"Knife Knife Zhai."

The cold voice of the dog demon rushed from the chest of the brute, and Ling Mei shivered unconsciously.

Although she looked like a bony teenager in the eyes of others, she knew that appearance was nothing more than an illusion created by this ruin—after all, whoever created it did not have the ability to recreate the lost timeline of another world here.

Therefore, between the canine demon's breath, the cold breath exhaled from her mouth and nose also fluttered on her chest - burrowing into the collar and clinging to the skin, like a sharp blade scraping by, even the fine fluff on the neck trembled unconsciously.

Ling Mei bowed her head slightly, and happened to meet the pair of red eyes of the dog demon - beautifully excessive.

"You know him?"

"......," Ilfan stared at the boy's face and was silent, "let me go." Then he ordered.

He clearly felt something strange too—the arm that passed through his waist, and when viewed from a distance, there were smooth muscle lines that hid infinite explosiveness. However, through the fabric, he could clearly draw the slender shape of those arms in his mind—not so much a slender man as a woman.

Eyes can deceive.

Ilfan suddenly skipped this in his mind, as a killer, it was too foolish to rely only on one sense. Every body part of the human body is capable of producing memories.

For example, the most fragile and sensitive layer of skin on the surface of the human body.

Ilmi, who was put down by Suzumei, moved his stiff limbs slightly, adjusting every subtle muscle and nerve fiber in his body. He coldly swept over the 'brute bones', and finally his eyes fell on the bull-riding knife and knife Zhai.

It was a shriveled old man, almost shrunken, with two thin mustaches and a pair of big eyes. Like Oni Dao and Suzuhime, the golden nameplate 'Dao Dao Zhai' is also followed by a question mark - is it gold, or, Killua?

Il Fan habitually tilted his head, which made the silver-haired dog demon show a strange sense of cuteness.

"Sesshomaru-sama, it's been a long time."

"Ahh Ilmi replied with a leaning body, looking condescendingly at the bull-riding sword.

Killua choked in his throat and almost couldn't answer, the silver-haired canine demon's gaze was so familiar that his body reflexively stiffened, the flow of blood slowed, and he could even hear his own pounding heartbeat—but he couldn't even stop his face from turning pale at the thought of the name of the person who had cast such a shadow on his heart.

“…… Are you still obsessed with broken teeth? The biting chill seeped from the bottom of Killu's heart to the green and black kimono fabric, and the stupid cow under him couldn't help but shake his ears.

Il's fans didn't seem to notice the abnormality of the old man's flabby skin, and still calmly said to the lines, "...... If you can make a knife ...... that is stronger than Iron Shattering"

"Eh, old man, you're — the knife forger"

The young man's voice instantly grabbed the attention of both of them at the same time.

“…… I'm a fake knife seller. ”

…… Hey, hey!! What about the dignity of the swordsmith!!

The young man sighed, took a step forward, stretched out his hand suddenly, and suddenly his arm was retracted and retracted, and he clamped the thin shoulder of the knife and knife, "Sa, then take me to see your fake knife~"

The strength of the young man's palm was no more gentle than his tone, and his five fingers clenched the shoulder blades of Dao Zhai.

The pain was so intense that Killua exhaled in pain, and the eight-year-old boy in the old man's scalp pressed his upper teeth against his mouthpiece, and his mind began to climb like a spell - run, run, run!

Those who beat the enemy Hakka do not resist those who are stronger than themselves.

The perfect prudent principle of life-saving.

“…… Let's go......"

Between his lips and teeth, he unwillingly squeezed out a reply-like reply, and the faint instinct of Killua to resist being beaten by the enemy and the automaticity of Dao Daozhai's body were annihilated.

Ilfan stood quietly aside, and Sesshomaru's strong sense of presence was completely drowned by him in the wind and snow.

He stepped forward quietly.

"Ahh

Sister Ling, who doesn't conform to the arrogant character of a brute boy, sent out an invitation spontaneously, and couldn't stop crying in her heart......

I'm going to be killed by my brother in seconds, hey!! Baby Killua, QAQ have to believe that I didn't mean it!!

The canine demon reached out like lightning!

He held the boy's wrist - unlike what the eye could see, the middle finger and thumb were buckled by a third more.

And the skin is extremely smooth, and the frequency of the pulse is not particularly strong.

A guess in his heart was verified for the most part, and he let go, and instead stroked the top of Dao Dao Zhai's bright head...... Crown...... Crown......

"Let's go."

The tone is also extraordinarily soft.

Unlike Il fans, who have been in direct contact with the rules of the game, Killua has repeated the single-player RPG mission dozens of times, and now he is completely confused, only feeling that he is ...... on the top of his head Maybe there's no way to sprout anymore, and it's not necessarily......

…… That's not right!! This isn't my body!! I'm still an eight-year-old!! (Manual wave)

RPG Toxic!

The residual pain in the shoulder blade was interrupted by this, and he was scattered a lot, thinking that this should also be regarded as a formal novice task, Killua still led the cow after all, and walked to the knife casting workshop with the Suzu brand brute bone and the Yier fan brand killing pill.

Along the way, the snow grew heavier, and a series of successive footprints were filled with potholes, uneven up and down, but instead someone and someone who followed from behind could find a lot of clues.

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The knife casting workshop of Dao Dao Zhai is still in front of the mirror-like lake.

The sky was dark, and after arriving at the knife casting workshop, several people seemed to have formed some kind of tacit understanding, and no one took the lead in talking about the knife.

Taking advantage of the short rest, Suzumi slipped in front of the lake.

Like a mirror on the surface of the water, the wind ripples, and the ripples that swing around reflect the moon in the water.

Ling Mei leaned against the trunk of the tree, sat cross-legged under the tree, the night was cold, wetting the white clothes of the young man, and a few pieces of snow fell from the bent branches, turning into a little trace of water at the end of the young man's black ponytail.

Of course, Ling Mei remembered the brute bones, the real brute bones.

That night, the boy suddenly appeared from the tree - in this era of monsters, not only is it not so romantic, but it is particularly terrifying, if Suzuhime is really a pampered princess, this one, tsk, let alone flirting with the girl, it is difficult to leave a good impression on the girl.

“…… Brute bones? ”

The cold voice of the dog demon was even more freezing at night.

Ling Mei secretly shuddered in her heart, silently disgusting that there would definitely be a late-night tryst in the woods.

Raising a wanton and arrogant young man's face, "Ah, Sesshomaru ......"

Sesshomaru is a noble son who came to the moon, and in such a scene, when the heavens and the earth are silent, he is like the clear light of the moonlight on the human world turned into an entity, cutting the shadows of the swaying tall trees and lighting up the ten thousand stars in the lake.

However, that's not exactly Sesshomaru, that's Il fans.

Before there was a clear switch of identity, Suzume blinked, clearly feeling the difference between Sesshomaru and Ilfan.

If that person is the real Sesshomaru, then even a person with his back to him can't help but turn back; But because the man was a fan of Il, he blended into the night, and even his breath sounded with the sound of the wind, and even though his hair was long silver, it was only satin of matte material.

In a trance, Ling Mei only felt that the dog demon standing in front of her had become the original appearance of the black-haired youth, with a quiet and beautiful face and inky pupils.

For Ilfan, since he had verified his suspicions, the boy's body had lost its presence in his eyes, and what he could see had become what he had thought in his heart, his skin and his fingertips—an extraordinarily good-looking woman named Suzu Fanomiya.

He couldn't help but reach out and hold down his neckline—it was a stiff suit of armor now, but if it was his original clothes, it would have been the second button on his chest.

The clasp had been circled by the woman's fingers for weeks......

Yi Ermi subconsciously tilted his head again, pressed the palm on the neckline of his chest, and stretched out towards the woman.

He felt that he must be the first to discover his identity, and it gave him an indescribable feeling, as if he had seen Killua stealing his chocolate, as if he had seen his father holding his mother's hand, and as if he had deposited his first commission in the bank......

To admit that it is joy is too superficial.

Ilmi quietly stretched out her hand and looked at the woman in front of her.

[I'm reaching out to my future marriage partner, and I hope she will hold my hand.] 】

[This is not just joy, this is, the desire to make a promise]

[Of course, if I could know how I felt at that time so clearly......] 166 Reading Network