As stated in the letter, the gold medal will not be refunded and will not be named.

The Imperial City Division is also not obliged to protect the gold medal owner's ownership of the gold medal, of course, the life safety Imperial City Division will still protect it, after all, the Imperial City Root at the feet of the Son of Heaven can not allow presumptuousness.

What the? Are you provoking Ye Gucheng? Bye-bye, we'll remember you.

"Can a peerless master ignore the law and kill people at will?" Mi Shan asked a little speechlessly.

"A strong person like the White Cloud City Lord, only a master of the same level can check and balance." Momaki wipes the straight kendo that is usually used as the handle of the umbrella.

"If it were usual, there would be a few masters in the imperial city who could check and balance one or two, but it's a pity that the emperor drove the expedition himself and took away most of them."

Without the checks and balances of the masters of Ouchi, this Shangyuan Festival can be regarded as a group of demons dancing.

In the space of two days, Baiji has used this sword to drive away more than a dozen waves of uninvited guests who want to get the gold medal in Mishan's hand.

Many of them know Baiji's identity and want to take advantage of the fire...... That's probably true.

What's more, he thinks that Mishan himself has no ability, and completely relies on Baiji to protect it.

All kinds of upper beams uncover tiles, adjust the tiger from the mountain, lead the snake out of the hole, what ten spices are soft and scattered, and the sad and crisp breeze is all used.

Being able to know the identity of Baiji and daring to do this is somewhat capable, but they found that Mishan, who entered the "defensive posture", was not so weak and powerless as it looked.

Seeing Baiji's slightly tired face, Mishan had an urge to throw the gold medal out in public.

Probably aware of Mi Shan's plan, although Baiji didn't say it explicitly, he still knocked on the side and said that if he really threw it out, it might not be these who want gold medals when the time comes.

It's the swordsmen who regard Ye Gucheng or Ximen Blowing Snow as idols.

Obviously, this kind of loss of gold medals will be regarded as an insult to their idols by this group of brainless fans.

"In that case, let's move somewhere else." Mishan thought for a moment and said.

"Childe, unless you leave the capital, it's useless." Baiji said.

"If we can, let's leave the capital, Ximen blowing snow vs. Ye Gucheng or something, that's it." Although Mi Shan said this, there was still some regret in his tone.

It's about the same as the World Cup finals being held next door, with VIP tickets in hand, but not being able to watch live because of one or another problem.

Baiji, who heard the regret in Mi Shan's words, immediately said: "Childe, don't care about the slave, if you can't even protect the child, the slave will have no shame to live in the world." ”

"There's no need for this, and it's too passive now." Mi Shan waved his hand to signal that Baiji didn't need to say so.

"If the son doesn't dislike it, the slave can ask Tianxiang's junior sister in Tokyo City." Baiji brought up her own sect.

“…… What's there to dislike about this? Mi Shan's eyes lit up slightly when she heard Baiji say this, and only accepted women...... Wait, it can't be in that Shufang building, right?

"It's not there, but it's not far, it's just ......" Baiji said after a moment of confusion, "It's just that men are forbidden to enter on weekdays." ”

It is forbidden, but it is not impossible.

However, when the man enters, he will definitely be broken by someone, which is why Baiji is worried about Mi Shan's disgust.

"It's not disgusting, huh...... Now that I've changed places, I've remembered a good place. When Yonesugi pondered whether to go to Tenkamon in Tokyo City, he thought of a place that was the most suitable place to stay.

Half an hour later, Baiji looked at the word "cake" floating in front of the store in front of her, and looked puzzled.

"Boss~Boss~Jianghu is in emergency~~" Mi Shan didn't explain to Baiji, but stood at the door and shouted a few times.

After waiting for half a minute, Mi Shan, who had no one to answer, calmly opened the curtain and walked into the back room.

"Huh? Son? It seems that Mi Shan's behavior, Bai Ji, who was worried that Mi Shan would be in danger in the back room, hurriedly followed.

As a result, a few seconds later, Mi Shan lifted the curtain and walked out and said, "Strange, not at home? ”

"Childe, the owner of this shop ......" Baiji finally couldn't help but ask Mi Shan.

"The owner of this shop is Ximen Blowing Snow...... Mi Shan patted his head and remembered that there was indeed a plot in the movie where Ximen Blowing Snow was dragged out by Lu Xiaofeng to investigate the strange situation, so he sat down and waited for him to come back.

Instinctively made tea for Mi Shan, and Bai Ji, who served it to the table, was stunned for at least five minutes before she came back to her senses, and looked at Mi Shan with a shocked face.

"Is there anything to fuss about?" Mi Shan took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

"No wonder...... No wonder ......" No wonder Baiji, who had been beaten several times, pursed the corners of his mouth and said to Mi Shan in a dissatisfied tone: "Childe, why didn't you talk to the slave at that time. ”

"Judging by your reaction just now, I can only say that I am glad I didn't tell you." Mishan said.

"......" Baiji who heard Mi Shan say this thought about it, if he knew that the owner of this shop was Ximen Fuxue, he would definitely affect Childe's mood because of his reaction.

Baiji, who wanted to understand, looked at Mishan with stars in her eyes, which made Mishan feel that something was wrong.

"Isn't it just Simon blowing snow......"

"Childe is amazing...... "Momaki said.

"He's amazing, anyone who has seen the movie can recognize him." Mishan doesn't think he's so powerful.

"No, no, no, no one in the rivers and lakes can talk and laugh with the sword god like you, Childe." Even called Simon Blow Cake directly in front of the other party, Mi Shan unconsciously flashed his favorability that was already full in Baiji's heart.

"What's this, after all, I'm not from the rivers and lakes, I don't know how powerful Ximen Fuxue's swordsmanship is, but the wife cake he makes tastes really good." Perhaps thirsty, Mi Shan drank the tea in three or two sips, and said when Baiji refilled his cup:

"In my eyes, Ximen Chuixue's identity as a cake shop master is much more important than his identity as a peerless swordsman."

As soon as Mi Shan's words fell, an exclamation sounded at the door of Ximen's wife's cake shop: "Well said"

Turning around, he could see that the speaker was a scumbag Hui version of Lu Xiaofeng wearing sunglasses, and Ximen Fuxue, who was dressed in white like snow and holding this sword in his hand, stood beside him with a cold face.

Mi Shan, who reacted faster than Baiji for the first time, stood up suddenly, took out the gold medal in his pocket and threw it towards Lu Xiaofeng, complaining while throwing it:

"I don't know you, and I didn't give you money, how did you Lu Xiaofeng throw the gold medal to me, causing my sister to not sleep well for the past two days."

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can name someone and say they don't know anyone, huh?" It is estimated that he thought that Mishan used some secret weapon technique when he lost the gold medal, and Lu Xiaofeng directly used his famous stunt Lingxi to clamp the gold medal with one finger.

After clamping it, I found that when Mishan was lost, it was purely forced, and there was no miscellaneous stuff attached.

Mi Shan, who saw Lu Xiaofeng's strange expression, stopped Baiji's action of drawing his sword, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and an undetectable blood flashed, and Lu Xiaofeng, who claimed to be able to catch all the weapons in the world, immediately jumped up and blew his red and swollen fingers.

Lu Xiaofeng, who had been swollen for a long time, looked at Ximen Fuxue, who had not made any movements beside him, with a sad face and said, "Xiaoxi, why don't you help me?!" ”

"What gold medal?" Ximen Fuxue moved his gaze from the ring on Mi Shan's finger to Lu Xiaofeng and asked.

Wearing a white coat and holding a sword in his hand, Ximen Blowing Snow is a little cold, and the previous home clothes and apron are not called cold, but social obstacles. ()

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