Regardless of the light of his whole body, the man fell to the ground with a rolling belt, endured the pain and knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Please surround my life, I will promise you whatever you ask, I only hope you can spare me." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"I'm sorry, all I want is your life."

Slowly raising the long knife, Sika did not show mercy, the knife flashed, and the man's arm flew away with blood.

"Ahh The man knelt on the ground, clutching the severed arm and screaming.

"Does it hurt? It must have hurt! ”

"But what are you, compared to the grief I have endured, you are nothing to worry about."

"It's okay, scream, wail, beg for mercy, the hatred between us is just beginning to reckoning."

"Poof"

The knife fell in his hand, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, accompanied by the blood in the sky, and the man's arms and feet were all cut off.

Looking at the man who had lost his limbs and had turned into a human stick, Sika did not have a trace of pity in his heart, pointed the tip of the knife at the man's third limb, and suddenly realized: "By the way, there is still this place that I didn't expect, I guess you must have used this place to harm many people before, so in order to avenge those people, and for you not to ...... in the future Sorry, I forgot you didn't have a later life. ”

"No...... Don't ......"

"Bump" accompanied by the sound of broken eggs, Sika smiled evilly and removed his leather shoes, glanced at the garbage that had turned into meat foam, and after glancing at the foaming mouth and losing consciousness, shook his head, and slashed the blade through the man's neck with his backhand, and rolled a big head to the side.

The man had been punished enough, and besides, he had broken down at this point, and there was no point in inflicting physical torture on him.

Wipe the knife a few times on the man's clothes and put it in the sheath.

Turning his head to look at the beautiful woman who was huddled in the corner of the wall, except for the beautiful woman who had been quietly watching her move since she first screamed, she said softly, "You, aren't you afraid?"

The woman shook her head, glanced at Sika and then looked at the man with the broken corpse again, her eyes flashing with a hint of complexity, but it was immediately replaced by pleasure.

Sika shook her head, thought about it and turned away, not wanting the woman's life.

This is also a poor woman who has been plagued by men.

Listening to the sound of the alarm bell, he glanced back at the hall that had turned into hell, closed his hood, and waved his blood-stained trench coat, and left without looking back.

A minute later, countless police cars surrounded the building, and at the same time, large men in black rushed over from all over the place......

……

Pulling out the blade, looking at the blade that already had a few cracks, Sika shook his head, although it was also cast by Hattori Hanzo, but after all, it was not a carefully forged Hanzo knife, although it was extremely sharp, but it was not a divine weapon after all.

"A knife is a murderous weapon after all."

Turning his head, Sika bowed respectfully in front of a man of medium stature, a little chubby, wearing a white samurai suit with a flat head, "Hello, Master Hanzo."

At the level of Sika, the slightest hint of wind and grass around her couldn't hide from her, and Hattori Hanzo was discovered by her just after he came.

Hattori Hanzo didn't care about Sika, walked to the place where Sika put the knife, took the knife down, looked at the knife in his hand and said: "Today I came to count the knife and found that one was missing, I don't know who took it, but I know that no matter who it is, it will eventually be stained with blood."

Pulling the knife out, he watched Sika carefully clean the blood that still remained on the blade of the knife in the aisle, "It seems that I guessed correctly, I can feel the wail of the unjust soul on the knife." ”

Putting the knife together on the knife holder and turning to look at Sika, Hattori Hanzo continued, "White-haired samurai, you seem to have done a great deal today."

"I'm sorry, Master Hanzo, I used the knife here without your permission."

Hattori Hanzo shook his head: "Master doesn't need to, now I'm just a hotel owner." And...... You don't have to apologize to me, every knife has its own destiny, and since you chose it, it is destined to accompany you through such things. ”

"But...... I still have to apologize to you. Sika bowed deeply to Hattori Hanzo again, then looked up at him with a serious expression.

There are not many people who can admire Sika, and it can even be said that there are very few, but Hattori Hanzo is definitely one.

Although his appearance is not amazing, his swordsmanship has already entered the house, and he is even better than the original Ishii Tail Ren, not to mention that he is also the world's top swordsmith.

Of course, what Sika admires most is his martial virtues. She knew that although her current swordsmanship might be stronger than Hattori Hanzo, her martial arts, or spirit, mind and consciousness were not a little worse than him.

"We met a few years ago." Hattori Hanzo said suddenly, "At the beginning, you were only fourteen or fifteen years old, and your strength was not as strong as it is now, you were just a little girl, and after a few years, I didn't expect you to change so much now." A faint glance at Sika's white hair, he could see at a glance that Sika's white hair had gone through great grief to become like this.

Sika said: "Thank you for remembering me, it's my fault that I haven't come to talk to the master for a few years."

Hattori Hanzo shook his head and said: "There's no need to talk to me, I'm about to become a bad old man, now I'm very satisfied with being an innkeeper, you young people should do your own thing, why are you looking for me if you have nothing to do?"

Seeing that Sika was silent, Hanzang said: "But a few years ago, I asked you why you asked me to forge Hanzang Sword, and your answer was guarding. Did you break your oath in the first place? ”

"I'm sorry, master, but now I don't deserve to use the Hanzo knife anymore."

"Nope. You haven't done anything wrong, in my opinion, people are the same as knives, there are choices everywhere, you choose this path, then this is your fate, whether it's right or wrong, everything is your own choice, and others are not qualified to accuse you of anything. ”

Putting the knife down in Sika's hand, a smile appeared on the corner of Hattori Hanzo's mouth: "Go, white-haired samurai, go and do what you have to do, and if you are interested then, you can come and talk to me, a lonely person."

"I just hope you don't lose yourself in the end."

"Thank you, Master, I understand my mission, but this knife ......"

"He chose you, and you chose it, didn't you?"

"I see!" Sika was silent for a moment, and after bowing deeply to the respectable man again, he put the knife on his back and turned to leave in silence.

It seems that the master does not know what happened yesterday, she does not know that I am her and not her.

……

"Who the hell are you? Why do I feel like you're her and not her? ”