Quiet...

Eerie Silence...

No one thought that Kuroki, who is a professional swordsman, would suddenly attack a young girl. The object of his attack www.biquge.info still sat quietly, the tips of his hair hanging down his chest were slightly lifted by the strong wind, and between the ups and downs, a faint trace slid down the air.

The two of them, except for what Kuroki had said before, neither of them spoke, and looked at each other quietly, one was as immature as a young son, but actually stubborn and stubborn, and the other was as silent as Gutan, but in fact he was indifferent and cold.

Everyone present knew that Kuroki's 'like' was not between men and women, but because of the excitement and excitement of the 'old enemy' that had only appeared for a long time.

Suddenly, everyone froze in place, staring at the two facing each other with wide eyes, the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt. The heavy atmosphere gradually spread, some cold, some cold, weird and solemn, sharp and condensed, making people breathe sluggishly, and the heartbeat gradually slowed down.

Rustle~

The pens in their hands quickly wandered around the notebook, and they invariably wrote down the following data on the page with the name of 'Edogawa': calm and self-controlled, imposing, and 100% kendo.

Kikumaru's pupils widened, his whole body tensed, and he always felt that his hair was about to stand up; Xiang Riyue blinked, his half-bent body was a little stiff, but he was oppressed by the strong momentum and couldn't move; Fumita Marui opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't speak at all, and the momentum of the two ・・・・・ was so strong.

Airplanes~

The air flow flowed slowly, everyone's pupils condensed, their heartbeat stagnated, and they stared closely at the slender hand slowly stretched out, and then, slowly and methodically, picked up the teacup on the low table, shook it gently, and the ripples rippled in the teacup, and the smoke came out suddenly, and the fragrance of tea instantly overflowed, very shallow, very light・・・・・ and then gradually drifted into the air.

"The tea is cold..."

After a long time, the words that were as indifferent as frost slowly slipped out of Sakuraichi's slightly thin lips, and the teacup was placed on the low table by her, her head slightly raised, and her dark red eyes looked at Kuroki.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help frowning, their eyes fell on the still steaming teacup, and the puzzled look flashed in their eyes.

Kuroki was slightly stunned, but it was only for a moment that he was replaced by a stubborn and stubborn look, and with a movement of his hand, he pulled out the dagger on the low table, and with a slight flicker, the dagger disappeared into his hand, so fast that it was only in the blink of an eye. Then, he sat down cross-legged opposite Sakuraichi, reached out and took the teapot and another empty cup, a pot, and the pale green tea flowed out along the spout, although his hand moved, but the dark purple eyes stared coldly at Sakuraichi opposite.

As the tea is poured into the teacup, the unique fragrance of the tea gradually spreads・・・・・・

What are they going to do?

Chi Kirihara's dark green eyes widened, he really wanted to ask this sentence, but the atmosphere here and the people who were calm and calm would not allow it, so he had to keep the doubt in his heart and watch the movements of the two of them tightly.

He wasn't alone, everyone had the same question in their minds, however, with the exception of a few.

Sanada's hand holding the teacup became tighter and tighter, and his fingertips were already slightly white. Tezuka's eyelids drooped slightly, and the expression on his face was unprecedentedly solemn. Masao Kibe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the hand that was stroking the corners of his eyes had stopped. Hiyoshii's lips pursed slightly, and the essence of light flashed under his cloudy eyes. The eyes of the Xiyuan Temple Fan Shi were slightly condensed, and the hands on his knees couldn't help but clench.

As the head of the family, the old foxes who have decades of experience in fighting each other have already sensed the undercurrent that is gradually beginning to surge between the two.

"Please." Kuroki put down the teapot and slowly pushed the teacup full of hot tea to the center of the low table, and his dark purple eyes locked on Sakuraichi's somewhat thin figure.

Sakuraichi raised his head slightly, his dark red eyes narrowed, and a little whirlpool floated in the silent ancient pool, and then, his right hand slowly stretched out to the teacup.

Shiraishi Zangying was breathing for a while, his pupils locked, and he began to ・・・・・

Hum――――

Almost at the same time, the air flow flowed violently, accompanied by Sen Han's sword qi erupting.