In addition to the national teacher Abe Han overseas, Miyamoto Hattori is the most powerful samurai in Akiwa's cognition.

But now, in front of this masked man, the number one master who has always been valued by the royal family of the Japanese Kingdom, was actually cut in half in a single photo?

And, with his knife?

Seppuku apologies is an alternative 'traditional culture' of the Japanese country, but this situation is not just as simple as seppuku.

A clean and neat knife, like a knife cutting water, Miyamoto Hattori's whole person was cut in two, and the bloody scene made Minghe feel vomiting for a while.

"In the country of projectiles, all that is raised is some waste. ”

The masked man didn't look like a person at all, but like a cold-blooded killing machine, not only did his killing methods be extremely brutal, but he also didn't have any mood swings afterwards, and he was so cold that it was terrifying.

Even if he was ridiculed in person, Ke Minghe didn't dare to shout anymore, and Miyamoto Hattori's tragic death meant that he was once again reduced to fish on the chopping board, directly exposed to the other party's knife.

Even, the picture of how the other party killed Miyamoto Hattori just now is still vivid, constantly haunting in front of him, and his courage to resist has been completely defeated.

"Spare your life!"

When he noticed that Ma Mian's gaze was thrown towards him again, Ming He lost all his royal dignity and pride, and without Ma Mian to speak, his knees weakened, and with a "bang", he took the initiative to kneel on the ground.

Moreover.

His head was buried deeply, his hands stretched forward, his arms close to the ground, a near-five-body posture.

The horse was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"It's really backbone. ”

He sighed lightly and looked back at Li Futu, obviously wanting to ask Li Futu what he planned to do with it.

"Your Royal Highness, I have a set of martial arts that I plan to teach to you, I don't know if you want to learn it?"

Li Futu spoke slowly.

The smell of blood in the air became thicker and thicker, extremely pungent, and Shen Yanni was still unconscious, unaware of what was happening around her.

Martial arts?

Minghe was very confused in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask, knowing that his life was hanging by a thread at the moment, he immediately said decisively: "I am willing." ”

Some people give up their lives easily.

But some people want to continue to live in every possible way.

"Good. ”

Li Futu's tone was unwavering.

"My set of world-famous martial arts, called Sunflower Treasure Book, as long as you are small, you can walk in the martial arts alone, if you are a big success, you can be invincible in the world......"

Ma Mian, who was also a little puzzled, felt more and more excited the more he listened, and now the conflict with the temple is getting more and more intense, he really wants to be able to improve his strength and contribute more to the underworld, but the growth of strength is not a matter of a handful, and now when he hears Li Futu say so miraculously, he is inevitably a little impatient, and he can't help but want Li Futu to teach him the exercises.

It's just that before he could speak, he only heard Li Futu continue: "However, if you want to cultivate this exercise, you have to meet a prerequisite. ”

"On what terms?"

This was not asked by Minghe, but by Ma Mian first.

Li Futu glanced at him, and saw that Ma Mian's eyes were staring at him with some fiery, and he instantly saw through what he was thinking.

The corners of his mouth curled unconsciously, and Li Futu said flatly: "If you want to practice this magic skill, you must cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and you must first start by cutting off the roots of evil." ”

Hearing this, Ma Mian's face changed, and he immediately felt a chill between his legs, and all the heat disappeared in an instant.

Minghe, who was kneeling on the ground, also understood the meaning of the horse face, and his body trembled suddenly.

"No, no......"

He looked up, his face as white as paper.

But Li Futu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was like a god in hell, with deep and dark eyes.

Dignity and face can be abandoned, but I am afraid that any man will not let himself be castrated.

Minghe couldn't kneel, stood up in a panic, and wanted to escape, but was dragged back by the horse.

"Run what, that's a good thing. ”

Li Futu picked Shen Yanni up from the bed and walked out.

Minghe is like a woman from a good family, who was pressed down on the bed by a horse.

"No, don't, please......"

He kept pleading.

In fact, at this time, he didn't have another choice, if he chose to bite his tongue and commit suicide, he could avoid this kind of torture, but I don't know if he didn't have the courage, or he didn't think of this, Minghe was just begging for mercy, and he didn't choose to defend his last bit of dignity with his life.

But he was faced with a horse's face.

The cry of mercy did not arouse the pity of Ma Mian, he cut a quilt, stuffed it into Minghe's mouth, blocked all his words, and immediately, his hand rose and fell!

Minghe snorted, his whole body trembled violently, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and his eyes seemed to pop out.

Intensely colored scarlet blood slowly flowed from between his legs, staining the bed red.

The knife skills of the horse face are indeed extremely exquisite.

In order to make Minghe feel the greatest pain, Ma Mian did not choose to knock Minghe unconscious, but tied his hands and feet to the bed.

"Master, it's done. ”

He quickly caught up with Li Futu.

Li Futu nodded, "Let's get out." ”

They didn't wait for the Clown King, and with the Clown King's ability, it was not difficult to get out at all.

Holding Shen Yanni and leaving the Imperial Palace, halfway through, the Clown King chased after him.

"It's been almost an hour now, okay, Clown King. ”

Ma Mian counted the time and teased: "Is this considered an extraordinary performance?"

The Clown King smiled.

"Isn't it envious?"

This is indeed a master who is not picky, and he still looks a little unfinished, and I don't know what the little lord of the Japanese country has become by him.

Ma Mian didn't know if he was envious of his 'combat effectiveness' or if he played with that Princess Haruko, but no matter what it was, he didn't need to be envious.

Ma Mian did not reply.

Immediately, the clown king took out a mobile phone from his pocket, as if he had completed a task, "Big brother, do you want to appreciate it?"

Li Futu was now holding the sleeping Shen Meiren, and he couldn't pull his hand, so Ma Mian took it on his behalf, and said suspiciously: "What?"

The Clown King has a strange look in his eyes.

"Just look at it. ”

Ma Mian lowered his head and clicked on the phone screen, and the screen suddenly began to play.

This is a video recording.

Selfie from a first-person perspective.

Looking at the shaking picture on the screen, even if it was a horse face, his eyes involuntarily gradually widened.

Li Futu also saw it, and his eyes became a little strange.

It didn't take long to appreciate it, Ma Mian quickly returned the phone to the Clown King, looked at the Clown King for a while, and slowly exhaled.

"We need people like you. ”

His face was serious, and after the Clown King took the phone, his hand still stopped in mid-air.

“...... Welcome to the prefecture. ”

(End of chapter)