Such a good day. Such a speed.

It can already be said that it is shocking. Qu Yong will "step on incense" body method. Run to the limit. Rushing away like a lightning bolt.

Haruko Miyamoto didn't hesitate to catch up. Her skills have declined though. But the body has not regressed much. She is proficient in Tai Chi. A vigorous run. I saw that the vertebrae were like a fan shaft. Bilateral scapulas with dorsal muscles as a fan. Footsteps move. It was flapping like wings on its back. It is the charm of the boxing technique of "white crane bright wings". In this way. It can be described as one up and down. Speed like a swift bird.

It can be said that . Her body is secretly in line with the mystery of heaven and earth. If you change to someone else. For example, Qu Yong's Ninth Master. He practiced the outer door fierce and domineering kung fu. The skill is much more profound. But running this one. But it's far from comparable. And Qu Yong's "stepping incense" body method was originally wonderful and fast, far better than this "white crane bright wings", but after all, he was carrying a thousand catties of burden. Also holding a man in both hands.

So for a time they went all out. The difference in speed between the two is not too far. One before and one after. Just hang like that. Sprint away.

Qu Yong thought as he ran: "Uncle Shi's body is unparalleled in the world. I don't believe it. You're catching up."

And Haruko Miyamoto also holds her own thoughts. Think, "See how far you can escape. Even if you've been promoted to Dan Jin. Can you reach the sky in one step? If you hold a person, I can't catch up."

They both had their own thoughts. And don't give up. I saw the streets of Tokyo. The wind swept by. A two-person "sports car".

If it weren't for the fact that it was already late at night. Such a situation immediately caused a huge social sensation. Even so. Or let a lot of private car owners who travel late at night. I thought I was dazzled. Rubbing his eyes desperately. But in the blink of an eye, they were already galloping away.

Tokyo Garrison Agency. It has long aroused the attention of wanting to be. But just when they want to act. When blocked. But I received an order. The order explicitly requires them not to participate in it without permission. As long as these two people do not harm the personal and property safety of Tokyo citizens. No one is allowed to interfere. It must be concealed from the public if necessary.

And this scene. It was the message that the four girls received in Hangzhou, far away. She went to talk to Cao Yi the next day. Of course, the two of them who were far away from the ocean would not have thought of it. It's just a few days. So much has happened to Qu Yong. And this for every single thing. It's all incredible.

What they wouldn't think of is. The next Qu Yong. Even more incredible things will happen. And that's what happened. Qu Yong didn't even have the slightest confidence in himself if he would be able to escape from that strange, strange and warm place.

After about an hour of running wild like this. Qu Yong has left the city of Tokyo far behind. At this time, it gradually reached the suburbs. Both commercial buildings and residential buildings in urban areas have been greatly reduced. Ideas can also see some low mountains and trees.

He's exhausted in his body. I can barely control my breathing." How long is she going to chase her?"

Qu Yong's strength has not fully recovered after the battle with Kotaro Kamiya in the Imperial Palace. Plus. There are still some sword wounds on his body. After this long-distance run. The wound of the sword, which had been wrapped up, was cracked again. Blood soaked his own clothes again, as well as the clothes of Destiny. He's a little exhausted.

Haruko Miyamoto didn't get anywhere. She now appears to be able-bodied. But in fact, after the dissipation. Even if there is a recovery in the body. I can't stand such strenuous activity either. Now they're more like an endurance race. Both of them have to grit their teeth and persevere. But the speed has slowed down. It's impossible to stay at that top anymore.

Suddenly." Phew. Whew." A white Matha Tini sports car suddenly accelerated out from behind Qu Yong. And then a dashing one fluttering. I saw the rear wheel hit a half circle. Make a mark on the ground. Coincidentally, he stopped in front of Qu Yong.

Originally, with Qu Yong's style. It's easy to dodge the interception of this car. But the reason he would stop. It was because he saw a face that surprised him in an instant.

Inside the car was a familiar face that seemed to be both familiar to him. Especially her one-inch autumn waves. Qianhu Mingzhu is not much. The girl blinks her big eyes. "Get in the car."

Qu Yong didn't say a word. Hop in the passenger seat. "It's you... Nai Yue."

Isn't this girl driving a sports car Nazuki Sakurai. I saw that her face did not change much. But the childishness between the eyebrows has long since receded. In other words, there is a kind of maturity that should not be there at this age. It looks like it's been going on for a few years. Something happened to her.

She stepped on the gas. Pull Haruko Miyamoto, who was a little closer, away. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it me?"

Qu Yong breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "It turns out that you are fine. That distress letter turned out to be fake."

Sakurai Natsuki said, "What a distress letter."

Qu Yong said: "You'll be fine. Me and your father. I thought something had happened to you."

Sakurai Natsuki said, "My father. Isn't he dead.."

Qu Yong sighed: "This matter is a long story. To put it simply. In fact. My master is not you. Real Father. We were all mistaken. And this man." He pointed to the Mandate of Heaven and said, "It's your real biological father."

"Really." Sakurai Natsuki casually glanced at Destiny. Her tone was lukewarm, "Oh." It seems that it doesn't make much difference who her father is.

Qu Yong said: "It's true. He's my uncle. He ...... "

Sakurai Natsuki said impatiently: "Don't think about it back then. Let's talk about it now. I didn't come to save you to tell you about the past."

Qu Yong was stunned. "Talk about ...... now"

Sakurai Natsuki said, "Yes. Think about it. Now what do we do. That woman."

Qu Yong said: "Which woman."

Sakurai Natsuki said: "Haruko Miyamoto. That's what your mouth says. My biological mother."

Qu Yong said: "What has happened in the past three years. Don't you get along well with your mother?"

One heard about the past three years. Sakurai Natsuki's arrival became excited. She was not without resentment: "She's not my mother. She doesn't deserve to be anyone's mother. Such a woman should only be kept in the darkest dungeons. It should never be released."

From her resentful tone. As you can imagine. These three years. The days she spent with her mother. It's really not good.

Qu Yong said: "What did she do to you."

Sakurai Natsuki said: "I'm her biological daughter. Do you know what she wants to do to me?"

"Ahh Qu Yong listened patiently. He suddenly felt guilty. Before he died, Tianyi told him to take good care of Naiyue. But he didn't.

Sakurai Natsuki said coldly: "That day. That is, after you suddenly told me that the Taoist priest was my father. I want to kill Hideki Watanabe. Who knew that he was caught back. House arrest. He has always treated me badly. Nor did he embarrass me. But I don't talk to him at all. and will never pay attention to him. Later, he saw that I had been depressed for a long time. Just take me to my real mother."

That is, in that dungeon. Natsuki Sakurai meets Haruko Miyamoto for the first time. She is the same as Qu Yong. They all thought that Haruko Miyamoto was forced to stay in the dungeon. After all, it's blood. Natsuki longs to suffer for her mother. And Haruko Miyamoto is also very fond of her.

"But it's all hypocrisy... She's good to me. In order to... Want... Later one day. She actually based on a legend recorded in an ancient ninjutsu book. Children are the blood of their parents. She wants to use my flesh and blood. to fill her withered blood. You know what."

Qu Yong was shocked. Said: "What. Is she crazy?"

Fill your own blood with the flesh and blood of your children. It's not crazy and what's that. This kind of exercise is a bit like the North Pluto Divine Skill and Star Absorption**. And this kind of ninjutsu actually wants to suck human flesh and blood. It's just like the goblins on the road.

Sakurai Natsuki said, "She's just a madman. He's a complete lunatic. If it weren't for the kind of supporting materials needed for ancient records, she would never have been able to match them. I'm just afraid ......"

As the old saying goes. Tiger poison does not eat children. But Haruko Miyamoto, this rose. It's even more vicious than the most venomous snake.

Qu Yong sighed and said, "What do you want to do?"

Sakurai Natsuki said, "What do you say I want to do. Since she wants my flesh and blood. Then I'm going to have a tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood."

Qu Yong said: "She is your biological mother after all. You're inextricably linked by blood."

"Blood relationship." Sakurai Natsuki laughed sharply: "Then tell you. You really think she's done after she's gone. Did you survive on your own?"

Qu Yong said: "You also know that she has done a lot of work... How the hell did she get over again?"

Sakurai Natsuki showed his white teeth and smiled, "You want to know about my aunt. How did Nanako die?"

"She." Qu Yong remembered that she had been seriously injured and dying that day. It was Haruko Miyamoto who took her. He was never heard from again. She was not seen in the Imperial City today.

"She just made my mother's herbs."

"What.."

Sakurai Natsuki said, "You saw my mother's hands and feet. It's all my aunt's credit for that."

"Gross..."Qu Yong was almost about to vomit. He had never felt so sick and sad.

"Now. Do you think this person can still live in the world?"

"I can't." Qu Yong has never had. I want to kill someone like this. His fists clenched. Green tendons exposed.

Natsuki Sakurai is also very angry. But she immediately deflated and said, "But. . . None of us are her opponents. What to do?"