In the recent twilight, the glow in the flower room is gradually blooming, dyeing the brilliant flowers into a more dreamy halo.

Anse Air was still recuperating in the hospital, and Sakurano took another turn in the flower room that had been carefully cared for, and when she came out and returned to the garden, she saw two people who were not expected.

"See you again."

She looked at the man who had lifted his glasses and smiled a little elegantly at her, tilted her head to look at the girl who was still standing next to the man, and smiled, her eyes pale and faint.

"Guidance. How did you end up here? ”

"Entrusted with your training for the rest of the year."

Hatsuna glanced at Richard, who was standing in the distance, and touched the top of the girl's hair next to him, saying lightly.

"Until you get what you want."

Sakurano was stunned for a moment before she turned to laugh.

"When did he find you?"

"A long time ago."

Hatsuna glanced at Sakura, who was smiling a little unpredictably, and glanced at the brilliant flower wall in the flower room over there, and the murmur in his mouth was a little low.

"Someone like him...... I'm very interested in you. ”

"Someone like him?"

Sakura's eyelashes flickered slightly, and she walked towards Richard, who was waiting in the distance, Hatsuna followed her, and heard her pause, thousands of thoughts condensed in the words that were low in the wind.

Anse ...... It's the nicest person I've ever met. ”

Hearing that sentence clearly, Chu Ming lifted the corners of his mouth, did not speak, only touched Shan Ze's hair, and the gold in his eyes flashed.

"I've hit a 100-game winning streak, and as is customary, I'm already qualified to enter the Ghost Skull' Black Season Tournament that starts in three months' time."

Sakurano handed the flower branch she had picked in her hand to Richard, who was waiting, took off her gloves, and walked towards her usual practice area.

"The four people who finally win in the inner tournament will be the four 'death knights' at the core of 'Ghost Skeleton', inheriting the title and continuing to expand their power."

"No one has ever been able to break through the defense line of the 'Ghost Skeleton''s internal screening, and almost every 'Death Knight' has been selected from among their successors."

"Achieving My Wish......"

Sakurano pushed open the heavy door, revealing the open underground court in front of the three of them, and she turned her head and smiled lightly.

"So...... Just help me, help 'R', and defeat the authority of 'Ghost Skeleton'. ”

"Reinventing ...... This underworld. ”

At the same time, in the dimly lit stronghold far away from the manor, the tyranny that was about to stir had peeked out.

"Oh my God! It's Ki Asaha! And Samael! ”

As the time fell, there was a commotion around the high platform where the crowd was getting more and more crowded, and when they heard the exclamation coming from the door, everyone's eyes looked towards the source of the sound with horror.

The door was still shaking softly as it had been kicked open, and Samael walked in with a dazzling blonde hair and a delicate angelic face smiling as if he were strolling, but a closer look revealed the irritability and bloodlust hidden in his eyes...... The mood is clearly bad.

Behind him came Mu Qian, who had a slightly lowered brow and a lollipop in his mouth, both dressed in black, with blood-colored skeletons embroidered on his arms.

"Oh my God...... Why don't you come, come and come! How did these two come here? ”

Whispered discussions in the crowd had spread, glancing at the two men who were walking towards the high platform in the middle of the arena.

"Yes...... Someone has made a challenge under the battle leaderboard! Almost at the same time! ”

"Oh my God...... Where did the madman come from! ”

"Don't you want to live!"

……

The whispers were terrifying, and people stared at the wide open door with excited or playful eyes, just to see who had made this chilling battle post.

Suddenly, in the midst of everyone's attention, a slender figure walked in with a pat, and walked to the high platform with a ruffian smile in the eyes of everyone.

"It turned out to be your ......"

Samael, who was sitting on the edge of the platform with his legs down, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the man who finally walked in and was still biting with an orange in his hand, and a bright innocent smile bloomed on his face.

"It's really ghostly."

The person who came was none other than Long Ya, who had been entangled with Samael for a long period of months, and I don't know how many rounds he had fought.

Swallowing the last bite of the orange, Long Ya shrugged her shoulders and smiled very poorly.

“NO NO NO……”

He shook his finger, laughed, and then swept over the high platform on which Samael was sitting, and strode to another.

"Don't be too narcissistic, I won't play with you tonight......"

"Gotta taste something fresh, I'm tired of looking at your fake face every day......"

Hearing the thick mockery in Long Ya's tone, Samael was stunned for a moment, and the bright smile on his face disappeared for a moment......

With a gloomy face, he watched Long Ya staggering towards Mu Qian, his blue eyes spreading gloom.

The people around him consciously took a few steps back with tacit understanding, for fear of being affected by the anger of His Excellency on the stage.

Although neither of them is as moody as Lilia...... But they're all the same monsters, so angry that they can't do anything......

"Yo! Okay! ”

Jumping on the stage, Long Ya waved her hand and said hello to Mu Qian, who was standing silently in a corner of the stage with a lollipop fugue in his mouth.

"Quack, quack!"

Seeing that Long Ya had already come to the stage, Mu Qian raised his eyes slightly, the sugar in his mouth had been crushed by him, and the sound of chewing the broken sugar sounded a little crazy, just like the way he looked at Long Ya...... The mist-covered fog lifted, and the beasts that had eaten blood lately were casting a tyrannical daze.

Just when the atmosphere between the two was close to tension, Samael on the other side looked at the person who finally walked in at the door, was stunned for a moment, and let out a chuckle.

"How...... The big one is gone, and the small one is coming? ”

He glanced at the person who came, raised his voice and smiled at Long Ya, who was not far away, but his eyes were gloomy.

"Echizen Ryuya? What, is your brother not locked up and sneaking out? Want me to teach him how to play? ”

"Small?"

When Ryonya heard the voice, she turned her head and saw Echizen, who had pressed the brim of her hat and jumped onto the high platform to meet Samael's eyes.

"Yo!"

Waving his hand to Ryuya, Echizen heard Samael's taunt, and a hint of uninhibited and frivolous smile appeared on his face.

"Teach me?"

He clapped his arms and waved, and the young man's voice resounded on the high platform.

"You're still far away!"

There was a "boom...... The invisible flames of war have burned the prairies.

Mu Qian pulled out a long shot from behind him, and the mist in his eyes lifted and roared.

With a smile on his face, Samael stood up and looked at the blue surge of murder in Echizen's eyes.

War!

Tonight's battle of the battle - up!

The battle situation here is burning, the lights are on, and there are old people who come to get acquainted.

In the Broadway theater, the audience who came to watch the play walked into the private rooms and seats one after another.

In the dimming light, a private room with a good view was leisurely sipping tea in a private room with a good view, but he heard a quarrel blocked by bodyguards outside the door.

"What's going on......"

It was a soft female voice, her slightly hoarse voice revealed an inconspicuous beauty, and the fingers that put down the teacup were like jade and fat, and they were like beautiful bones.

"There was a gentleman who wanted to see you, but he didn't make an appointment. We see that he is dressed a little ...... Weird, and carrying a worn-out racket...... and did not let him in. ”

The white bodyguard who walked into the private room to report was tall and bowed his head respectfully, but he heard the female voice laugh softly, and the tip of the words hooked up a different kind of rhyme.

"Let him in...... It's an old friend. ”

"I don't understand your interests, I like to sit here all day long, watching these things that I don't know what you're singing."

The visitor rudely leaned back on the sofa and glanced at the performance on the stage casually, and took a big sip of the teacup before looking at the woman sitting on the chair over there.

It was an oriental woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, very well maintained, wearing a luxurious dress, with black hair scattered, sitting there was a picture of beauty, who would have thought that this woman who looked less than thirty was already nearly fifty.

The visitor looked at the woman a few times, and she was still wearing a loose black kimono, and even stepped on the familiar clogs.

"Heh, Minamijiro...... You haven't changed at all over the years. ”

The woman's charming eyes glanced lightly at the man who was sitting crookedly on the sofa without a straight shape, and laughed softly, still with that different rhyme in her tone.

"I'm old, and you haven't changed, but."

Minamijiro flicked the mesh of the racket in his hand, lowered his head, and his voice sank.

"The crooked road is getting farther and farther."

"Crooked path? Scold. I drink tea, you pour wine. It's just going their own way, that's all. ”

The woman flicked the wrench on her thumb, caught a glimpse of the clap in Nanjiro's hand out of the corner of her eye, and paused before slowly speaking.

"Tell me, why did you come back after so many years of staying in Japan?"

"I'll come back and make a break."

Waving the already worn wooden paddle in his hand, Nanjiro didn't look at the woman a few steps away, but shook his head, and there was no lack of regret in his voice.

"After so many years, I'm afraid this beat really won't work."

Without speaking, the woman only turned her head, her beautiful eyes wandering, and her eyes fixed on the man who was waving for a long time before speaking.

"Even if it worked, I wouldn't touch it again. Your two sons have already stirred up this pool of water, why do you want to use that old bone to stick it in the foot? ”

"I just want to fulfill my unfulfilled promises, and Sakura's girl is not easy, what does he want, doesn't my uncle have to do his part."

Minamijiro shrugged, not impressed by the coercion in the woman's eyes.

"As for what those two bastards are going to do, I don't care."

"Young people, you should take a lot of risks, don't you?"

"I knew you, before Sakura. As a result, it is better for them to couple with you. ”

The woman looked at Nanjiro for a long time, and suddenly smiled, the smile on her face was a little unpredictable.

"After all, the Tao is different, and there is no conspiraccy."

"Cherry's ...... girl"

She brushed her sideburns, smiled dignified and pure, but the words she spit out were heart-wrenching.

"Who made her born cursed, like her mother, the blade that sealed her throat when she saw blood."

"Say it."

She came back to her senses from her distant memories, looked at Minamijiro with dark eyes, and spoke softly.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I don't want anything, come and ...... today"

Throwing the racket in his hand, Nanjiro took the racket after seeing that the woman was stunned and took it, and then stood up, his tone still so careless.

"Just give the beat back to you."

"I haven't loosened my bones in years."

Minamijiro walked a few steps and turned around, and the expression of that moment made the woman feel in a trance for a moment, as if she had returned to many years ago, and saw the young samurai who was extremely arrogant on the field again.

"Old woman...... You,"

He turned around, laughed, and went out.

"It's still so bad."

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