Yue Longze was lying in the warm quilt, very comfortable, and soon there was a slight snoring.

.......

"Thank you, Dagu."

Keigo Masaki looked at the strangely shaped transformer in his hand and smiled happily. I finally became a light! The transformation device in your hand is the best proof of this!

"The earth is guarded by us!"

Dagu took a deep look at Keigo Masaki.

.....

After sleeping for nearly an hour, Yue Longze slowly woke up, rubbed his confused eyes, and looked out the window at the heavy snow that kept falling.

"It's pure white snow..."

It would be nice if all human hearts were as clean and pure as this snow.

Yue Longze sighed that humans have too many dark sides

...

Half an hour later.

In front of the door of the Erdao Stream Gym in Yuelongze, I heard the constant shouts from inside the Gym, and I had to sigh that the business of the Erdao Stream Gym was booming.

Yue Longze crossed his arms, leaned lazily on the door frame, and looked at these students casually, his qualifications were indeed very good, and every move was clear-sighted.

"Huh! It's that pair of Mount Everest! ”

Yue Longze's gaze stayed on a female student with a melon seed face who was leading the way.

It was the girl that Yue Ryuzawa and Chiba Taio met at the door when they first came to the Erdao Stream Gym. At that time, Yue Longze's eyes were completely attracted by the pair of plumps on the girl's chest.

With every wave of the girl's arms, the stretching of her shoulders, the huge breasts are shaking... made several male students around secretly target.

As if feeling the gaze of being watched, the girl turned her head faintly, and her beautiful eyes flicked slightly. I saw Yue Longze leaning leisurely in front of the door of the gym, smiling and looking at her.

"That guy looks like the pervert from last time."

The girl is still a little impressed, after all, there are really few people who dare to look at her directly like this.

The girl stopped waving the wooden sword in her hand, turned her head and calmly said to the students behind her, "Everyone should rest first." ”

Her voice was soft, but there was a vague sense of irresistible majesty.

"Yes, Senior Sister Reiko."

A neat answer came from the rear. Immediately, the students relaxed and began to talk and laugh about their own topics, or close their eyes to recuperate.

"Ahem..."

Seeing that everyone had stopped training, Yue Longze covered his mouth and coughed a few times, stepped forward and said, "That, is your curator here?"

Everyone moved their eyes to Yue Longze in unison.

A small number of students in the Erdao Stream Gym still have a little impression of this young man, last time this young man came to the Corridor Hall with the curator, but then everyone dispersed, and no one knew what happened next.

In fact, if these people knew about the fight between Yue Longze and Miyamoto Tetsuo, Yue Longze would definitely be worshiped by this group of students.

"What are you looking for the curator to do, do you want to come and learn the second knife stream?"

The girl who was known as Senior Sister Reiko wiped the fragrant sweat on her forehead and asked lightly, she really didn't have a good impression of Yue Longze.

"My name is Yue Longze, and I am a friend of your curator, and I came to him this time for something."

Yue Longze turned his gaze away from the girl's proud twin peaks with difficulty, and said a little unnaturally.

This so-called Senior Sister Reiko seems to be in her eighteenth year, not very old, but her charm is too great....

"How did I not know that the curator had a friend like you?"

The girl frowned, with a different kind of beauty.

"It seems that this Senior Sister Reiko has a bit of a prejudice against me..."

Yue Longze muttered to himself in his heart, "Who told you to be good-looking and have so big breasts..."

....

"I really am your Curator's friend! If you don't believe me, you can call your curator and ask if you can't! ”

Yue Longze said sincerely.

"Okay, you wait."

The girl glanced at Yue Longze suspiciously, then walked to the locker, took out her mobile phone from the cabinet that belonged to her, pressed it a few times with her white fingers, and dialed the phone.

...

"Dad, there is a young man named Yue Longze in the gym who said that he is your friend and has something to do with you."

The girl whispered softly into the other end of the phone.

！！！

Father?

Yue Ryuze was stunned when he heard the girl's words, daring to love her for being the daughter of Tetsuo Miyamoto...

In a few seconds of Yue Longze's confusion, the girl had already ended the call, frowning the slender and slightly curved willow eyebrows, and looked at Yue Longze with a strange look.

"I didn't expect you to be really my father's friend."

The girl said in disbelief, because she knew her father better than anyone else, withdrawn, arrogant, and indifferent. All these kinds of words are not an exaggeration to put on him.

"I really didn't expect you to be Mr. Miyamoto's daughter."

Yue Longze said that he was also shocked.

"Dad, he'll come over later, you can wait."

Because Yue Ryuze is a friend of his father, Miyamoto Reiko's tone is not as indifferent as before.

Yue Longze leaned at the door leisurely, looking at the snowflakes that kept falling, and was stunned again...

After about a cup of tea, a very thin ghost-like figure appeared in the goose feather snow.

There is no doubt that it was Tetsuo Miyamoto.

"Long time no see, Aze-kun."

Tetsuo Miyamoto removed the black top hat from his head, revealing his trademark slab head, and a perennially pale face appeared with a smile that was difficult to detect.

"Mr. Miyamoto, long time no see."

Yue Longze bowed his head slightly and smiled back.

"Mr. Curator."

When the students in the Erdao Channel Hall saw the arrival of the curator, they all stood up and tidied up their clothes, and bowed to Tetsuo Miyamoto in a unified and neat manner.

"Daddy."

Reiko Miyamoto happily walked to Tetsuo Miyamoto's side on jade feet like lotus roots, and hugged Tetsuo Miyamoto's arm affectionately.

"Dad, how can you have a friend like him!"

In front of her father, Reiko Miyamoto looks very well-behaved and cute.

"Aze-kun is actually a very good young man."

Tetsuo Miyamoto looked at his daughter with a doting and loving look, and then turned his head sideways and took a deep look at Yue Longze

He will only be like a different person when facing his daughter. After all, her daughter is the closest person to her.

"Aze-jun is here this time because I want to learn again."

Tetsuo Miyamoto felt that there was a faint battle intent on Yue Ryuze's body.

"You've got it right, Mr. Miyamoto."

During this time, Yue Longze's swordsmanship has made some progress, and the sword drawing technique, which is his nirvana, is his weapon to win.

Yue Longze paused, hesitated and continued: "I hope... This time it can be a real battle! Fight with real swords! ”

Tetsuo Miyamoto's expressionless face was also stunned at this time.

In fact, it's not that Yue Longze wants to pretend to be forced or anything, but that the training is not used at all with a scabbard! Without a scabbard, he didn't use the sword drawing technique at all.

The surrounding students, including Reiko Miyamoto, all stared at Yue Ryuze with an incomprehensible gaze. made Yue Longze uncomfortable for a while.

From the conversation, they learned that this young man seemed to have challenged the curator once before, and the curator's attitude towards this young man also shocked them.

"Are you really sure? If you make a mistake, it's not good. ”

The look of astonishment on Tetsuo Miyamoto's face was only fleeting, and he asked lightly.

"I'm sure! But do you have any real swords here? ”

It is impossible for Yue Longze to use the Cong Yun Sword to fight with Miyamoto Tetsuo, the Cong Yun Sword sharpens iron like clay, and no matter how many swords Miyamoto has, it is not enough for him to cut ......

"Absolutely."

Tetsuo Miyamoto walked over to the lockers, pulled out a slender key, and opened the largest of them.

Inside are a few samurai swords with an antique atmosphere!