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An unknown island in the island nation.

In a shrine with a solemn atmosphere, there are few people.

Occasionally, they all walked slowly with light hands and solemn faces.

In the main hall of the shrine.

An old man in a kimono is kneeling in the middle.

His hands were flat on his knees, his eyes were slightly closed, his lips were buzzing up and down, and his voice was very low.

The expression on his face was pious and solemn.

Behaved like an ordinary believer.

But in the eyes of outsiders, they can always feel an unstoppable momentum escaping from him.

It was as if the person kneeling there was not an elder, not even a human being.

It is a peerless blade that has experienced the tempering of wind, frost, blood and fire, and has been contaminated with countless killing breaths.

Even if you just get close, you will have the illusion that you are going to be cut.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes.

His eyes were so deep that they were terrifying.

The light flickered, revealing a strange attraction.

It was as if behind these eyes, leading to the Infernal Hell.

Click......

Outside the hall, there was a sound of clogs hitting the ground.

As the voice came, a man dressed as a priest at the shrine came behind him.

"Mr. Watanabe, there is urgent news from Yanhuang, the people we sent have been discovered, the liaison office has been uprooted, and the whole army has been wiped out. ”

This sentence is heard in the ears.

A ray of cold light shot out from the old man's eyes.

The daunting momentum on his body became more and more sharp and cold.

It's like a sword facing the sun, blooming with a dazzling edge.

"But in the end, they came back with a very valuable piece of information, the target family suddenly disappeared, although the description of the disappearance process is very vague, but it is certain that the target has met with accidents. ”

After saying this, the man placed his hands respectfully in front of him.

"Are you sure?"

Watanabe asked slowly, his expression softening a lot.

Although, he was trying his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart.

However, there was still a hint of joy on his face.

"We can be absolutely sure that we borrowed the intelligence system of other agencies and found that at the scene of the incident, a group of hot and yellow police officers were in full swing to search the mountain, and until now, there are still no clues. ”

The man described the contents of the information in detail.

After listening, Watanabe Hayato lowered his head and kowtowed a few times seriously to the god card in front of him.

"Amaterasu willing, our plan is finally half complete. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he put his hands on the ground and stood up on the ground.

In the gloomy eyes, wisps of war intent moved.

The clothes are windless and automatic, and the body exudes a fierce aura.

"Lin Yu, your time of death has arrived!"

As he spoke, Watanabe walked towards the outside of the hall.

In his high-spirited demeanor, there was bloodthirsty excitement.

The long-suppressed hatred exploded.

……

Two hours later, a black sedan was driving on a country road.

On the side of the road, there is flat farmland.

The green wheat adds a bit of life to the cold winter.

At the foot of the mountain, the grass house is a humble house.

A path that leads to the spacious courtyard.

It was the depths of winter, and the cold wind was howling.

An old farmer sat in the courtyard, staring at the red sunset on the horizon.

The cold north wind blew the loose kimono.

The skin under the clothes is delicate and moisturized, with almost no pores, like mutton fat ghee.

It's hard to imagine that the seemingly rustic old man of the farm has such fair skin.

The black sedan drove along the road, from far and near.

The car door opened, and Watanabe Hayato jumped out of his breath.

When he raised his hands and feet, he exuded irrepressible excitement and excitement.

The signature gloomy expression has long since disappeared.

In its place, there is a joy that comes from the bottom of my heart.

The momentum of the sharp edge can be clearly felt from a distance.

In the call of the north wind, Watanabe Hayato is a knife that cuts people, as if it can cut off the cold wind.

He walked towards the gate of the courtyard, hurrying towards the wind and the moon.

Before I entered the door, I heard a slightly vicissitudes of laughter.

"Before people arrive, they are the first to hear about it, Watanabe-kun is really a great majesty, so strong. ”

The old man in the courtyard had a smile on his face.

He sat on a small bench and played with the teapot in his hand.

"Master Sasaki, I'm smiling at you. ”

Watanabe stepped into the courtyard, bowed his head, bowed deeply, and said politely.

"Alas!"

The old man shook his head slightly, sighing: "Evil qi leaks, domineering, Watabe Falcon, it seems that it will be difficult for you to learn to hide in your life." ”

Hearing this, Watanabe Hayato slowly raised his head and laughed softly: "Master Sasaki, Watanabe Hayato is the descendant of the sword in the island country. ”

It seems that although his attitude towards the old man is respectful, it is not to the point of obedience.

Although Watanabe Hayato looks younger, the actual age, the two are almost the same, and they are considered to be the same generation.

"Do you know why knives have sheaths?"

Sasaki was noncommittal or not, and asked rhetorically.

"Hide the edge in the sheath, and draw the sword to kill. ”

Watanabe replied without thinking, with a hint of anger in his words.

Hearing this, Sasaki shook his head and said: "The true intention of the knife is to hide, not to kill, your knife is too sharp, you have to hide it well in the sheath, so as not to kill people, but to injure yourself by mistake." ”

After saying this, he waved his hand: "The humble house is shabby, please be wronged." ”

A wisp of gentle force poured out from the palm of the palm silently.

A wooden stool gently panned in front of Watanabe Hayato.

Seeing this, Watanabe Hayato was not polite and sat down generously.

"Master Sasaki's skills are becoming more and more refined, and he can actually achieve such a loud and silent realm, which is really breathtaking, and he must soon be able to step into the innate realm. ”

He smiled and complimented, his tone revealing sincere admiration.

From the perspective of martial arts cultivation, Watanabe Hayato really admires the five-body throwing to the ground, sighing to himself.

After listening to this admiration, Sasaki was real but had no stubble.

He looked at the other party with a smile and said slowly: "Watanabe-kun is overjoyed, it seems that there must be some good news when he comes this time." ”

"Master Sasaki is like a god, and it is indeed great news. ”

Watanabe Hayato didn't deny it, nodded his head, and replied in the affirmative.

"Your chosen opponent, Lin Yu, has suffered an accident with his dearest, and he has been in a state of mind recently, and I am afraid that he is no longer as brave as he was at the beginning, so I implore Master Sasaki to go out of the mountain and fight Lin Yu to the death. ”

As he spoke, he stood up and bowed deeply to Sasaki.

"For the glory of bushido, and for the revenge of the fallen imperial warriors, please Sasaki-samashi to agree to this request. ”

His body, bent at a ninety-degree angle, could not bow for a long time.

At this time, Sasaki's real eyelids drooped, and his warm gaze gradually became sharp.

The wrinkles on the face gradually stretched.

From an old farmer in the countryside, he suddenly changed and turned into a sword that pierced the sky.

He slowly stood up and glanced at the grass behind him.

"Count the days, I should get out of here and go outside. ”

……

A small village in the mountains, a well-renovated old house.

Lin Yu stood in the courtyard, staring at every inch of grass and trees here.

In front of him, there was a jujube tree that had lost all the forest.

He slowly stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently on the rough bark.

The warm sunshine sprinkled on the earth, dispelling the bitter cold of winter, but it could not drive away the gloom in his heart.

The bright world, as if it had lost its color.

For the first time.

This is, for the first time in so many years, Lin Yu feels that there is something he can't do.

The so-called secret realm, he had never heard of.

The sudden appearance of such things left him without a clue at all.

He began to get agitated, and he lost his previous calmness.

Long......

fists, gradually clenched.

Breathing, gradually shortened.

Chest, undulating.

Lin Yu's eyes were rarely flushed with a touch of red.

The sun shines on the eye sockets, reflecting bits and pieces of regret and longing.

Knowing this, he would never have handed over the safety of Li Xinyu's grandfather and grandson to others in the first place.

No matter how others promise themselves.

Murderous aura and hatred slowly condensed in his heart.

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