Side hall.

The decoration here is in the same vein as the Daming Palace, which is the same splendid and extravagant, and the sound insulation effect is also outstanding.

As soon as Matsuzaka closed the door, he reached out and grabbed Michiko, wanting to take the beauty into his arms and play with it, completely ignoring Miyamoto's existence.

Michiko was picked up by Miyamoto Osaki before, and before she had time to come down, she saw Matsuzaka-kun's evil appearance, and she didn't dare to leave Miyamoto-kun's arms, but she could only beg bitterly.

"Matsusaka-kun, please spare me, I really just want to be with Miyamoto-kun!ah......"

At Michiko's exclamation, Miyamoto Atazaki grinned and raised his arm to wave at the groping pig hand.

Matsusaka's wrist hurts, and he immediately shifts his target, clenching his big fist and attacking his rival.

Miyamoto Osaki let go of Michiko in his arms, fought and retreated, and gradually retreated to ...... Bathroom.

Call!

The wind sounded, the fist was menacing, and the fist was extremely fast, shaking the air.

It fully embodies the powerful characteristics of Matsuzaka Kongwu.

It turned out that Matsuzaka couldn't attack for a long time, and he was irritable in his heart, so he burst out with all his strength and threw the most fierce punch.

Huang Zhen didn't want to be tough in front of him, and he didn't want to waste the paralyzing toxin of ginkgo acid, so his right hand, which had been placed on his chest for defense, suddenly disappeared, as if by magic, conjuring a sharp woodcutter.

I saw a sword slash through the air, and it slashed towards Matsuzaka's arm at great speed.

Click!

An intact arm was broken in two.

Let's go!

The stump fell on the tile floor of the bathroom, and his fingers were still moving.

Whoa......

Blood gushed out, drenching the woodcutter and staining the white coat red.

"Whew...... It hurts me to death!"

Matsuzaka clutched his severed arm tightly and crouched down in pain, screaming the most miserable of roars.

Michiko, who was peeping in the dark, trembled with fright, and squatted down with her support for the bathroom door frame, as if she was even weaker than Matsusaka.

As the saying goes, while you're sick, you'll die.

In Michiko's gaze, Miyamoto Wasaki didn't stop at all, and the woodcutter cut Matsusaka's two hamstrings in a row.

Matsusaka couldn't squat, his body was tilted and tilted, his brain turned on the emergency mechanism, and he fell into a coma.

Miyamoto Wasaki jumped far away, came to Michiko's side, pulled him into the bathroom, and closed the door at the same time.

The next moment.

Michiko saw that one of Miyamoto-kun's faces was constantly distorted, and soon turned into an unfamiliar face, and she fainted in fright, leaving a living hellish expression.

This face is Huang Zhen's original face, and it is slightly different from Zhen Jia's face.

Huang Zhen rubbed his face, relieved his muscles and blood, but didn't have time to recover slowly, so he immediately pinched Michiko's middle and woke up the other party immediately.

Michiko found herself lying in the boy's arm, and asked stupidly, "Are you a Huaxia agent?"

"Could it be that only Fusang is allowed to commit crimes, and Huaxia is not allowed to solve cases?" Huang Zhencheng asked rhetorically, as a matter of course, and did not confirm his identity as an agent.

But in Michiko's heart, she confirmed her identity: "May I ask Mr. Agent, will you kill me?"

"I said that if you are safe, I will not break my word and get fat, but I only protect you from humiliating rape, not death. So your fate is in your hands, and if you're stubborn, I don't mind giving you a ride!"

Michiko is professionally trained to understand the semantics of the teenage agent in an instant. She closed her eyes in pain and asked humiliatingly, "How can I cooperate to survive?" Should I surrender myself or trap my colleagues?"

Whether you surrender or not, booby trapping is an inevitable price and a prerequisite for survival.

But he can't be in a hurry, Huang Zhen decided to take it slowly, and it was more important to break through the heart defense, and said with a smile: "You scold the emperor a few words first." ”

It's not difficult to scold the emperor, isn't it just coming with your mouth open?

It's not strange to scold for an hour without repetition.

It's the simplest thing, but it's also a breakthrough that hits the mind.

Unexpectedly, Michiko's expression was extremely firm, and she flatly refused: "Absolutely impossible! I would rather die than scold the emperor!"

Huang Zhen was full of thoughts and thoughts, and he quickly figured out the reason.

In fact, in the minds of believers, gods are undesecrated, and the emperor is the deity in Michiko's heart.

Presumably, in Michiko's growth process, loyalty training is the most basic and core training, so she would rather die than give in.

Huang Zhen retreated and immediately adjusted his strategy: "I don't need you to surrender, but I need you to kill Matsuzaka with your own hands!"

Sure enough, Michiko was silent, and her gaze at Matsuzaka was obviously fierce.

As the saying goes, friends who die don't die in poverty.

If you can survive by killing Matsusaka, Michiko doesn't need to be entangled.

Anyway, if Matsuzaka doesn't die in his own hands, he will also die in the hands of the young agent, both horizontally and vertically, and left and right, right?

What's more, Matsuzaka has always coveted beauty, and his usual performance is indecent, Michiko has always despised Matsusaka's shamelessness, and the resentment in her heart is not ordinarily deep.

"I can kill Matsuzaka on my behalf, but I wonder if there are any other conditions?"

"You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to do things one by one, so why be so anxious?"

Michiko gritted her teeth suddenly, breaking free from the arm of the young agent: "Give me a woodcutter, I'll kill Matsuzaka with my own hands, and then listen to your fate!"

Where can weapons be handed over to the opposing camp?

Isn't that a stupid thing that a fool would do!

"No, no, no...... You are a weak woman who is not suitable for holding a knife, so let me help you and blade Matsusaka together!" Huang Zhen held a woodcutter in his right hand, hugged Michiko from behind and walked towards Matsusaka together.

Michiko grabbed the young agent's wrists with both hands, put the blade on Matsusaka's neck, and began to cut his throat like a see.

The problem is that when it came to the end, Michiko retreated.

It seems that the limbs are weak, and the throat has never been cut, at most there is only a thin line of blood, and it will not kill the horse in the year of the monkey, but will die because of excessive bleeding from the broken arm.

Huang Zhen didn't have time to waste, he suddenly became impatient, and reprimanded: "If he doesn't die, you will die, hurry up and do multiple-choice questions!"

No need to choose at all!

Michiko exerted her strength to eat, and pressed down on the woodcutter violently, and with a thud, her throat turned into a spring, and blood spurted out, spilling Michiko's head and face with blood.

Matsusaka's closed eyes suddenly opened, but he quickly lost all brilliance and brilliance.

Just like that, he opened a pair of white fish belly eyes and fell into endless darkness.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

It shows that at the moment before Matsuzaka's death, hatred was not shared with the sky, resentment broke through the sky, and anger reached its peak.

"Mr. Agent, Matsuzaka is dead, do you have any follow-up instructions?"

Huang Zhen was stunned, as if he hadn't heard Michiko's inquiry.

Michiko thought that the young agent was frightened by the first killing, and she was obviously frightened, but she didn't dare to talk much.

For a while, the bathroom was cold, and the atmosphere was eerie and peaceful.

Two minutes later, Huang Zhen let go of Michiko in his arms and sternly warned: "Raise your hands and hold your head, sit on the ground and don't move!"

Michiko cried with a sad face, did not dare to disobey, and sat aggrievedly in a pool of cold blood.

Huang Zhen approached the washbasin, turned on the faucet, washed away the bloodstains from the woodcutter, and then held the woodcutter high, staring at the handle with burning eyes.

It was a hilt made of beech wood, 18 centimeters long, with a round surface with obvious sweat and dirt, but without the touch of a slippery hand.

Huang Zhen looked at it for a moment, remembering the fiber veins of the wood and the metal texture of the knife surface, condensed a qi needle, and began to outline the [Detention Spirit Array].

That's right, it's the Soul Detention Array!

To be precise, it is the [Super Miniature Detention Array], which comes from a new inheritance.