"Maybe it's because they don't know their dreams, and the wanderers chase the phantom."

Jiude Mai groaned in a low voice, her voice was clear, and there was a trace of sadness between her eyebrows and eyes, and her posture was as extraordinary as the thirty-six song immortals in the middle of peace.

Natsumi standing in front of the keel...... Or Jörmungad, gently caressing the lifeless keel, chanting aloud as well.

"閑さや岩にしみ入る蝉の音 (Silence, cicada sound into Qingyan)"

At the same time, the old music box plays a tune of the Japanese metropolitan scale.

“…… It seems that Sister Steal also has a lot of experience in Japanese culture? Mai was choked for a moment, and what she was chanting was nothing more than boring in her spare time, not as good as the 'Hai Sheng' Matsuo Basho. This feeling of eating deflated is quite like playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

"It's not an experience, it's just an understanding." Jörmungad replied lightly, and then turned his body to Mai, "You know I'm coming?" ”

"Who knows," Mai shrugged and leapt out of the darkness in a flirtatious manner, "It's just that there was a hole in Norma's defensive circle suddenly, so I came in and took a look." Stealing sister, you're the first, ah, there's the second. ”

As soon as her words fell, a distinct breathing sounded.

"I wonder if there are any others? Maybe you can get together a table of mahjong. ”

Her eyes wandered, looking around at all the silence and darkness around her.

"Yes, yes! How can you not participate in such an interesting thing as playing mahjong? ”

Another person stepped out of the darkness, but his attitude was very enthusiastic, and his hands were held high, as if he really came over to play mahjong.

"There are so many of them," Mai raised her eyebrows, then raised her hand and high-fived, "Then let's meet first!" ”

A bright light was cast and shone straight on Konstantin's golden keel, and at the same time, the three of them also tensed up in an instant, ready for battle. Only Jörmungandr still stood indifferently, looking at the three of them with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

However, in front of some people, it is destined to remain quiet for a long time.

“…… My uncle," Mai suffocated a smile as she looked at the bold fourth comer, "Is it really good to dress like this?" ”

"Isn't it possible?" The man looked down at his outfit, "handmade leather shoes, suits, ties, and watches ......"

"She meant the hood."

Patsy politely reminded him that he was the secretary and correspondent of the Gattuso family, and even now he insisted on dressing as formally as he did at a drinking party, and the only thing that might ruin his image was the thick organic mud wrapped in his Italian leather shoes.

I have to admit that the botanical garden is really not easy to walk.

"KFC Colonel," the man shrugged nonchalantly, "I haven't seen anyone before." ”

On the side, the paper bag on his head was still shaking his head with his movements, and the bright and kind smiling face of KFC Grandpa was particularly eye-catching.

"By the way, this thief is the secretary and commissioner of the investigation team, and he has the possession of the white card, Mr. Parcy Gattuso."

Perhaps in retaliation for the loophole that Percy had pitted, the man immediately sold Paxi's identity first.

"Fortunately, you can just call me Patsy."

Patsy did not panic at all, and bowed steadily, her blonde hair shining like gold in the light. "In addition, I am authorized by the school board to supervise the school property, and strictly speaking, the keel cross also belongs to the school board, so there is no law that I am stealing."

"Ah, I understand this," Mai Kutoku high-fived with a smile, "It's what the Chinese call 'the business of a reader, how can it be considered stealing', right?" ”

"There are still some differences," the man replied by scratching his head (paper bag) sternly, "but your Chinese rhetoric is good." ”

"Thank you for the compliment, there is a saying, China and Japan are not separated."

It's like a duel in the rivers and lakes, and no one is willing to do it first, because whoever does it will be the first to show flaws and become the target of the public first, so they can only let go of the scene. But some people don't want to play this ridiculous stage play again.

A palpitating realm begins in Jörmungandr, arcs of lightning leaping across the bronze floor, revealing the dangers of this realm. For her, the current five-meter radius is just the beginning.

"For those who hold power and power, they don't disdain to play mahjong, even if it's sitting in the bank,"

She finally spoke, straightened her arm and said lightly, and immediately, an alchemy core was activated in the academy's ancient collections, and a huge two-story musical instrument was played instantly.

The sound is loud, with Beethoven's characteristic romance and Chopin's usual sadness.

"Because the weak have never been able to compete with the strong, and only surrender or die."

"Looks like you're confident, beauty?" The man whistled lightly, but judging by his growing muscles, his heart was not as relaxed as he had been.

"Ah-la, that's what OSS does." Mai also stretched out her hand tied to her slender thigh, and her intuition told her that the woman in front of her was not talking big.

Being able to resist the alchemy array of the Night's Watch, or even break it, is definitely not a good character.

The field is still expanding, and the five meters ...... 10 meters ...... Twenty meters ...... Thirty meters......

Unknown metal chips churned in the air.

None of the people present could laugh, the more powerful the range, this can be regarded as one of the basic rules of the spirit for half-breeds. But the person in front of him just ignored the rules like a mustard, trampled it under his feet, and slapped several mahjong participants in the face by the way.

Patcy reached into his arms and pulled out a well-made pistol and a bullet that looked extraordinary.

He only brought this thing over just in case, but he didn't expect to encounter such a tricky enemy.

"Philosopher's Stone ......"

A calm voice came from behind him, ethereal like a ghost in the void. Patsy's pupils shrank, and she suddenly wanted to release the Spirit of Words, but it seemed too late.

"Such a precious bullet can't be wasted."

The fifth man, who suddenly came out of the shadows, seized the moment when Jörmungadr attracted everyone's attention, and as soon as he appeared, he attacked Patsy, who was the weakest of the five.

The dustless land was able to block the comer for less than half a second, and then it was violently smashed through the field, and Patsy's turn was only halfway complete, when he felt a strong blow in the abdomen. A black fist flashed in his vision, slamming him into the temple as he hung in the air.

Before he could get a taste of the twisting and breaking of his neck bones and the buzzing and jolting of his brain, the man was another beautiful taker, still grasping for the last stretch of time in the air, and performing a textbook perfect over-the-shoulder take.

The last vestiges of his consciousness were ended by a slicing palm blow to the carotid artery, expertly stimulating the vagus nerve to cause a coma.

The center, the expanding dangerous field, also paused for a moment because of this unexpected intruder.

"Who are you?"

The man bowed vigilantly to face the comer, and the immense power given to him by the Spirit of Words and Bronze Throne was already gathering momentum in his torso, giving people the illusion that he could shatter a qiē. However, thinking back to the lightning-fast triple attack before, he still didn't think that he would be able to take out the enemy in front of him lightly.

"Me? I'm just here to make soy sauce. ”

The people who came stood up straight, their faces were ordinary and with a beard, and their figures did not appear to be prominent, but showed the mild obesity of office workers.

The suit he wears is also a cheap and shoddy brand, and the watch is the kind that can be seen everywhere on the stall.

There is a hint of frustration and numbness unique to middle-aged people.

However, no one would believe that he was just a middle-aged office worker who had strayed into this place, because of the skillful movements of his search for something in Patsy's arms, because the black of his palms had not yet completely faded.

"It's all here, I'm just here to make soy sauce, why are you so nervous."

The middle-aged man tucked Patsy's gun into his bosom and smiled with satisfaction as he deftly tossed two bullets made of the Philosopher's Stone.

"The Gattuso family is really wealthy, and this thing should be used as compensation for my travel expenses."

When he was done, he picked up Patsy with one hand, and then threw him to Mr. KFC Colonel, who was waiting solemnly.

"Just leave this guy to you, right? I guess you won't let the people sent by the Gattuso family die in the Well of Oblivion so inexplicably. ”

The man did not reply, but silently put Patsy aside, without admitting or denying it.

"Okay, okay," the middle-aged man sighed helplessly, then pointed to the field that was expanding again, "My brother, I really don't plan to get involved. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is no longer the point where we can intervene. ”

- Indeed.

Because Jörmungård's sneer stopped, and the realm became more dangerous. For the voice of a sixth man came out of the darkness.

"Give you a sword. It is said that 'Budu Imperial Soul'; ”

Flashes of gold and dangerous crimson cast into two weapons that only survive in mythology.

(Thanks to [Flowing Wind and Blue Rain] and [Dream Heaven] for the 100 coins tip, and thanks to [Demons Under the Light Moon] and [Promise Punishment] for the 10 coins for the tips.)

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