, the naked eye could not detect the visual changes, but the long-term practice of swordsmanship also allowed them to develop fighting instincts in peacetime—the surrounding air Like the crowded bubbles in a boiling pot, the air became thinner and it was difficult for them to breathe.

The person who got this seal is definitely a master of yin and yang. The real yin and yang art originated in China, including the principles of the heavenly stems, earthly branches and the operation of the sun, moon and stars. It is not just the art itself. At least the brain is better than the average person.

In the past, Zhang Jingsi might not have the confidence to subdue the knife below. Although he is powerful, he is young after all, and he knows the truth beyond the sky.

For example, Natsume Takashi.

Although he hasn't systematically learned how to eliminate demons, he is born with a powerful spiritual power that ordinary spiritual beings covet. This is an innate talent, and there is no way he can be jealous.

However, Zhang Jingsi would not be jealous of these things, he has his own skills.

But it's different now, he has a beautiful dragon scale in his hand, the dragon is the righteous god of heaven and earth, and also an ancient god, and the powerful righteousness that comes with him can suppress or even directly destroy these evil spirits, but the higher the god, the less he likes to mix it with him. Kazuto's business is just such a piece, and it has to be given to Natsume Takashi after it is used up.

Only Zhang Jingsi could see the golden righteousness swirling into the ground, while the others could only see the fallen leaves dancing in the courtyard without wind, and the bamboo curtains were rattling, as if something was blowing Desperately tearing them apart.

There were not many people present, but seeing this scene, they couldn't help but gather together.

This was a struggle without any suspense, and the golden aura on the dragon scale quickly rolled up the things buried in the soil.

The flat soil surface was sorted by the gardener, as if seeds had broken out of it, and the yellow ground was cracked inch by inch, revealing something like a head stalk.

The Sanada family, who were familiar with the sword and breathed together, immediately recognized what it was with this little clue: "The sword—it seems to be..."

Little by little, the knife grew out of the soil.

Sanada Genemon sighed, seeming to understand, but also a pity.

Zhang Jingsi pulled out the dragon scale, grasped the handle of the knife, pulled out the knife whose tip was still buried in the soil, and pointed it straight at the sky. The purple evil energy could only be tightly wrapped around the sword because it was covered by righteous energy. body.The sword hummed continuously, it was the trembling of seeing the sun again.Zhang Jingsi separated the knife from the sheath, and the silver knife came out of the sheath at once, cutting off a clump of flowers and plants on the ground at a distance of several meters, and withered when it fell to the ground.

Genemon Sanada sighed loudly: "Yobou Muramasa!"

Muramasa is actually not the name of a certain sword, but the name of the swordsmith family. It is the name of the swordsmith in Ise from the middle of Muromachi to the Tensho period for about 100 years. The swords cast by Muramasa are collectively called Muramasa by later generations. It doesn't just refer to a certain one.

The Muramasa family only made the sharpest and most practical swords, but it was because they were too sharp that they took the lives of many people, especially the life of Tokugawa Ieyasu's grandfather Matsudaira Kiyoyasu, which made Tokugawa Ieyasu very jealous , Since then, it has been called the Demon Sword Muramasa, and it is forbidden to spread among the people.

And the sword that hurt Matsudaira Qingkang was the most famous of all demon swords.

The cold blade, the domineering blade energy, this is the blade of arrogance.

Chang Jingsi sheathed the sharp knife: "Qianzi Muromasa."

He turned his head to look at Genemon Sanada: "The demon sword Chiko Muramasa is the price."

Although everyone knew that this was the demon sword Muramasa, they didn't know that it was actually the sword with the most historical origin, the Senko Muramasa, which was once stained with the blood of Tokugawa Ieyasu and the blood of countless famous ministers!

Qianzi Village Zheng, this turned out to be Qianzi Village Zheng!

The famous sword was taken away as soon as it came out. Many members of the Sanada family, who love swords like their lives, showed distressed expressions, but no one spoke out to stop it.

Although the sword is good, Bushido pays more attention to keeping one's word.

Words are like a knife falling, only going but never returning.

It is impossible to say that there is no trace of regret, but Sanada Genemon has gone through time and has not been dazzled by the benefits in front of him. This sword is very demonic, and it has harmed him not long ago. It is definitely not the Sanada family. A sword that ordinary people can own.

Forget it, he sighed, comforting everyone Sanada, and at the same time it was a beating: "Qianzi Village has not been corrupted or corroded for several years, and the blade is still as sharp as ever. However, it turns into a sword that hurts people, which is against Sanada Kendo."

Sanada's juniors all agreed, but Zhang Jingji took a look.

Now that the sword is in his hands, he has no intention of staying any longer: "I'm really sorry to bother you this time, and Zhang Jingsi will definitely pay a formal visit in the future."

Others might not be able to hear anything, but Genemon Sanada tilted his head and smiled: Although Shiba Shizuji is from the family of Daba, there are still some differences between the two.

The old monk, the head of the Sanada family, sat down: "This is the one who should say thank you. It is the old man. If this demon sword is still under the house of the Sanada family, I don't know how much harm it will cause."

Chang Jingji smiled playfully: "Senior Sanada thinks very openly, which is really admirable."

"You don't have to look up to me. A knife is a knife, and a person is a person. No matter how precious a knife is, it is still a tool. It should be controlled by people, not over others. If a person loses his nature, he can't control the sword. He seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. It’s normal, knowing the difference between serious and serious is the most important thing.”

The juniors of the Sanada family stood respectfully and listened to the instruction.

Zhang Jingsi nodded, and held the junior ceremony: "Too much trouble today, it's time to say goodbye, goodbye."

Genemon Sanada sent someone to see him off, but Shizuka did not refuse.

Both of them are clear in their hearts. This is a transaction in itself where each gets what he needs. It’s not about who owes who. It’s just that there is such a relationship, and it can be regarded as a relationship. There is no need to be unfamiliar when they meet in the future. .

A sword that ordinary people can't handle, of course a demon master can do it.

***

Sanada Genemon's guess was right.

Chang Jingsi did not return to the family's dojo, but stopped in the mountains outside the family, where a simple barrier was set up, of course it couldn't prevent any big monsters, Qi Luo couldn't even hook his fingers It can be easily broken without using it.

But this enchantment is not used for defense, it is just an enchantment that shields the breath.

He took out the knife.

Zhang Jingsi cut his finger with a sharp knife, and the bright red blood immediately slid along the blade to the handle, leaving some traces in the groove on the knife. The blood stains became heavier and heavier, and finally on the knife left a mark.

Qianzi Village was shaking violently, and Chang Jingsi tightly held the handle of the knife, preventing him from breaking free and escaping.

Qi Luo told him her conjecture: she smelled the smell of the demon sword on Yukimura Seiichi's body, but the smell was not strong, as if she got it by accident.

Contacting friends of Seiichi Yukimura, it is easy to deduce that it is Genichiro Sanada.

Zhang Jingsi intends to subdue this knife, and does not intend to hide it from Qiluo, because under the suppression of absolute strength, all concealment becomes the most stupid act, it is better to confess honestly, and it can make the opponent more Glancing at him, he knew that Qi Luo would not be interested in this kind of sword.

But it's hard to say - after all, Qi Luo already has a sword Fusangshen named Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada beside her.

But he urgently needs strength, so he can only cut first and play later.

As long as Qianzicunzheng is subdued, presumably Qiluo won't say much, after getting along these days, he understands what kind of god this is.

The first encounter between them was one-sided, only he saw Qi Luo, but Qi Luo didn't notice him.

Twenty years ago, the previous Patriarch of the Chang family was requested by the Tokyo Tower Observation Restaurant to arrange spells in person to reduce the over-sharp aura. Those who can remedy the situation will add spells.

Twenty years later, the restaurant is still there, but the power of the seal has been greatly weakened. Unexpectedly, what happened decades ago happened in the same place again, and this time Chang Jingsi was still a step too late. , The murder that happened in the restaurant this time is a continuation of decades ago.

It was late again, and Zhang Jingsi rarely regretted it. After re-fixing the seal, he sat in the restaurant and drank a bottle of mulled wine by himself.

Then I saw Kira and Atobe Keigo.

Zhang Jingsi saw it at a glance, it was a god, a fallen god.

If it were other gods, he might not have the idea of ​​subduing them for his own use, but this one can't.Regardless of technical considerations or ability considerations, the local fallen gods will be increasingly corroded by the dark breath, and finally become a part of the darkness. When the darkness is eliminated, these fallen gods will also be eliminated.

But the other party is obviously not, whether it is pure darkness or the power of the righteous god, they are just tools in Qi Luo's hands.

The one who controls people is the best, and he has become a Fallen Angel but is not afraid of the darkness. This is not something he can control.

To be able to be the head of the family, ability is the second priority, and the most important thing is not to be brain-dead or delusional and not to bring disaster to the family.

Besides, the really superior method, Shiba Jingji has already learned it from Natsume Takashi.

Those who attack people first attack the heart.

If Qi Luo is willing to marry him in the end, then this is the best ending.

Although Keigo Atobe has heard of Jingji Ma, and knows that the other party is an extremely outstanding person, but this excellence can only be placed in ordinary people.

He doesn't have the slightest spiritual power, and he can't even see ghosts like Natsume Takashi.

How can we be together with the gods like this? The two people's concepts are very different, and sooner or later they will be separated. He has seen too many such things before.

Zhang Jingsi disdains to take the initiative to expose. Although he is utilitarian, he still has a bottom line principle. Anyway, separation is a certainty. He doesn't have to be this villain. mud.

As for now.

Zhang Jingsi held Qianzi Murozheng tightly, adding another scar on the palm of his hand, pouring blood down the knife, and took out the best charm and stuck it on it.

Qianzi Village is slowly calming down, as if it has been tamed.

He tried to let go, but the knife did not move any more.

Zhang Jingsi chanted softly: "O sword without a master, show your human form in this world. I am your new master, Chang Jingsi of the exorcist."

A flash of silver light flashed by, and Zhang Jingsi narrowed his eyes to avoid the sharp light.

Like the projection of a movie, a purple light reflected from the blade of Qianzi Muramasa, and slowly condensed and formed in the open space beside it. At first, it was a round light cluster, which gradually elongated and became thinner. , the silhouette gradually approached a mature man, his figure seemed to be extremely tall, and he had long hair.

The light completely dissipated.

Standing in the open space was an incomparably fit man. His chest was bare, like those literary youths in ancient Greece, with extremely full chest muscles and strong arms exposed. Silver hair slid down from his shoulders and hung down to his waist. occasion.

He holds a knife in his hand, which is his real sword, Qianzi Muramasa.

Chang Jingsi didn't approach, and didn't say anything.

There is something wrong with this knife.

His aura didn't match his new master, not at all.

Qianzicun was holding a knife and laughing wildly, his long hair was blown by the wind, looking very confused.

After he finished laughing, the tip of Qianzi Muramasa's knife in his hand slowly pointed at Chang Jingsi: "Do you think I don't have any memory? You are not the one who conquered me. How dare you pretend to be my master?" ?”

"How could I take off in front of a guy like you?"

Qianzi Village is full of indifference: "Only my master can make me undress."

Shiba Jingji: ...

He doesn't want to see big men naked!His eyes are too hot!

Zhang Jingsi looked at the dragon scale in his hand and regretted it.

This seems to be... a bit of a knife.

Stealing a chicken won't cost you a lot of rice. If I had known at the beginning... I would have let Qianzicunzheng continue to be a knife.

***

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong watched in shock, and Zhang Jingsi brought a handful, no, brought a person back.

Then that person actually got the master's favor by sitting like a rocket.

Calling Qianzicunzheng into the bedroom even when he was sleeping was an unprecedented thing, Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Although they are both swordsmen, he doesn't know the behavior of this newcomer, nor does he know what kind of personality he is.

Husky pressed his body against the door secretly. As a dog, his detection ability is much higher than Taidao.

"Take off" "Don't" "Ya Butterfly" was faintly heard in the room...

One person and one dog stood outside the door, desolate like fossils.

It's all Shiba's fault!

They turned their heads, and Zhang Jingsi suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

***

Qi Luo laughed happily on the bed.

Qianzicunzheng has recognized her as the master, and it is still without Qiluo's knowledge, and Qianzicunzheng has her smell on him. It is not difficult to imagine that Zhang Jingsi probably used dragon scales to kill her. The ones that were taken away were originally the lowest gods like Fusangshen, and it didn't take much effort to subdue them.

But the sword Fusangshen is different, especially the swords that have been stained with the blood of their masters. They have been tempered by time and are full of fierceness. They can go to the battlefield at any time.Even Zhang Jingsi had to consider how to avoid the damage of sharp objects before subduing them.

Although Qiluo's dragon scales can be used to subdue them quickly, the disadvantages are also obvious.

They don't recognize the first person they see when they open their eyes like the chicks, but judge who is the real master based on the breath that wakes them up from the sword.

Obviously, Qiluo's dragon scales were used, and what Qianzi Village was feeling was naturally Qiluo's breath.

She was lying on the bed with her back against the head of the bed, looking at the new sword with interest: "You are the demon sword Qianzi Muramasa?"

It's really dressed like a monster.

A man, it doesn't matter if his arms and chest are exposed, but he is still wearing high boots, and the part from the upper part of his thigh to the root of his thigh is also exposed. It's just...

Qianzicun was standing respectfully beside her bed. There was indeed a monster aura coiling around her body, but the suppression of the dragon aura could not be seen at all.

These demon knives have killed a few people, but in fact they are not enough to watch.

When the emperor was angry, he laid down millions of corpses. Regardless of the divine sword, it is the Xuanyuanzhan Lutai'a sword in the hands of human emperors. Which one was not born in the ashes of countless lives? Killing one is a murder, and killing tens of thousands Weixiong, compared to his seniority, this knife is still very tender, and its viciousness is only that little.

No wonder it looks so cute, the hair on its head is still standing up into two rabbit ears to force it to be cute.

Qi Luo said: "I don't keep useless knives here, if you keep them, what can you do for me?"

Qianzicun is full of lust with a smile: "I can relieve your mental pressure. I heard that striptease is also popular in the human world... As long as you see the clothes being taken off one by one, you will feel very happy ..."

"No."

"Huh? Why not?"

Qi Luo sat up from the bed in a swish: "Say what you just said again!"

Qianzi Village was puzzled, but still followed suit: "Why don't you?"

"No, it's a little bit higher."

Qianzicunzheng's eyes lit up: "It will be very pleasant..."

"wrong."

There is always something in her mind that she ignores, but she can't think of it no matter how much she thinks about it, it gives her a headache.

Qi Luo impatiently ordered: "Repeat what you just said from the beginning to the end, and don't miss a single breath."

Qianzi Village is the chef's knife, and he has always carried out the master's orders word by word. He recalled it for a while, and then repeated what he said just now.

Until the word "pleasure" was mentioned, Qi Luo finally showed a satisfied expression: "That's right, this is it, let's do it a few more times, with a lower voice and a little longer."

Qianzicun was in a daze.

He quickly realized: "...Ah?"

"Huh?"

Qianzi Village is finding its way to the top!

Qianzicun was actively approaching, but Qiluo didn't stop him.

He squatted down shamelessly, put his chin on the edge of the bed like a dog begging for favor with his rabbit ears on his head, his voice was low and magnetic, and it was so numb that people couldn't close their legs.

A very inductive voice sounded in Qi Luo's ear: "Don't take this opportunity to take off my clothes? Huh?"

The candlestick outside the door cut Guangzhong as if he was facing an enemy, and patted the husky who was eavesdropping: "What did they say?"

Husky whimpered: "Wow!"

"Take off?"

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong took a deep breath: "What else?"

"No."

Qi Luo unexpectedly had a very good temper, she asked and answered questions with him with a smile on her face, and from time to time she reached out to tease the pair of fake rabbit ears on Qianzicunzheng's head: "Keep talking, don't stop."

Tsurumaru Husky: "Wow, woof!"

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong bit the handkerchief: "Don't stop?"

If you want to choose the sleeper, why not choose him!He is also very good!Absolutely no worse than that muscular man!

Qianzicun was slowly half-body climbing onto the bed, but he didn't do anything beyond that, with his head next to Qiluo's ear, and the warm air was blowing towards her ear.

"Do you miss me? Huh?"

Even though he knew that Qiluo might not answer, Qianzicunzheng continued on his own. He clearly knew that the master probably regarded him as a substitute for someone. Perhaps it was because of the similar voice, she was willing to speak more. Give yourself some attention.

Swords don't have as many complicated thoughts as others. Qianzi Muramasa didn't care that Qiluo regarded him as someone else, and he was even satisfied with it. At least at the beginning, he had a more obvious advantage than the other two swords. It is beyond the reach of companionship.

True and false are like the boundary line between the sea and the sky, who can tell the difference clearly.

The fake ones are taken as real ones, and after a long time, no one can tell the difference.

As long as that person doesn't show up, it's not like he has a chance to replace him.

The corners of Qianzicun's lips were curled up, his face showed the evil temperament that only the demon sword can have. Putting it on ordinary people can easily attract the souls of many people. Although putting it on the current master is completely useless, but he believes that love Laughing knife luck is generally not too bad.

Qi Luo's voice was lazy: "Keep talking, why did you stop?"

Tsurumaru Husky: "Wow, woof, woof, woof!"

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong looked shocked: "You mean..."

He covered his face with long tears: "The master actually said something like 'keep moving, why stop?'...?"

He was so angry that he didn't dare to really break into the door, so he could only circle the husky back and forth angrily outside the door: "I knew it, I knew that the knife looked muscular, but in fact it was strong on the outside and dry on the inside. It’s not worth it! After the master’s first experience is so bad, maybe he won’t summon a sword to sleep with him!”

Tsurumaru let out a sympathetic cry.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong didn't even look at him: "Forget it, the master won't choose a dog."

The husky wagged its big tail resentfully, then put its big face against the crack of the door and listened carefully.

Qianzicun was vigorously kneading Qiluo's shoulders: "How is my massage technique? Are you still satisfied?"

He didn't expect this knife to be so versatile, Qi Luo's lazy tendons were squeezed out by him: "It's heavier, this is the place, it's so comfortable...ah, it's heavier."

"You are amazing... Qianzi Muramasa..."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong also cut his ears on the door, and he slowly slid down against the door, petrified in the wind: "They...I...