His punch was purely out of the muscular instinct of this body.

But that's not quite right.

This body is in a state of 'wounded', and it stands to reason that it shouldn't be so bad.

Xicheng style thought about it, but he also felt relieved.

I still underestimated the original owner to some extent.

It is not easy to think that the young people who can complete the difficult record of 'going down and going up' and sit firmly in the number one position of the Tokyo Koji Association.

And—

Nishijo turned to look into the air.

A thin black mist filled the air.

These black mist Xicheng style is familiar.

Isn't this the black qi in his body?

Under Xicheng's gaze, these black qi quickly poured into his body.

The Nishijo style can be clearly perceived.

The moment these black qi entered the body, the soreness in the chest was significantly relieved.

The dark purple air mass seemed to be withdrawn a little.

This sudden discovery made Nishijo's heart move.

Isn't this a good opportunity to recover?

Pick one or two soft persimmon resentful spirits a day and drag them out to practice, and you can also recover from the injuries on your body by the way.

Xicheng couldn't help but raise his head and look at all kinds of strange and resentful spirits in the basement.

It's strange to say.

Under the expression of the West Side, the wraiths that had been screaming ceased to wail, the twisted shadows stopped wriggling, and the basement fell timidly into silence.

The shining-eyed expressions of the West Castle style also made the Ishimura Managers next to him stunned.

What's going on?

The Mage of Xicheng looked at these resentful spirits, weird... How is it the same as looking at a first love?

Normal people don't do that, right?

But he thought about it.

The Mage of Xicheng mainly deals with weird and resentful spirits.

Of course, he looked at these resentful spirits, and his eyes were full of light.

This is a sign of love for the cause.

Thinking about it, Ishimura Taketo secretly wrote down the 'sycophant book' in his heart about the Xicheng-style love for his career, and asked in a low voice:

"Master Xicheng, what should I do next? Is it going home or...? ”

Nishijo did not answer this question.

To be honest, Nishijo really wants Ishimura to find a few more resentful spirits for him to practice.

But it's better not to do things that are too counterintuitive.

Three or four times a day is a bit too much to practice with resentful spirits.

But when you think about it, halving it to once or twice a day shouldn't be much of a problem.

But this is also a matter of temptation... Calculate.

What kind of attitude does the Xicheng-style identity have to treat others, and it will take time to find clues.

To sum up, going home is definitely a good option.

But—

Where is home...?

That's another problem.

It can also be heard from the words of Arito Ishimura that Nishijo-style did not live in this building.

Then that's a bit of a hassle.

On the other side, seeing that Xicheng Shi had not spoken, the Ishimura manager next to him thought that he hadn't heard, so he spoke again:

"Mage Xicheng?"

"Then let's go back first." Xicheng's tone was flat, and he walked two steps at the same time, and asked quietly: "Shicun, how long have you been with me?" ”

Hearing this question in the style of Xicheng, Ishimura only felt that his head was dizzy - this is pie in the sky!

My instincts were right! Has Master Xicheng finally sensed my loyalty to him and is about to promote me?

Isn't it time for me to show my loyalty? Not to mention the sea of fire on the knife mountain, how can you have the liver and brain to the ground and do your best, right?

Ishimura didn't dare to let Nishiro wait longer, so he hurriedly replied:

"It's been half a year, Master Xicheng."

"Has it been half a year?"

Xicheng Shishi groaned, and then under the gaze of Ishimura Taketo, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, squeezing out a smile:

"Ishimura, I'm optimistic about you, you're a good material, don't let me down."

"Yes!"

Mage Xicheng, this is a manifestation that he has already treated me as his own!

Ishimura puffed and gasped, his body tensed, and he looked like he was eager to rush out now to 'smear his liver and brain' for the Nishijo-style 'liver and brain'.

This is not an exaggeration, the Japanese workplace is very cruel, even if you are scolded by your boss, you can't talk back, and it is a very honorable thing for ordinary employees to be respected by their boss.

Because it's directly related to your salary and job changes.

"Well, do a good job. It's up to you to send me back tonight. ”

Nishijo patted him on the shoulder again and naturally proposed.

"Yes! I will definitely complete the instructions of Master Xicheng! ”

Orito Ishimura nodded vigorously.

He felt that the Xicheng mage tonight was particularly easy to talk to, not as cold as usual, giving people a particularly difficult feeling to get along with.

However, Ishimura Rieto's sense of disobedience was also dispelled by the thoughts of 'doing his best' and 'smearing his liver and brain' in his mind - he is the first dogleg of the Xicheng style!

"Lead the way." Xicheng simply replied and spoke.

"Huh? But let the Western City Mage walk behind..."Ishimura hesitated.

"Lead the way." The Xicheng style shows that he doesn't care about such trivial things at all.

His tone was calm but forceful, and it seemed that he would not allow Ishimura to question his decision at all.

"Yes!"

Ishimura tensed up and replied in a loud voice.

Nishijo followed behind Ishimura Rinto, turned left and right, and walked for a long time before he came to a Japanese-style room.

In his room, he changed out of his hunting dress and put on the clothes that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old in Tokyo should wear—a thick gray coat with a white lining, and a pair of slightly thicker black slacks.

It can be seen that the weather outside should be autumn and winter, otherwise most Japanese people would not have dressed so bloated, with the idea of 'demeanor rather than temperature'.

After putting this on, Xicheng looked at himself in the dressing mirror.

The height is appropriate, and the visual measurement is about 1.79 meters tall.

With a slightly hard face, the facial features are delicate and heroic, and it looks intimate.

But there is a slight edge in his eyes, although it is not stinging, but it can also make most people who want to get too close have a sense of respect in their hearts.

Just wearing this outfit, Xicheng looks like a good student, not at all like the vicious people who are involved in illegal gatherings like the Guangji Society, which are all sought-after goods in the sorority.

It can be seen that this Xicheng style usually disguises himself very well.

He subconsciously touched his pocket and found that his mobile phone, wallet, and keys were all available.

Nishijo-style was relieved.

With these things, at least you don't have to end up with no idea of anything.

He doesn't know the password of the bank card, but he is not worried, anyway, looking at the illegal assembly, there is no shortage of money, and he is the number one to let Ishimura get a new bank card, which is not much of a problem, right?

Anyway, it was the money of the Guangji Society, and he didn't feel distressed when he used it in the Xicheng style.

But—

"Student ID?"

Xichengshi muttered in a low voice, frowning as he looked at the documents that had slipped out of his pocket.

This was something he didn't expect.

is already the leader of the Guangji Association, this Xicheng style is still struggling with the identity of the student?

But... If you think about it, you can actually analyze it.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, it is exactly the age of going to school.

And even if the Guangji Society is exposed in a certain operation, Xicheng Shi can completely rely on his identity as a student to escape responsibility.

After all, having the identity of a 'student' on his head can be regarded as a gold medal for avoiding death in a sense.

That's how Japanese society is.

Just bring a 'student' status.

The public, the media, will naturally put you in a vulnerable position.

You don't need to make a statement, you just need to put on an 'innocent, uninformed' appearance, and there will naturally be righteous people to defend you.

Moreover, there may be a deeper reason for this layer of 'student identity'.

So why don't you give me a full set of memories when you travel over?

Nishijo exhaled a little depressedly.

He shoved his student ID card into his pocket and let out a white breath.

There's still a lot to do when I go back.

Xicheng-style words and deeds on weekdays?

Who are you involved with?

Who can be trusted?

How can I get back to health as quickly as possible?

The most important thing is -

How exactly did Nishigi die?

I haven't died yet, will those who are hiding in the shadows do it to me again?

Nishijo-shiki looked thoughtfully out the window.

Outside the silk paper window of the Japanese wind -

Snowflakes as white as bones...

It is slowly falling.