"Dingding......

Fukae is woken up to a series of jingle sounds.

He yawned and set his phone's media volume to 0 again.

Then, somewhat tiredly, he rubbed his face.

Since the first video posted online, he no longer needs an alarm clock.

Just set the media volume to 100% at 8 a.m. every day, and he will be able to wake up to a series of background tones.

Probably, this is the boring daily life of a big up master......

Today, in the district where Shenhui lives, there is a newly opened exhibition.

As an UP master of the handicraft area, Shenhui often goes to the comic exhibition area, dance area and other areas as a background board.

Occasionally, in the dense video barrage, content such as "LSP" will also be refreshed.

In this regard, Shenhui obviously did not care.

I'm sp, I'm real!

Fukae spat out the scum in her mouth, then pressed her hand on her somewhat fluffy messy hair.

He had never cared about that before.

But judging from the previous video feedback, it is better to be a little more normal.

He didn't want to be ghosted anymore......

If anything, it was normal when Fukae woke up.

Perhaps the starting point of everything will start when he is about to go out, opening the door of the collection room on a whim......

In the case of a certain bad stalk, it is: the gears of fate are rolling at this moment......

"What is this?"

Fukae looked at the long sword that he was the proudest of his collection, placed in the middle of the entire collection room.

"The Sword of Azaccana?"

Fukae whispered like a dream whisper.

Little by little, he made the whole long sword.

No one knows every detail of this sword better than him.

But at this moment, he felt completely unfamiliar!

Is this the sword I made?

Fukae looked at the long sword that was exuding some kind of breathtaking aura in front of him, and he thought uncertainly.

Prior to this, Fukae had been hearing some rumors about weapons.

Among them, the most down-to-earth should belong to the butcher's "killing innumerable" pig-killing knife.

It is said that someone will pay for the butcher's pig-killing knife.

As for what they ended up doing, no one knows.

Shen Hui never felt that he would be oppressed by a dead thing.

If it is said that it is like the Buddha of Foshan, it will captivate all living beings with its magnificent momentum.

Fukae is still understandable.

But how could a sword, or a sword he made, make him tremble?

Fukae swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as a handicrafter, his hands must be extremely stable.

But at the moment, it's trembling......

Fukae knew that she was afraid.

He was not a decisive warrior, or even a disciplined soldier.

In the face of such an unknown oppression, as if the air had become thin, his fear was a phenomenon that normal humans should exhibit.

But I don't know why, Shenhui Ghost made God take a step forward!

He wanted to get closer to the sword, he wanted to see how it could have this miraculous performance.

This instinctive action made Fukae almost suffocate!

It's like doing something indisciplined, and the feeling before being called to the office by the head teacher without knowing it.

It always takes a bit of courage to take the first step......

But some people start to brisk after the first step.

Even, I began to imagine how to be chic at night after surviving this hurdle......

Fukae doesn't think he's such a person.

It's just that when he lagged behind in the moment of breathing, he felt a little more relaxed.

Is there something wrong with my mind?

Fukae began to walk a somewhat jerky script, gradually approaching the sword that had become unfamiliar.

It hasn't changed......

This was the first thought after Fukami's closer observation.

But what has changed?

Fukae doesn't know.

But he was sure that some strange change had happened to the sword.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been stopped by a handful of dead objects like a psychopath.

Between denying one's mental state or affirming a fantasical answer, people tend to choose the former.

After observing in front of the sword for a long time, Fukae felt that he had gained nothing.

Maybe it's because the milk she drank before has been digested, and Fukami feels like her body has more calories.

This emboldened him a bit.

So he gritted his teeth, and Shen Hui directly picked up the sword.

Then, a loud, muffled voice rang in his ears:

"My name: Azakana!"

On the roof, not far away, an orange cat wagged its tail leisurely......

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"Audience friends, I seem to have been pigeoned......"

In the comic exhibition, a certain female up glanced at the camera and said.

It's been an hour since she agreed with Shenhui.

In the bleak autumn wind, there were already three Nero, one Sister Cannon and two Golden Shining passing by her.

And the "surprise" milk tea she prepared was completely cold at the moment.

Bastard, pigeon me at such a time!

A certain female up master thought viciously in her heart.

But on the surface, it still shows a calm and tranquil atmosphere.

She caught a glimpse of the mobile phone used to play the barrage, on which "the up master is installed again", "Hurry up and liberate your true form!" Such a barrage made her have a few more green veins on her forehead.

At this time, a Deadpool with a high degree of restoration happened to pass by.

He looked at a certain female upper standing in place and thought for a moment.

Probably preparing for the whole job......

But under the murderous gaze of the other party, Deadpool was slightly stunned in place.

Then he smiled awkwardly at the camera and ran away.

"I have an inner taste......", "It's worthy of you!" ”

Seeing this scene, the speed of the barrage began to soar at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As we all know, live streaming accidents can always provoke more onlookers.

Some of the bad temperaments of human beings make them always full of unimaginable enthusiasm for the embarrassing things of onlookers.

And at this time, a certain trotting, panting figure attracted everyone's attention.

"It's the home field!" "The name of the ace pigeon has a successor!" "As we all know, being late doesn't count as a pigeon – even if it's an hour ......"

The barrage began a new round of rolling.

However, a certain female up master finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Fortunately, the other party came, otherwise it would be really bad to wait for how it would end.

After all, they are acquaintances.

Even plastic friendship on the Internet must at least maintain a scene of harmony.

What's more, the profession they are currently engaged in makes them need to think more carefully in this regard.

After a false politeness and a vague confrontation, Fukae ends this hidden contact at the cost of a big meal.

Then, a certain female up master noticed the long sword in the other party's hand.

"What is this?"

She asked, looking at the other person.

"Yazarcana ......"

Fukami's face twitched unnaturally, and then she said in a rather subtle tone......

Subsequently, he looked at the various comic exhibitions of "demons and monsters" around him.

A subtle sense of déjà vu suddenly appeared in my heart:

"There's always something that takes advantage of the manga to show its true activity......"

Once, he thought it was just a joke.

Now, he's living like he was in the joke......

Madan, that Saitama over there can't be real, right?

Fukae glanced at a certain Saitama, who had an unusually high degree of restoration over there, and he felt that everything he was looking at now seemed to be real.

And in places that others hadn't noticed, there was some indescribable purple in the inside of Fukami's eyes......