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Inside is a feast of drunken dreams and death, and outside is a gladiatorial arena surrounded by night.

When Marisa is woken up by the fairy maid and hurries to the gate, the battle is almost underway. In the open space in front of the porch of the Red Devil Pavilion, there is a red carpet with several sets of tables and chairs on it, which can be regarded as a temporary audience seat. The audience sat there, served by fairy maids, serving tea and water, and delivering snacks, which was quite thoughtful.

Reimu and Alice each occupy a small table, and there is still a vacant seat in front of the table. When Marisa saw this, she hurriedly ran over and sat down, and as soon as she sat down, she asked:

"Where did they go?"

"It's not started yet, but it's almost there. ”

Reimu said, shoving a grape into her mouth, then picked up the fruit bowl and handed it to Marisa, saying:

"Fruits. ”

"Ah, thank you. ”

Marisa was holding a fruit bowl and chewing sweet and sour green grapes in her mouth, and when she turned around, she saw that the flower garden in front of her was covered with rouge, which was a blooming moon flower.

Late autumn and October are in the flowering period of the month. The fragrance of flowers drifted with the evening breeze, blowing Marisa's whole body lightly, and she suddenly woke up with wine. This wind, this flower, if there is another full moon at the head, it is perfect.

It's a pity that tonight's moon is not complete, and it can be regarded as the only shortcoming in this too illusory battlefield.

Looking up, Nalan Twilight and Soul Demon Dream were standing not far away, surrounded by flowers. The two men, one on the left and one on the right, each on one side, stood straight, ten paces apart, staring at each other, without saying a word.

The first to draw the sword was the soul demon dream.

"This is Lou Guan Sword, slashing all the demons. ”

She pulled the long knife from the scabbard behind her back, and the words came to her mouth. This floor Kanken is a standard Japanese sword, about four feet long, with a cherry blossom pattern printed on the hilt and a long tassel hanging from the end. In the hands of such a slender girl, the long knife seemed a little incongruously large.

Youmeng held the Louguan Sword with one hand, and with his free hand, he pulled out another short knife from the scabbard at his waist.

"This is the sword of the White Building, cutting through confusion. ”

This straight knife, which is no more than half a meter long, is more like a rib difference than a "knife", not suitable for slashing, but suitable for stabbing.

Demon Dream held both left and right, posing in a traditional posture with a first-class soul. Her half-spirit floated beside her, her slender tail swaying in the wind.

In an instant, in Nalan Yu's eyes, the appearance of the girl in front of him coincided with a stubborn young man in his memory. This posture, this half-spirit, is really familiar.

"This girl is exactly the same as the monster when she was young. Thinking so, Nalan couldn't help but smile, "It's really interesting, it's like those people and things from three hundred years ago have reappeared in front of me one by one." ”

Longevity, there is also the fun of longevity!

"Lord Nalan, please draw your sword. Youmeng held the double knives, kept his body still, and said in a cold voice.

"Since you said so...... Come on!"

With that, Nalan reached out and pulled out a bright silver knife from his pocket.

As soon as this knife came out, the audience was in an uproar. The audience was talking about each other, and some of the poorer ones (such as Fran) were already leaning forward and laughing.

Even the soul demon dream herself was completely confused, she was fixed there, staring at each other with big eyes, not knowing what to do.

If you want to ask why, the reason is also very simple: the knife that Nalan Yu took out was a dinner knife.

It is the kind of steak cut on the western dining table, sterling silver, the blade and handle are integrated, the blade is serrate, and the surface of the knife is polished.

"Hey, hey, what the hell, Nalan Twilight. Honju Xiaoling looked at the shining silver knife from a distance, and said with some dissatisfaction, "I jumped out and said that I wanted to compete with the sword, but I refused to use the sword, what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd?"

"This is psychological warfare, right?" speculated Fujiwara Meihong, who was also at the same table, "to deliberately provoke the opponent and make the opponent lose his mind, so as to gain an advantage." ”

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. The barnyard field sitting across from her shook his head and said, "Don't you see it?"

"See what?"

"It can be seen that these two people are not on the same level at all. ”

"Huh?" Mei Hong glanced at the two again, and then said very puzzled:

This little girl is not very old, but her posture is not very sophisticated, she can slash when she advances, she can dodge when she retreats, and she has basically established the advantage of the beginning, and her two knives are not like ordinary goods, plus the half-spirit ......."

Mei Hong paused for a moment and continued:

But the little brother standing opposite her is obviously not a parallel import. Although this guy is an amateur and doesn't even have a decent weapon, vampires, you know, this race can't be underestimated in any way. ”

"Hey......"

Holding his forehead, Ah Qiu sighed, like a teacher facing a stubborn and stupid student, and explained in the posture of an educator:

"Let's put it this way, the reason why Nalan Yu didn't carry a knife was because he didn't need it at all. Even with his bare hands, his winning rate is ten out of ten, and the soul demon dream doesn't even have the slightest chance. Even so, he had to take out a dinner knife and play with it, and it can only be said that this guy's personality has been bad to a certain extent. ”

"If it were written in a book, how would you describe him?" asked Mr. Huiyin Kamihakuzawa, who was sitting next to Ah Qiu.

"Dangerous: Very high, human friendliness: worst. ”

The answer blurted out.

"Please don't make such jokes!"

Not far away, Youmeng frowned and shouted at Nalan Twilight. Her attitude is very serious, but unfortunately her opponent is not like this.

"Jokes?"

Nalan Yu turned the dinner knife with his fingers, like turning a pen, and said:

"I'm not kidding, this is my weapon, and I'm going to use it to fight you. ”

"Please stop laughing, that's not a weapon at all!"

"Why not?" Nalan asked rhetorically, "This knife is quite handy and looks good, whether it is used to cut meat or vegetables......

"But it's a dinner knife!"

"Dinner knives, it's just your preconceived idea. If I use it to cut a steak, it's a dinner knife, and if I stick it in your eye...... Then it's a murder weapon, an absolute murder weapon. ”

Unable to communicate, Youmeng felt that she was completely unable to communicate with the person in front of her. According to his theory, as long as it is a thing, it can be used as a weapon. After all, if a fish bone is stuck in the throat, it can still kill people, and is there anything smaller and softer in daily life than a fish bone?

I'm afraid that a sewing needle can be blown into a drop of blood by him, right?

However, is this the case? Apparently not! A weapon is a weapon because it is designed to fight and kill more efficiently, and everything that does not conform to this philosophy has been removed, and only the sharpest blades remain.

And kitchen knives are designed for cutting vegetables, and table knives are designed for cutting steaks, and these things can't beat the "knife" as a weapon, it's completely impossible, so no soldier has ever been on the battlefield with a kitchen knife.

In the girl's mind, the opposite side of the sword can only be the sword, the tip of the needle to the wheat, the blade to the blade, the brave wins when they meet on the narrow road, this is the battle. Facing the long sword with a table knife, and saying that he was not joking, this is simply unreasonable.

This is simply an insult to this battle, to her soul and demon dream.

"Please retract this unreasonable statement!"

Youmeng's voice trembled slightly, not out of fear, but out of anger.

"Otherwise......"

As she spoke, she bowed her body with her long knife horizontally, ready to strike, like an arrow on a string.

In this state, she could rush in front of Nalan Twilight at any time with the maximum speed she could reach, sweeping him to the head. She was sure that Nalan Twilight would not be able to block the blow.

With his small dinner knife, it is absolutely unstoppable.

"How else?" asked Nalan Twilight in a semi-provocative tone.

Youmeng's answer is only one word:

"Slash!"

"That's exactly what I want!" Nalan said with a smile, "Come on, take my life, if you can do it!"

"Slash in the present world!"

In an instant, the long arrow left the string and turned into a gale.