In the early morning light, in the shadows of the corner closest to the magnificent building in front of us, a low voice could be heard.

"Oh no. The main gate is now heavily guarded, not a place that can be sneaked in by relying on a phantom spell, not to mention that the illusion spell can only cover up the body, and the actual body can't be changed, in case it hits the body of an enemy, wouldn't it be all exposed immediately?"

"It seems that the most convenient and effective method is really still that one, but I don't know what the existence law of Fu Fushen is, what if I lose half an arm or a foot during the teleportation because of a lack of mental concentration or other beginners' mistakes?"

This kind of situational analysis, which is similar to talking to oneself, but for some reason feels very dangerous, lasted for a while, until this very graphic horror speculation was released, and another voice sounded, although the voice was beautiful and calm, but it seemed to vaguely contain a little helpless and gritted teeth.

"Ahahahaha. What kind of trick is Phantom Shifting, how can you use it without an arm or a foot?"

The voice of the previous broken thought suddenly froze, as if it was silent for a moment, and then replied with a little difficulty

"It's a gadget called a magic charm. ”

The voice of the young man, who was gentle and graceful, and whose voice was full of grace whenever he heard it, suddenly froze.

"Enchantment"

He seemed to repeat the key word with a bit of thought and playfulness.

And the voice of the woman who said the word first was silent for two seconds, and then it started again.

"Yes. There was a strange smile in her voice.

"Actually, it's a kind of magic, something you don't know much about, in fact, no matter what happens to me, there's no need to be surprised. Who called me an envoy?"

The clear voice, with a peculiar, overly pleasant and deliberate smile at the end, was slightly raised.

"You see, I'm never the same as you. ”

"You are gods. And I'm a monster."

However, the man's voice sounded calmly, interrupting the ominous contrast.

"No, it's not. ”

The voice of the beautiful man, as elegant as the beautiful man in the picture scroll of the early Heian period, slowly rose in the early morning skylight, with a little tenderness and a smile, and there was no panic or anger in the tone, only tranquility.

"Do you know, the earliest meaning of Xue Yejun Fu Fu Mourning God is that after leaving the utensils unpaid for a hundred years, there will be monsters that will be produced because they have absorbed the essence of the world. ”

The young girl's breath seemed to be choking.

"What"

"?g" The man's voice gradually became more smiling.

"Therefore, the difference between us is not some god and a monster, not a god of mourning or a ghost."

His breath grew as if he were leaning over the side of the young girl's cheek, his snort blowing her sideburns.

"Rather, men and women. ”

"Say, say," and when he uttered the words with a slow smile, the young girl's voice rose almost immediately an octave, but after uttering these few syllables, it seemed as if someone was quickly choking her throat, and she swallowed back all the words below.

"Ahahahaha. The man who had dropped a large bomb between the two of them burst into laughter, and continued before the young girl became annoyed

"I'm saying that even if there are many things that I haven't heard and that are incomprehensible, that doesn't stop me from seeing you. ”

"You've already come back from the dead in front of me once, Yukiba-kun, do you think there's anything else that surprises me more than this?"

The man laughed, and his breath became gentle and long.

"From the Heian period to the present, I have seen too many incredible things, and it is not impossible to appreciate and tolerate the strange things that are born in the world. ”

"What if you're an envoy, what if you're a monster, in the end, I'm just a knife, hahahahaha. ”

The familiar, demonic laughter reappeared.

The young girl seemed to be silent for a moment. She sounded a little breathless, and then, without warning, in the shadows, the two of them appeared, and she lifted the spell that was enough to keep them both invisible.

"No, you have a godhead, do you. She pursed her lips vigorously and retorted. But that expression was less like anger than emotion.

The young man in the blue hunting suit heard this, his eyebrows jumped slightly, and the smile on his face did not move, as if she had not debunked the beautiful words that he had just touched.

"Ahahahaha. Even if I'm a god, you're not as bad as you say. You're going to do that magic, aren't you? ”

"Even if the god of mourning has a godhead, he is still the lowest godhead. And, even if we're gods, I wouldn't use any kind of magic you use. ”

As if ignoring the majestic towering building not far away, a handsome man in a blue hunting suit reached out and touched the young girl's head as if nothing had happened.

"The lowest gods, the best magic, well, I think it's a pretty interesting combination," he said with a smile.

Young Girl""

She looked speechless for a moment, and rolled her eyes lightly.

"Good. I hope you'll be so rich when you experience all this magic. She muttered under her breath and put her left hand around his waist.

The handsome man looked surprised, looked down at the hand she had wrapped around his waist, and suddenly laughed.

"Trying so hard to prove anything," he said with a smile, "but I don't think anything else will happen more surprising than the fact that you deliberately asked me to kill you." So if you want to see the old man panic and be scared away by you, you may be disappointed."

The young girl seemed to be tempted to roll a second roll of her eyes at him, but she tried to hold back.

"Be sure to be attentive during the teleportation. She ignored his words and admonished with a straight face.

"The downside of this magic is that you can lose a part of your limb in the middle of the teleportation, if you're not focused enough. ”

The man sighed, and the smile in his tone became more obvious.

"Is it so amazing, then I have to take a good look at Xue Ye-kun's ability. ”

As a result, everything that followed was far beyond his expectations, which was very impressive.

After the inquisitor shouted a spell he didn't understand, his body, condensed with spiritual power, flew violently

The wind blew so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. And, the wind that swept through everything, as if with a hook, suddenly tugged at all parts of his limbs. And, to make matters worse, he was wearing a blue hunting suit with wide robes and large sleeves. The wind-blown sleeves and hem made it even more difficult for him to control his body, and if it weren't for Kiyohara Yukiha climbing him and holding on to the fabric around his waist throughout, he would have really suffered something.

When they had finally made it through the treacherous flight and landed safely, as if all this surprising adventure had not yet been done, the moment his feet landed, she suddenly leaned close to his ear and spoke a low but clear word.

She said that if you see all the enemies standing stiff and unable to move after landing, please unceremoniously knock them unconscious.

Although the building was full of troubled thugs, he didn't think that the enemies would just stand there waiting for him to be knocked unconscious.

Well, what she meant was that she was going to show off even more wonderful and incredible "magic" to him, didn't she?

Mingming Hui has more skills than gods like them, but he wants to be angry and call himself an "envoy ghost"

Three Days Moon Zongjin couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, and when she solemnly told him to make his next move, he reached out and touched the black behind her head.

Her serious voice suddenly stopped, and she glared at him with an annoyed and angry expression.

It's a joy to look at whenever you see it. The smile on the face of the Three Days Moon Sect deepened.

And yet they are still fighting. This brief smile was all the relaxing moments they could enjoy for the time being.

The landing place chosen by Kiyohara Yukiye is the stairwell on the second floor.

The next second she was straight through the door and up the hallway on the second floor.

Sanri Yuezong had to follow her closely immediately, she rushed too fast, and he felt that the previous smile on his face didn't even have time to fully retract, and his steps had already stepped out.

Then when he stepped up to the corridor on the second floor, the remaining smile on his face suddenly condensed at the corner of his lips

He felt his entire face stiffen. This is a gaffe that he has rarely shown in thousands of years.

Because, as she said, there were more than a dozen people in the corridor on the second floor, besieging the person standing in front of the door of a certain room. However, at this moment, the dozen or so people had different postures, but they all froze in place

Among those people, some were about to raise their knives to cut down, some were waving their hands to command others to come forward, and there was even one person whose sword was held high in his hand and had slashed a few inches in front of the person who was holding in front of the door, but at this moment, those people maintained those strange and comical postures, and all of them were frozen in place

Witnessing this incomprehensible and incredible scene, even one of the five swords in the world that has been tempered and well-informed for thousands of years, can't help but stop, and can't help but let out an exclamation of "oh" in his throat, his eyes quickly look at this corridor where time seems to have been temporarily frozen, as if the shape of a group of demons is dancing, and his face is surprised.

After a moment, he suddenly smiled and sighed, holding his unsheathed body knife, slowly bypassing the female inquisitor and walking towards the enemies who were frozen in place and unable to move, and without drawing the sharp famous knife, he suddenly raised his hand with the scabbard, and slashed his backhand at the back of the neck of the enemy closest to him

The man didn't even let out a snort before he threw himself forward to the ground with a pop.

The Three Days Moon Sect didn't glance at it again, and slowly walked towards the next person, concocting the same method.

It was only when the entire corridor was frozen that he stabbed them in the back and knocked them unconscious to the ground, and then he turned around, and the famous pair of crescent moon pupils were in the dim light, quietly watching the female inquisitor who was still standing at the door of the building.

And at this moment, the female inquisitor finally relaxed from the state that had just been tense and focused to the extreme, her face looked a little pale, and beads of sweat even oozed from her forehead.

Sanri Moon Sect didn't walk towards her, and it didn't seem to have any intention of touching her cheeks or wiping away the sweat beads for her. In the corridor that still seemed half-lit and half-dark in the early morning, he held the unsheathed body knife in one hand, and half-turned, the silhouette of a person like a picture scroll was gilded with a bright halo by the morning light cast in the window at the end of the corridor.

Then, his head turned slowly, and his gaze finally met the only person in front of the door who had not been encapsulated by her subtle and uncanny "magic".

The man hadn't been immobilized, let alone knocked unconscious, but he looked ten times worse than the guys who were lying down in the hallway at the moment.

He was supposed to be wearing a snow-white suit-style battle suit, but that battle suit had long been infected by a thick layer of black qi and brought many stains, and now, after almost a night of confrontation, vigilance, defense, and fighting, there was no doubt that he looked even worse tired and exhausted, a little weak by the continuous infection of the black qi that enveloped his body, and the battle suit was also stained with many stains left by fresh red blood droplets.

He still had a knife in his right hand, but it looked just as bad as he was, and there were a few missing places on the blade, and the blade that should have glowed with a metallic glow was now glowing with a dull light, and it looked as if it had been dulled and unrepairable.

The man gasped violently, half-bent over, as if he was out of breath in pain. He pressed his free left hand to a certain part of his abdomen, and a hair that should have been brilliant gold almost turned black. He hunched over as if it were struggling to even out his breathing, and then he slowly lifted his head.

The moment he raised his head, he turned straight in the direction of the Virgin Divine Inquisitor at the door of the building, as if the Three Sun Moon Sect, who was standing closer to him, did not exist at all.

There was still a wheeze in his voice, as if he was out of breath, as if he was dominated by a feeling of exhaustion that pervaded his whole body after he had tried his best, and the sweat droplets on his forehead shone slightly in the morning light, and the pupils that had been soaked in physiological tears that did not know whether they were soaked in sweat or when they were hit by their opponents seemed extraordinarily deep and bright, and a little wet, as if they were running with all their might. But the leopard cub was finally about to be knocked down by exhaustion and stopped to show his domination.

"You're here. He said slowly, as calmly as if he were extremely polite, and asked in a polite tone that was almost almost hypocritical.

"What can I do for you today?"

The female judge frowned slightly, ignoring his deliberate hypocritical tone, and even followed his headless lines.

"Yes. She said.

"Today you can grant me a wish. ”

The man, who was surrounded and infected with black gas, raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this. A small tiger tooth loomed between his lips that seemed to be smiling.

"Oh"

The female inquisitor looked calm. Her gaze on his face was gentle and calm, as if she hadn't noticed how embarrassed and dangerous he was, as if the next moment it would be blackened or shattered.

"Because I remember you promised that the next time I meet you on the battlefield, I will take you home," she said. ”

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