"Really." The red-clothed guest suddenly sighed. Flesh and blood. Turned into an incomparably sharp sword. Its dazzling degree is no less than the demon knife of the day. Gaze like a knife is not an adjective at this moment. It's reality. If it's an average person. This one has already hurt his eyes. Even stabbed in the brain.

In Japanese ninjutsu, there is a strange ninjutsu called "eye knife", and the eyes can be divided into five elements in traditional Chinese medicine. Corresponding to the five organs. The red-clothed guest cultivates his eyes with secret prescriptions. Combined with the power of the five internal organs, it suddenly burst out. You can receive surprising and winning results.

In antiquity. Ninja is a one-hit kill. So they often have a lot of weird and unpredictable killer methods. The knife is definitely second to none.

Nanako Miyamoto kept her head down though. But this glance stabbed her "Baihui acupoint". She trembled like a lightning strike." "Baihui" is the big cave of the Dumai. Extremely delicate. But she still sat on her knees. "Yes."

"Okay." The red-clothed man withdrew his gaze. Lazily raise a glass and drink it all. Said: "This time I'll come. For the thing your sister didn't finish twenty years ago."

Nanako Miyamoto said secretly in her heart: "Sure enough, that's the thing. Looks like he's still not giving up."

The red-clothed guest said: "The true metaphor that your sister brought back back back is fake. I'm cultivating. He was half paralyzed. Almost lost everything. At that time, the teacher was also angry. will give her death. Ay...... For exactly twenty years. I regret being a teacher."

Nanako Miyamoto said: "The people of Shina are cunning. Back then, Kongdao clearly saw through his sister's identity. Unexpectedly quiet. Instead, it passed down a false lineage of true metaphors. My sister made such a big mistake. The master's disposal is reasonable. Nanako didn't dare to disagree."

"You can think so. It's for the best." The red-clothed guest said: "I'm half paralyzed. Twenty years of conditioning still can't fully recover. Had to live in seclusion in Hokkaido. The only way to truly restore is to seize the true metaphor of the lineage. There is hope. Caizi. Will you help the master?"

"The master has a life. How dare the disciple disobey."

"Okay." The red-clothed guest burst into laughter. Said: "Nazi, you are really a good apprentice for the teacher. This time for the division estimated. This copper-faced man must have been Tianyi back then. One of the two brothers of the Mandate of Heaven. At all costs. This time, we must get a true metaphor from him."

Nanako Miyamoto said, "The disciple will definitely do his best. Fulfill the wish for the master."

"Good." The red-clothed guest nodded with satisfaction. And again: "That's right. How's Natsuki-chan doing. I saw her back then. It's still a babbling baby. Twenty years have passed. I miss her very much. Why don't you do it like this? You go and bring her over. I'll be on my knees for a few days."

"He wants Natsuki to be a hostage." Nanako Miyamoto is certainly not a fool. She knew very well that this was the red-clothed guest trying to blackmail her. A move to make her obedient.

She lifted her head. Said: "Nayue must have missed your old man too. It's good to move in."

The red-clothed guest said, "Okay. Then there you go. Go and go back."

Nanako Miyamoto paused. He got up and bowed and walked out. She has been very respectful throughout the process. The deference and gentleness of Japanese women are vividly displayed.

"Master. Can she be trusted?"

Wait for Nanako Miyamoto to quit completely. Hattori Chijun, who had not spoken all the time, suddenly asked.

The red-clothed man plays with the cup in his hand. A mocking smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He has beautiful eyebrows. With such a smile looks unusually charming. of their vein. Male Jun. Pretty women. Everyone's unintentional always exudes a strange bewitchment." What do you say?"

"I don't think it's credible at all. This woman ......"

"Smack." The red-clothed guest rolled up his sleeves. Already flung the long sleeves on the cheeks of Hattori Chijun. The latter screamed. Fall to the ground. Bloodshot corners of the mouth.

This trick "turns the cup in the sleeve" and throws it very chic. The rarest thing is the smooth flow. It works seamlessly with his stretching movements. The action is so fast that even a master of chemical strength like Hattori Chijun can't dodge.

"Remember. She is your second senior sister. It's not "this woman."

"Yes. Master." Hattori Chijun was slapped in the face. Although the sound is loud. But the injury was not serious. He knelt down and said, "Second Senior Sister seems to be respectful. But what do you think in your heart. I don't know."

"Okay." The red-clothed guest packed his sleeves. Sit up slowly. "Go and open the door. There's another guest."

This guest hasn't entered the door yet. The gift has arrived first. It's an emerald. Bee shape. The whole is crystal clear. Excellent color. The most rare thing is that the two wings of the bee are also carved lifelike. A slight blow seems to be able to flutter its wings and fly away.

The red-clothed guest places the green bee on the low table. Then he said to the visitor: "You are the son of Ichiro Watanabe. The Yamaguchi-gumi are thriving right now."

Hideki Watanabe has bathed. Changed into a traditional Japanese kimono. Kneeling down in front of the red-clothed guest with a sincere face. "Exactly."

The red-clothed guest said, "Very good. Bees are for us Japanese men. It is a mascot for a prosperous career and a successful dream. I love this gift."

"You can like it. It's really fun for the juniors." Watanabe Hideki Road.

The red-clothed guest looked at this and came to the door by himself. Young man kneeling in front of him. said: "But. To fulfill the wish. You can't rely on the mascot."

Watanabe Hideki said, "You're right. So in addition to the mascot. I have one more gift I want to offer. Please be sure to laugh at it."

"Oh. Is it. Tell me about it."

"A true metaphor."

"What did you say?" Rao is a guest in red. Face what you've been dreaming about for decades. It is inevitable that there will be a trace of blood floating.

That's it. Hideki Watanabe has been captured. He secretly sneered: "Rao is you as cunning as a ghost. Arrogant. It's not like I've caught you in the mind. As long as you ask for something. I'm not afraid that you won't obediently come to drink the footwashing water of Young Master Ben."

But he sneered in his heart. But the face is more and more respectful. It's humbling." I believe that the predecessors must have heard of this strange book of the Central Plains. It was originally a collection of the essence of the nine major schools of Middle Earth at the end of the Ming Dynasty. It contains the highest mysteries of martial arts. It's a pity that it didn't pass on. Until now. There will be a true vein in the world. There are only two people."

"One of them has already come to Japan......"

The red-clothed man slowly tapped one of his fingers. From him, a cold, fierce and murderous aura of wind and snow gradually emanated. This murderous aura is very fine at first. But it's getting thicker slowly. Pressed down like a stormy wave.

Hideki Watanabe sat on his knees. Facing the might of the red-clothed guest. He felt small. It's like being in front of the mountains and the sea. It's right in the northernmost part of Hokkaido. Sea of ice and snow. Falling rocks at the peak, waves curbing flying boats. I can't help but feel awe.

He struggled to hold on. Already can't help but prop up your arms on the floor. Teeth rattle." Seniors."

The Redman has not regained his power." Go on."

"There's a copper-faced man. His real identity is a Taoist priest. Summoning the sky... He'll be a true metaphor. And. He has a fatal weakness..."Hideki Watanabe said this short sentence. There have been several pauses. on the forehead. on the back. The palms of my hands are full of sweat." I know this weakness ......"

The red-clothed guest said, "What weakness."

"Natsuki Sakurai."