"Don't do that, don't. Fujika sobbed in fear, for the first time in her life she didn't want to be a journalist.

But Yamato licked his tongue - his tongue was as long as a snake, sticking out nearly a meter and inserting it into Fujika's throat like a tube.

But Yamato's tongue did not go down, but along the spine, crawling into her brain.

A fainting sensation hit Fujika, and the skull was in an indescribable pain, and then she vaguely heard what Yamato said.

"I'm sorry, little girl, I'm the one you're looking for. ”

Even in a desperate situation, listening to the man's words, Fujika's eyes still widened in shock.

"I didn't expect it, right? The Immortal Master of the Japanese Kingdom and the Great Priest are all incompetent wastes, if it weren't for my scruples about consuming too much, they should have died at least two. ”

"As for you... Haha!"

"Blame the damn camera, it accidentally filmed me in! Now, close your eyes and go to sleep. ”

It was like a lullaby, Fujika really closed her eyes, stopped struggling motionlessly, and her breath slowly dissipated between her noses.

After doing all this, Yamato was like a cicada molting, and the surface of the skin turned into a strange white-gray stone powder and fell.

The cold hard face also became white, and after a moment;

Standing in the room, it became a white-faced cream boy.

looks like he is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with some childishness, handsome and delicate eyebrows, comparable to a popular idol, and a tear mole in the corner of his eye only adds a little softness.

Who would have thought that it was such a boy, but he was the famous Heavenly Killing Sect Master in Huaguo, and the feared number one killer in the martial arts world?

The Heavenly Killing Sect Master was born in China, but he regarded himself as a Japanese, not only leaving behind the underworld force of the Ota Group a hundred years ago, but also having a company with a market value of more than 100 billion yen in the business circle.

All of this is due to the chaotic era of World War II, when he should never have been a famous Chinese soldier, and he was captured in a daze, used as a coolie, and was escorted across the ocean to Japan - and then, the day that changed the life of the Heavenly Killing Sect Master happened.

He remembered it very clearly, as if it were yesterday, the person who haunted him, stopped the group of Japanese soldiers, looked at him with pale red indifferent eyes, and said, "Do you want to live?"

The handsome boy in the room looked confused. What should he call her, master, sister, or friend?

In the ten years that he had followed that woman, the Heavenly Killing Sect Master had learned a lot, such as how to kill people, how to cultivate internal qi... At first, he thought that this was not a big deal, because there were many martial artists in the Anti-Japanese War era, but it was not until the two separated and he returned to Huaguo that the Heavenly Killing Sect Master realized what the woman taught him.

It can be said that the exercises of the five immortal sects are not farts in front of those taught to him by women.

The Heavenly Killing Sect Master admits that he is a scumbag, but the scum also has a sense of gratitude, just like a fledgling is born with a pure heart. In the few years of his 'pure' life, he met the woman, gave him a chance to live, ate and drink, and taught him to practice.

After returning to Huaguo, the Heavenly Killing Sect Master was not relieved, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in to miss it, but the Heavenly Killing Sect Master realized that he had to see her again in his life.

No matter what method or method is used, I have to see her again, and then let her taste the super sweet rice balls that the Heavenly Killing Sect Master is proud of after a hundred years of training-that's right, that night the woman asked him if he wanted to live, and the Heavenly Killing Sect Master nodded stupidly, but the woman said, "I'm hungry, will you pinch the rice balls?"

If you can turn back time, go back to a hundred years ago, and pinch the rice balls for her again, the Heavenly Killing Sect Master feels that it doesn't matter if he lets himself die. This longing did not decrease with the fermentation of time, but became stronger like old wine, the establishment of the intelligence organization of the Heavenly Killing Sect was to find that woman, and it was the same to get the power of the ancient gods, but the Heavenly Killing Sect Master had been looking for a hundred years, and he had not received any news from the woman.

It's as if the time we used to get along was a dream, she didn't exist at all, everything was his own imagination.

The Heavenly Killing Sect Master almost gave up, but unexpectedly, it suddenly happened two months ago!

He had a short knife given to him by a woman, and the Heavenly Killing Sect Master kept it with him, but on that day, he suddenly found that the short knife suddenly turned into a cloud of void light, oscillating between 'disappearing' and 'existing'!

At the same time, all the memories of the woman in his head became fragmented, as if a vacuum cleaner tube had been inserted into his head, constantly extracting fragments of memory.

Fortunately, the short knife was 'left', and the memory was reduced a little, but it was basically fine, and at that time, the Heavenly Killing Sect Master fell into a deep confusion, but he was immediately overjoyed and realized that the turning point had come!

The Heavenly Killing Sect Master wishfully thought: This is a woman asking him for help, to him, the only disciple!

Immediately, he tried even more desperately to gather information, and although he found nothing, he got clues about the old gods.

As long as he can control that huge force, I believe that as long as the woman is still in this world, he will definitely be able to find her.

It is an incomparable coincidence that a hundred years ago, during World War II, the Shendai family tried to revive the ancient gods, but in the end they failed, and now, there are very few people who know the real reason for the failure of the Shendai family, but among them, including the Heavenly Killing Sect Master.

"A long time ago, I was an unsung hero. ”

The handsome boy touched the tip of his nose proudly, as if he remembered the thrilling years of living with women.

Blood and fire, swords and ancient gods.

It was a time of nine deaths and a life, but to the Heavenly Killing Sect Master, it was as precious as a pearl.

In the end, he took a deep breath, and with a flick of his fingers erased all traces in the room, the Heavenly Killing Sect Master was not as easy as he appeared, and the two great priests of the Japanese Kingdom had caused him serious trouble, two stab wounds in the chest and back, which had not healed for a long time, and strange powers were attached to them.

And the five elements of the Heavenly Killing Sect Master are biased towards 'Yin', and they are very bad at treatment, and after a hard battle, the internal qi consumed is about eight or nine times out of ten.

"It's not easy to get from Yokohama to Kanagawa. The Heavenly Killing Sect Master frowned and looked at the far west.

As the day of the resurrection of the old gods gets closer, and the various natural disasters become more and more frequent, the Japanese will definitely notice this and increase their garrison.

Now, it is estimated that there are more than twenty congenitals gathered in Kanagawa, and there are at least three of the Divine Dragons who have seen the head and the tail, and the Heavenly Killing Sect Master is a little powerless to go with a seriously injured body.

But his gaze remained calm. The whole person turned into black smoke and disappeared in the room, and the bodies of Yamato and Fujika had turned into gray residues.

Even if the Self-Defense Forces investigated, they could only find that it was an ordinary ore fossil.

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The ordinary people of Kanagawa smelled something unusual.

There are too many policemen patrolling the streets, and in some sparsely populated places, there are even more policemen than passers-by, and most importantly, those with some eyesight can see that they are not ordinary policemen, but warriors dressed in clothes.