On the bridge, in the face of the dense zombies, the police opened fire. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was here that a woman's voice sounded in the crowd of zombies.

"This child and I are alive, both alive!" a woman held a motionless, blue child, slowly struggling to advance among the zombies.

The officers lowered their guns, and some fine sweat broke out on their faces.

Should they save everyone in the face of death and not save them, or should they save each other and put everyone in danger? The police are faced with a difficult choice. As the people's police, it is their duty to save lives, but sometimes, they have to deal with situations where hostages conflict with public safety.

"Please, please save this child!" the woman cried as she spoke.

In her arms, the motionless child suddenly moved.

"Ah——!h

The woman's voice stopped abruptly. Blood splattered, the policemen stood on the spot, the female reporter in the back covered her mouth, and even the uncle of the migrant worker who inspired the "uprising" grew his mouth in shock.

The woman struggled, her eyes bulging.

After a few seconds, the woman's face also turned blue and her eyes rolled white.

The policeman at the head gritted his teeth and watched this scene, and shot the woman who was about to turn into a zombie. The male policeman's chest heaved and heaved. Apparently he wasn't feeling good either.

And the uncle of the migrant workers, who watched this scene, actually continued to agitate the masses.

"Those hateful gendarmes have finally begun to indiscriminately and reactionary violence!"

"Unforgivable!" the uncle opened his mouth.

"Unforgivable!" everyone opened their mouths wide.

"Bang ——!"

With the sound of a gunshot, the crowd, who had been passionate just now, suddenly extinguished their fires. One by one, they looked at the corpse of the migrant worker uncle who was shot dead on the spot.

They, how dare they?!

The picture of the TV was also blurred.

"Is this also helpless?" In the living room, Hirano Toda also broke out in a cold sweat. In any case, it is difficult for the police to directly shoot and kill the crowd.

However, at this time, I'm afraid there is nothing unacceptable. In just two days, everyone is ready to face death!

"Oh no, let's run away!" Komuro Takashi switched the radio back and forth, only to find that it was all snowflakes.

"No, if you don't wait until dawn, you might be killed by them soon!" Hirano persuaded him.

While the two were still discussing, a figure suddenly appeared behind them.

A pair of hands reached out to Komuro Takashi, who was still staring at the TV screen.

It's close!

What is this?!Hirano hurriedly got up.

Komuro Takashi turned his head and saw a pair of large melons rushing to his face, and Shizuka Jukawa's small face was full of spring, and he was draped in a bath towel and rushed towards Komuro Taka. Put one hand on your shoulder and touch the other down.

"Komuro Taka-kun!" said Shizuka Jukawa, exhaling like pandan.

Komuro Takashi was squeezed so much that he almost couldn't breathe, and opened Shizuka Jukawa's lustful hand with difficulty.

Shizuka Jukawa turned to attack with her mouth, and Takashi Komuro slipped to resist, only to press it again where it shouldn't be. Hirano next to him was stunned, fat-faced.

"I'm sorry!" Komuro Takashi quickly let go of his hand and sat on the ground, "Speaking of the teacher, are you..."

"What's the matter, hug it a little. Shizuka Jukawa spoke skillfully and tried to attack again. Takashi Komuro resists with all his might.

"Ah, Toda-chan!" Shizuka Jukawa suddenly laughed happily as if she had found a new toy, and threw herself at Hirano

Hirano stood dumbfounded, motionless, his hands numb.

"Sauce?!"

"Good boy, good boy, so give a reward. Shizuka Jukawa swam slowly from the bottom up, giving Hirano a fragrant kiss.

Hirano nosebleeds direct.

A fragrant scene in the living room is not to be said for the time being.

Under the dim light, Qing Tai concentrated on practicing basic swordsmanship, stroke by stroke, sword by sword, big and skillful, like splashing ink.

Squeak——!

The door was pushed open, and Harita stopped just in time. If you want to be quick but not reach, he still understands these truths if he is too late.

Sweat dripped, soaking his clothes.

"Sorry to interrupt, is Qing Taijun practicing swordsmanship? I just cooked some soup and was about to bring it to you to drink. Poison Island Tsuneko held a bowl in his hand, and said with some surprise and apology.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's going to be over. And the food, thank you so much! I've been chewing chocolate for the past two days and I'm almost throwing up. Harita waved her hand and turned her head as she spoke. Then, stand on the spot.

A large piece of white and tender swaying posture directly dazzled his eyes. Poison Island-san, I didn't wear anything inside!

He wore a thin chef's uniform on the outside, like a Chinese apron.

I'm still a virgin!

No, the nosebleed is going to fall!Haruma turned her head in embarrassment.

"Ahem, that, you put down the soup first, didn't you change your clothes? When I went out with Komuro Takashi before, I found some changes and came back. ”

"Ah, Haruma-kun is so shy, it's not good, it's hard to find a girlfriend!" said Poison Island Tsuneko with a smile on the table. With her royal sister demeanor, it is simply a fascination!

Qing Tai does not squint. Honestly, he felt like something was really coming out of his nose.

Tsuneko Poison Island walked out with a smile.

She went out on her front foot, and Queen Mother Qing began to look for toilet paper on her feet. After a scramble, I finally stopped the nosebleed. It's very similar to a certain black-bellied girl in One Piece!

Then, Haruma picked up the soup and began to drink it one by one.

The thick soup that had just come out of the pot, high-grade frozen beef, with some vegetables, and a mouthful of thick soup immediately warmed his whole body. The craftsmanship of the son is really good!

Harita was a little surprised, and instead picked up the chopsticks and ate the contents.

I have to say that the craftsmanship of Poison Island is really good, the simple pot of soup is cooked fragrantly, the beef is just the right amount of softness, and the fresh taste of vegetables is maintained. It was a great blessing on a night like this.

Haruma kept talking and drank the entire bowl of soup in one go.

"How's it going?" Haruta had just raised her head when she met Tsumiko Poisonshima's expectant eyes.

Harita sat on the bed and stepped back slightly.

"It's very delicious!

"Well, because my father has been in the dojo in the field, I am usually home alone, so I know a little bit about cooking. Poison Island explained.

"By the way, Qing Taijun, I see that your basic swordsmanship is already very good, are you interested in learning our family's swordsmanship?"

"Huh?!" Haruma was surprised and delighted. He had long wanted to learn more advanced swordsmanship, but as an ordinary student in this world, it was difficult for him to come into contact with the true inheritance. If it's a time of peace, maybe you can go to a dojo and pretend to be a genius with the system.

But now that it's so dangerous outside, and there's chaos everywhere, who still has the heart to preach and teach?

Poison Island Tsuneko offered to teach him swordsmanship, which was really unexpected!

"That, Tsuko-san, I won't be blamed by my uncle if you teach me swordsmanship, right?" Harita scratched her head. I really want to learn advanced swordsmanship, but I think other dojos have their own rules.

Like in martial arts novels, stealing martial arts will abolish martial arts at best, and beat them to death with sticks. Thinking about these Haruma's little hearts, his liver is fluttering.

"I'm the next master of the dojo, so my father won't blame me. However, Qing Taijun, if you disappoint me, the result will be terrible!" Poison Island Tsuneko pursed her mouth, looking a little sullen, and then a dangerous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

How do I feel that the future is very dark!

In the quiet room, Poison Island Tsumiko held a white rubber knife in his hand and slowly explained.

"The dojo inherited by our family is one of the ten major Japanese schools of swordsmanship. Mirror Heart Wise Flow is a kind of "position" that emphasizes action, that is, posture, form, artistry and practicality, and is more inclined to artistic swordsmanship!"

Qing Tai was so sudden, no wonder Yanzi's moves were so good-looking, I thought it was because of the beauty bonus. It turns out that there is also a reason for the swordsmanship.

"The ancestor of Kagami Akechi-ryu was a native of the Yasunaga period, named Momoi Hachiro Saemon. This Momoi Hachiro was originally from the Yanagisawa family, but later left the main family to start his own martial arts training, and was proficient in various martial arts. After Geishei, he founded Kagishin Achi-ryu and founded the Momoi Dojo in Edo. ”

"The genre has been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years. And I'm the heir of this generation!"

Poison Island Hisako paused for a moment and continued.

"Next, I'll explain to you the swordsmanship of the Mirror Heart Wise Flow in detail!"

Harita listened intently.

【Ding!The system detected swordsmanship: Mirror Heart Wise Flow!Judged to be advanced swordsmanship!Inclusion completion: 13%!】

[Completion rate: 24%!]

.......

[Inclusion Completion: 100%!Advanced Swordsmanship: Mirror Heart Wise Flow has been recorded!]

There was a cold voice in my ears. Haruma was in a trance for a while.

"Qing Taijun, do you remember everything?" Poison Island Tsuneko was steaming hot and sweating a little. Obviously, this set of swordsmanship has wasted a lot of effort.

Harita nodded. As soon as his mind moved, all the swordsmanship about the Mirror Heart Wise Flow came to his mind, like a book with paintings, and the chapters were all complex swordsmanship.

Mirror heart wise flow, pay attention to art, this kind of artistry mainly reflects a word "bit", that is, pay attention to the form, posture of grace and chic. This may have something to do with the genre master of the genre, Nao Momoi Haruzo, who, according to legend, is a beautiful man.

Of course, in the turbulent era of the last years of the shogunate, it was impossible to survive with artistic swordsmanship!

It is said that the strongest man of the genre, Momoi Haruzonao, when he swords, is often as gorgeous as a dance, accompanied by plum blossoms. But when the sword is turned back into its sheath, it often brings death. Even the slain will have a weird smile on his face. It's like you've just finished enjoying a beautiful dance music.

Later generations are incompetent, and such things can only be regarded as legends now. Poison Island Tsuneko also has some regret when he talks about this.

PS: 3200 chapters!