"Xiaoyin" Zizi slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the person she had been waiting for, the person she was destined for, and her housekeeper.

"Miss, please wait a moment." Ziyin's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness. The slender palm picked up the black tsubaki. Unlike the first time I used the black tsubak, there is no black mist on the black tsubaki now.

Or should it be said that Ziyin has now completely suppressed Kurotsumi and restrained the aura of doom that Kurotsumi emitted. The current Kurotaki is not so much a magic sword as it is a very ordinary machine sword.

Easy to carry, full of deceptive trap swords.

Ziyin picked up the black tsubaki on his hand with one hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of red light appeared in his eyes.

"Cut, what to pretend" The man holding Zizi with a black mask on his head raised the pistol in his hand and pressed the trigger with his finger on Ziyin's leg.

The bullet erupted from the muzzle of the gun and literally shot towards Ziyin's thigh.

"Ignorant" Ziyin's eyes opened in an instant, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his beautiful face. With a flick of the wrist, the blade was drawn upwards from the top of the thigh, and the silver-white blade passed through the middle of the bullet.

"Ding! Bite! Two voices appeared on the ground at the same time, and everyone couldn't believe what they were seeing, and the rapier actually cut a high-speed bullet in half.

With a twist of his wrist, Ziyin's body half-squatted down, holding the upper end of Kurotsu's hilt with his backhand, and the tail finger stretched out on the top of the hand holding his fist. The little tail finger lightly touched the lower end of the hilt.

A trace of sweat appeared on the head of the gangster who was originally holding Zizi hostage, and his eyes gradually became blurred. Everything around him has gradually become illusory, and the purple child who was originally held hostage by him seems to have disappeared.

And in his field of vision, Ziyin pointed at the hilt of the sword at the end, and in the next second, Ziyin completely disappeared from his field of vision. In the next second, a sharp pain appeared in the abdomen.

His whole body seemed to have been cut in half.

And in the next second, a sharp pain appeared on his body again. It's just that it didn't come from the abdomen, but from both sides of the shoulder, and the sharp pain and the feeling of detachment made him put down the pistol in his hand.

And Zizi and Ziyin, who were originally held hostage by him, appeared behind him at the same time, and Ziyin hugged Zizi to his chest with one hand. His eyes looked indifferently at the guy behind him.

And this gangster was not beheaded, but he felt the feeling of being beheaded. However, two bright red blood marks appeared on his shoulders.

The gangster's body fell completely to the ground, as if it were a body. And this is only a matter of a second, and this feeling is completely out of everyone's influence.

A second of time makes everyone feel unrealistic, just a moment. The hostages were rescued before they could react.

In one second, they completely penetrated the body armor and slashed two slashes at the same time completely disarming their hands.

"Hey, Xiaoyin?" Zizi, who was staying in Ziyin's arms, looked at the young man in front of him with a cold expression, but there was an incredible look on his little face.

"Shh~ Miss, now is not the time to talk casually." Ziyin blinked her eyes.

"Damn it!" The gangsters standing around looked at their partners who had fallen to the ground, and although they couldn't tell what their expressions were now, they knew that they were indeed very nervous now just by looking at their trembling hands.

Or fear in the or, rather.

With a single thin sword, he completely cut through the high-speed moving bullet, and in just one second, he knocked down his hostage-holding partner. Naturally, they can't do it themselves. And

There is no Zizi as a hostage. Is there anything else Ziyin needs to worry about? If it is said that because he hijacked Zizi just now, Ziyin did not go down to the death hand to kill his partner.

Only now. Zizi is now in Ziyin's arms, does he still need to worry about anything? What happens if you kill themselves? Die? Or was he seriously injured or beaten to death?

Who knows?

And among the more than a dozen gangsters, a guy with a light blue mask picked up the automatic rifle in his hand, and bullets spat out from the muzzle, and there was naturally a follow-up with a beginning.

The rest of the dozen or so gangsters raised their guns at the same time, and they now ignored Zizi who was staying in Ziyin's arms. More than a dozen automatic rifles shot at the same time.

And Zizi's face has turned completely pale, although it is said that she has been kidnapped, but she has never been shot. And the surrounding audience has also fled, and all of them are undoubtedly pale, and some of them are weak and have given up completely. Squatted directly on the ground.

"Really, you've gone too far this time." Ziyin's forehead gradually lowered, his hair covered his eyes, and a trace of scarlet light appeared in his eyes.

Ziyin's hand, countless high-speed bullets came to the surface, and Ziyin's eyes slowly closed.

Ziyin hugged Zizi's delicate body and walked around the direction of the gangster step by step.

And the hand holding the black tsubaki kept waving, and the white sword shadow seemed to form a large white net.

"Ding! Bite! Ding" The sound of countless metal falling to the ground was heard, and bullets fell to the ground. Without exception, all the bullets that came were halved and fell to the ground.

And the faces of those who gathered around were full of incredulity. What is it? More than a dozen automatic rifles, more than a dozen automatic rifles shot at the same target at the same time, but all the bullets were blocked in front of Ziyin.

"It's a monster." The hands of the gangsters kept shaking, and at the same time the footsteps kept pushing back.

"Monsters?" Ziyin raised her head and looked at the gangsters in front of her. "I'm not a monster, I'm a butler."

Ziyin threw the black tsubaki into the air, a knife flowed out of Ziyin's sleeve, his fingers clenched into fists, and he threw the knife towards the gangster without money.

The dinner knife slashed straight through the bullet along the center of the bullet, without exception, the bullet was cut in half as soon as it was spit out, and the next second the dinner knife was inserted into the muzzle along the trajectory of the bullet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Voices came out of the gangsters' guns, and the hands of more than a dozen gangsters turned into flesh and blood. Just a meal knife blew up the guns of more than a dozen people.

"I said, I'm not a monster, it's just that you've me off." (To be continued.) )