"Sakura baby, the two of us really have a good idea, the old justice said to call you, where are you, I'll look for you." ”

Tang Haoran answered the phone and couldn't wait to say, he had been touching and messing with the glamorous and seductive Andrina for a night, but he didn't get to the point, there was a fire in his body that needed to burn, and the ghost girl's call came in time, Tang Haoran couldn't wait to fly to the ghost girl now.

"You come to the North Courtyard Garden now, and I will send you the address. ”

Listening to the cold voice on the other end of the phone, Tang Haoran felt very unfamiliar, and his thoughts moved, and the wisps of divine thoughts that he originally left on Miyamoto Sakurako immediately found out that something was wrong.

"Okay baby, I'll be right over. ”

Tang Haoran agreed casually, and said casually: "By the way, baby, how did you know that your husband was here?"

"Now the world is full of your news, can I not know?"

"Hehe, it seems that my husband has become famous, wait for it, baby, I'll set off. ”

Hanging up the phone, his gentle face quickly rose with cold murderous intent.

"The guy with a heart of flowers!" Andronia, who was defenseless, heard the ambiguity of the conversation between the two, and took a bite on Tang Haoran's shoulder.

Tang Haoran stretched out his hand and patted the upturned buttocks, and said with a slight smile: "Are you jealous, baby, you have to let go a little more, otherwise, be careful that you will be beaten into the cold palace." ”

"Cut, who's rare, get up and see your little lover, I'm going to preside over a medical conference. "It's not uncommon for Andrina to say on her lips, but her heart is sour, and she really regrets preventing this product from going deep into the last layer......

The two got dressed and got up, Tang Haoran took the lead in leaving, took out a locomotive, and roared away.

About an hour later, he arrived at the Beiting Pavilion in the eastern suburbs.

This is a typical traditional Japanese antique building, under the shade of lush tall flowers and trees, wooden buildings, small bridges and flowing water, flowers and plants in the courtyard, and papier-mâché lanterns hanging under the eaves.

Tang Haoran walked in, as if he had traveled into a film and television work.

His divine thoughts had already shrouded the entire courtyard, and there were eight Japanese samurai dressed in traditional costumes in the courtyard, and in the lobby, Miyamoto Yoshiko sat on the main seat, her expression was as cold as snow, and she could not see any emotional changes.

To her right, sat a middle-aged man, with a majestic breath, eyes slightly closed, and a katana across his lap.

Awareness came, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, and a cold glow flashed away.

"Here you are, sit down. ”

Miyamoto Sakurako got up and smiled at Tang Haoran, like a hundred flowers blooming, and even the air seemed to have a touch of bright color.

Tang Haoran noticed Mu Ran in the depths of the ghost girl's eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Baby, how can you still be so formal when you meet your husband." ”

As he spoke, he sat down across from Sakurako Miyamoto, took a sip of the steaming tea.

"Horn Ga!"

The middle-aged samurai seemed to be irritated by Tang Haoran's contemptuous attitude, and without any warning, he drew his katana with a brush, turned it into a match, and beheaded Tang Haoran on the head.

The sharp sword wind pierced the air, leaving a deep mark on the pear blossom wooden table.

It is obvious that this person is a kendo master.

"Shi Tingjun, stop!"

Sakurako Miyamoto hurriedly spoke out to stop it.

But it was too late, this knife was sudden and fast like lightning, and it was about to kill Tang Haoran with a knife.

Tang Haoran's posture of tasting tea did not change, as if he didn't see the impending killer knife, but just waved his sleeves lightly like a fly.

Hearing only a bang, it was as if thunder had risen on the ground, and a powerful and incomparable wave of energy exploded in front of Tang Haoran, as if a violent wind swept through the dark clouds and rushed towards Shi Tingjun.

The long knife that bore the brunt of it was made of alloy, which was extremely tough, and it cracked inch by inch with a clatter.

Then there was Beitingjun, his body flew upside down, smashed the wooden wall, flew over the courtyard more than ten meters wide, and knocked out a big hole in the wall, and finally smashed into the jungle outside.

A terrifying bloody hole appeared in his abdomen, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he died of anger on the spot.

There was a dead silence.

The eight warriors outside were petrified by this thunderous blow.

I can't believe that their idol kendo master was actually killed by a Chinese boy with a wave of his sleeves.

Tang Haoran still maintained the chic posture of drinking tea, and killing a kendo master with one blow was nothing to him.

"You, aren't you still visible?"

His ice eyes suddenly shot towards Miyamoto Sakurako, and while shouting and asking, he casually reached out and grabbed Miyamoto Sakurako's snow-white neck.

"Boom—"

Yoshiko Miyamoto's delicate facial features suddenly distorted, and a high-pitched howl erupted from the depths of her throat, not at all like a human voice, like a demon from hell, which made people shudder.

Immediately after, her snow-white skin turned jet black, exuding an evil and eerie aura.

"Ah......h

In Miyamoto Sakurako's body, the miserable howl was stronger than one, her body trembled violently, and soon, the black of her body gradually broke away from her body, and she transformed into a human form, which was choked by Tang Haoran's throat and held in her hand like a little chicken.

Under the deterrence of the Ice and Fire Demon Lotus, the Divine Soul clone trembled and did not dare to move.

"One after another, the little god soul clones dare to pretend to be ghosts in front of the master. ”

Tang Haoran's voice was faint and disdainful.

"Ah, little bastard, why are you here?

Miyamoto Sakurako suddenly woke up, looking at the young man in front of her, she thought she was dreaming, and then saw the terrifying spirit in Tang Haoran's hand, and her little face turned pale with fright, "You, are you holding a ghost? ”

"Silly girl, this is a spirit clone, it is lodged on your body, which is commonly known as the ghost upper body. ”

Tang Haoran said, took out the soul flag from the ancient ring, and smashed the soul clone into a cloud of smoke with a snap of his palm, and with a move of his mind, he sent it into the spirit flag.

"Ah, I'm on the ghost?"

Miyamoto Sakurako's delicate body trembled, and a thick fear surged in her heart, she knew in her heart that it was the young man in front of her, who saved her at a critical time, and her misty beautiful eyes looked at the young man in front of her with affection, and said from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you." ”

"How thank you, little baby, putting on such a shy and charming little appearance, do you want your husband to want you now. ”

Tang Haoran stretched out his hand to probe, holding the water-like softness in his arms, and noticed that the ghost girl's body was very weak, so he quietly injected a wisp of Yuan Li and fed another essence pill.

Yoshiko Miyamoto quickly returned to normal, and thinking of the cause and effect, she hurriedly stopped Tang Haoran's further movements, removed the warm big hand from her snow peak, and said with a panting aroma: "Hey, don't be so anxious, my grandfather is still in danger." ”

"My husband can't stand the baby, let's shoot first, and my husband will have more energy to save your grandfather. ”

Tang Haoran said shamelessly, he had to send it when the arrow was ready.

(End of chapter)