[Harry Potter - Harry Potter joins the chat group, everyone go and welcome.] 】

Harry Potter: Happy New Year, big brother and sister-in-law, I'm Harry Potter two years away from becoming a Hogwarts student.

One Person - Russell: Welcome, welcome.

Hokage-Orochimaru: Welcome, welcome.

Harry Potter: @一人-Russell, your name, big guy?

One Man - Russell: That's right......

Harry Potter stood in the dark alley, next to his cousin, Dudley Dursley.

"Harry, let's go."

Dudley's face and figure are not as fat as in the original book, his eyes are not small, and he is very energetic.

He reached out and pulled Harry, who was stunned, and looked in horror at the iron box that had fallen at their feet.

The seven-foot-square box that fell from the head was completely deformed, and luckily smashed into the clearing, if it had landed on the heads of the two men......

Dudley shuddered, not daring to think about it again.

"Calm down, Dudley." Harry Potter came back to his senses and brushed back his loose hair.

He picked up the black frames without lenses and put them back on.

A pair of bright, emerald eyes sparkled, looking at Dudley like a big brother.

"Take it easy, we're lucky." Harry pressed Dudley's shoulder, palm straining slightly.

"It's okay, next time we sprint again, let's just choose a wide place."

"Okay, Harry." Dudley patted his chest, his heart was still beating a little fast.

"I have to tell my mom and dad that I think he should build us a stadium."

"It's the safest."

Harry slapped Dudley on the shoulder, "I think you should keep it a secret. ”

"You don't want to be comforted by them in your arms tonight, do you?"

"Oh my God." Dudley thought of the scene for a moment.

It's not a big double bed.

Fat, always exuding the heat of a freshly baked burger.

Skinny, but the tears never end up in my mother.

He was caught in the middle, like a loaf of bread that had been poured by rain and immediately taken to bake.

"Harry, you're right. Let's act as if nothing had happened today. ”

Dudley shook his head, as if he hadn't woken up from his fantasy, "If the wet bread is baked again, it will be all over the face." ”

"Slimy, horrible."

Harry shook his head, not interrupting his fantasies.

He looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was no one there.

Lucky?

Perhaps.

[Mana Burst: Rudely use the mana in the body to bombard. Redemption requirement: 200 points. 】

Harry quickly followed Dudley, who was about to walk out of the alley, "Dudley, we need to hurry back, the new Tomahawk from Sega Games today!" We play until dawn! ”

"Wait, Harry! I'm going to choose that female warrior first! ”

After they left, a soft cat meow echoed through the alley.

The iron box slowly turned into a broken loaf of bread, and then it was taken away by a stray dog.

In the live broadcast room of the chat group, Harry Potter watched the live broadcast and kept sending messages in the group chat.

In reality, he and the Dursleys discussed interesting things at the dinner table.

After cleaning up the dishes, he was still laughing and playing games with Dudley.

However, the words in the chat group have not been broken.

Demon Slayer the World.

After Harry Potter entered the chat group, Ti just said hello to him.

Then the attention was completely on Onimai Tsuji.

"Boss Wumiao, the third phase has begun, are you ready?"

As they stepped forward step by step, Tanjiro and the others slowly expanded the encirclement.

In the open space about 50 meters in diameter, there were only two people, Wu Miao and tired.

"Tired, I think we can talk." Wu Miao clenched his fists and said in a soothing tone.

"Okay, let's talk."

Wu Miao breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right, you and I are the same kind, so you don't have to fight and kill because of these short breeds." ”

"What do you want? As long as I have it, I can give it to you. ”

Wu Miao opened his hands, as if the chips in his hands were the whole world.

"I want your life."

The miserable smile froze and let out a beast-like roar on the verge of despair.

"Don't underestimate the ancestor of the ghost clan, traitor."

"Between you and me, the gap is nearly a thousand years."

Tired pursed his lips, plucked his ears and said: "If you can measure strength by time gap, why won't you be stoned to death by a history book?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you're going to die today."

"It's hard for anyone to come, I said."

Tired of shaking the Nichiren knife in his hand, he flew forward.

His eyes were fixed on Wu Miao, who had set up a defensive posture, and an excited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After approaching 20 meters, the frequency of his feet landing on the ground suddenly increased.

What used to be like a swift wind is now lightning fast.

Wu Miao only felt a flower in front of him, and his body subconsciously moved.

In the next moment, he felt a pain in his waist, and a burning sensation flowed through his body.

The scars left by Ji Guoyuan hundreds of years ago seem to have almost cracked open because of this injury.

At this time, the tentacles and pipe whips on Wumiao's body danced, but they hit the air.

"You're too slow, you're not miserable." The tired Nihon Knife was as red as a soldering iron, and the blood of the innocent was burned dry on it, and wisps of black smoke came out.

The fear in Onimai Tsuji's eyes came out irrepressibly.

Die, if you continue to fight, you will definitely die.

He clutched the wound in his abdomen and ran frantically in Tanjiro's direction.

"I said, you're too slow, it's not miserable."

Wumiao's pupils shrank, and the tired demonic voice seemed to sound close to his ears.

Ha!!

He subconsciously used the maximum power shockwave.

At the same time, the eight whips on the legs were whipped towards the source of the sound, and the two arms also turned into guillotines and slashed to the left.

However, it hit the air again.

Poof.

Wu Miao lowered his head in disbelief, the red blade penetrated from his right waist to his left shoulder, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

"You can ignore my soundwaves?"

"What the hell are you monsters!"

Wu Miao's eyes fluctuated violently.

The tired man who drew the knife and left looked at him quietly, his white hair fluttering, like a ghost that lingered in the ghost.

Miserable's head swayed from side to side, trying to find a gap to escape from.

But he soon despaired.

Because he suddenly remembered that his speed was not as tired as he was.

The people around him did not want to prevent him from escaping, but to avoid being held hostage.

"Don't forget, this guy in front of me is also a ghost!"

Wu Miao stretched out his hand and pointed at the tired, and said loudly:

"You think killing me will end everything?"

"It's ridiculous, this ghost is out of my control."

"He's stronger than me, and he can even cause even more calamity than me!"

No miserable attempts to sow discord.

But everyone's gaze did not change at all.

There is not the slightest wavering.

"It's too ugly, Onimai Tsuji is not miserable." Tired dragging the knife forward.

The sound of the blade stirring the grains of sand sounded like a countdown to death.

"I was looking forward to playing you, but now, I'm disappointed."

"Your cowardly nature has not changed in the slightest for nearly a thousand years."

Wu Miao turned back suddenly, his eyes were red, and the skin on his body suddenly tensed.

"Alas, at the beginning, Ji Guoyuan could only cut 1,500 knives in a hurry."

The Nichiren knife in his tired hand began to tremble violently.

"Guess how many knives he can make when he's prepared?"

Wu Miao's whole person exploded violently, and nearly 2,000 pieces of minced meat flew in all directions.

Each minced meat tissue has its own consciousness, and as long as one piece escapes, he can be resurrected again.

After resurrection, as long as he finds the cyan flower, he can-

The tired knife, the body became illusory before the miserable explosion.

The moment the minced flesh flew, thirteen white phantoms holding red blades shrouded the clearing.

Each figure swung their knives in a different manner, but they split all the pieces of flesh that flew out in two.

Everyone present was stunned.

It was as if the gods had come to the world, and it was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

The tired figure re-solidified, holding a piece of meat that was still struggling in his hand, and then the blue light flashed.

The pieces of meat slowly expanded like Tai Sui, and then they were sealed in the scroll.

"It's over, guys." Said with a tired smile.

Everyone hasn't come to their senses yet.

The ghost king who had been pressing on the head of the ghost killing team for hundreds of years died like this?

Not even a single person was sacrificed.

There's always a dreamlike feeling.

This state of affairs lasted until the arrival of Yaoya Sanyashiki himself.

The curse on his face had faded, revealing a handsome face that he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Thank you so much, Your Excellency." Yaoya got out of the car and solemnly bowed down to the tired.

Except for Butterfly Shinobi, all the pillars came back to their senses and knelt on one knee on the ground.

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency."

Midnight!

Today's fishing was a big success.

The world of ghost destruction has also come to an end, and the regret in my heart has finally been made up.

(End of chapter)