Chapter 9 Fujimaru Rika, you are full marks (sad)

“When did you realize that I was not a maid?”

"Hey~ are you curious?"

In the room, the two girls confronting each other could not see any tension on each other's faces, and Yabuki Sakura, who had no emotions on her poker face, took the lead in breaking the deadlock and nodded slightly.

"Well, to be honest, I'm quite confident in my performance."

It's true, it doesn't make sense that the quiet atmosphere has not been specially practiced, and Fujimaru Rika was unable to see through the other party's disguise at once.

but

"I am a more cautious person because of some special reasons."

After all, if you are not careful, you will die long ago - Fujimaru Rika complained in her heart.

and

"Also, when I entered the door, the Crow and Mr. Yasha kept looking up and down at me, but your beautiful sister only glanced at me when I entered the door, and then they all consciously avoided their sight.

It's too strange to think about identity and personality, so I guess you are in the same group. The reason why I don't want to see her is to avoid being noticed by me, right?"

The hair was standing upright, and Yabuki subconsciously turned his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not focus on his position. He had to follow his instinct and experience to lift his knees and sweep out his whip legs, trying to force the enemy to retreat.

The girl's hand that was originally pressing on Miss Sakura's shoulder had moved away and placed it on her face, like an alternative wall thrust, looking down at the loser from a high point.

Upon hearing this, the two corpses that had been undulating on the ground slightly bounced, and then fell completely silent.

"If you have to say something, I have learned some ancient Greek fighting, ancient Roman boxing, and Bajiquan."

The atmosphere in the room paused for a moment, and Yuan Zhisheng moved his hand away from the hilt of the knife expressionlessly, leaned against the table, and then sighed and covered his face.

The wine bottle was smashed, the expensive and fine porcelain bowl was smashed, and the fine wine that had been preserved inside for a long time was splashed on the tatami, leaving traces of filth.

It would be better to say that she was a little eager to try.

The subordinates' dereliction of duty will be saved by their subordinates. The majesty of the Bajias of the Schroki family is in danger. At this moment, she will surely support the building to collapse!

This has always been like this.

The sharp wind kept howling, and Sakura's attack was sharp and effective, without any complicated. With her black close-fitting combat suit and slender and flexible body, the offensive never stopped like a tide, as if an obsidian spider was covered with spider webs in this small room, bullying and ravaging the prey.

Is there any need to ask? Of course, it is because the people who trained her in the past did not give her a chance to fight back!

Yabuki Sakura was not confused, but just suggested softly.

(Do you take the initiative to attack? Indeed, I am very different in this life, and the upper limit of the body is obviously much higher. In other words—)

Learn from the techniques of the Queen of Shadow Kingdom, Chinese martial arts master, Greek sage, Iron Fist Saint, etc.!

Refers to Pankrasin, Jacob's siblings and so on.

According to the previous statement, this seems to be a great power called Yan Ling.

"Boss! What do you mean by this wave? Have you passed the interview?"

What changed the moment I made up my mind.

Looking at Yabuki Sakura's puzzled expression, Fujimaru Takika thought that she hadn't lie. She had really practiced these two skills in her life. She originally planned to use these art-related skills when she was dating Hei Ling in the future.

The girl, Mi Kuraki, who faced the girl, felt the most directly. As the rhythm of the battle stopped inexplicably, the girl in Yakuraki's vision blurred her figure in an instant.

He raised his shoulders and arms to open Sakura's slender thighs, and Fujimaru Rika took a light step back.

The crow, who was also lying on the ground next to him, quietly supported his eyes with his hands and simply responded.

The crow and Yasha were responsible for setting off their wise and magical powers, occasionally. Very occasionally.

This scene is like an evil ghost coming out of the cage, a hundred ghosts walking at night, and a drawing of hell.

"It's worthy of being Miss Sakura."

Now it doesn't look like a flower, like a black spider, Fujimaru Takika thought.

But now it's different.

This special point is different from the previous ones. It is very likely that I can't stay out of the matter during the battle.

—————

At this moment, this scene naturally angered several elites from the Eighth Family of the Snake Qi!

The Eighth Family of Snake Qi is angry!

"Since just now, you have been dodging or defending, right? You obviously have many opportunities to pursue the victory but won't choose to attack. Is that meaningful? Or do you simply underestimate your opponent?"

In order to avoid being caught in the leg, there will be several sharp blades shot out from unknown where to make Fujimaru Rika's clone weak.

He is a killer and a minor in ninja. Who dares to hit the battlefield?

And above the two, Yuan Zhisheng looked down at the back of his head with a cold look, silent.

Even now—

Sakura lightly pointed her head and showed a quiet smile, and the young female assistant's mask also fell off.

A white light suddenly appeared, and a sharp dagger suddenly appeared on the side of Fujimaru Rika's face, appearing out of thin air, like a ghost! When she subconsciously looked over there, she found that at almost the same time, a strong wind that made her hair stand on the other side came from the other side.

They admired the frightened Miss Sakura, who was carrying a slender leg by another beautiful girl. The plump body wrapped in a dark tight clothing was close to the girl's chest, and her legs were carried to her shoulders, hanging down weakly and naturally.

Isn’t Fujimaru Rika’s unremitting efforts over the past decade just to keep herself from being able to share the frontline work as much as possible?

Fujimaru Takika's self-question seemed to be a brief distraction to the outside world. Yabuki Sakura did not intend to miss this opportunity and quickly marched forward.

?

Yabuki Sakura, Yasha, and Crow are the team of Mr. Genjiso, the director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese Mixed Race Branch.

The frowning kick aimed at the ankle was avoided, the knife pointing directly at the eye was swung his head to avoid it, and the palm touched the elbow to shift its direction. Its body looked a little embarrassed to outsiders, but there was no panic in the orange pupils of the girl named Fujimaru Rika in front of her.

This time there was no chance of a truce. The female killer in black dress approached quickly like a shadow, and reached out with both hands. Each hit was not like the purpose of subduing Fujimaru Rika, but more like she was planning to make her suffer.

Only one foot was left to exert force, and the balance of the upper body was disrupted. Yabuki Sakura was forced to fall down weakly. The vision in front of her was suddenly blurred, and after a dizzy sound of the sky was heard, the sound of the shattering of the wooden table, and the violent stinging pain also followed.

But then again, when he turned his gaze back to the two girls fighting, he unexpectedly showed a solemn look and his brows were frowning, as if he was not as relieved as the other two.

Jiuyu and Yusheng, the originally exquisite meals were affected by the battle, but now they are stuck in a mess on Miss Sakura's body. Yusheng slowly slides down the enchanting curve because of the grease she has, like an alternative form of meals.

The strong wind blew, and the maple red hair fluttered in the air. Yabuki Sakura once again whipped her legs almost rubbed against her cheeks, and a scorching sting came from her skin.

She reacted very quickly, but she never expected that Yabuki Sakura's correspondence was also extremely fast.

At this time, what the three people watching the battle saw was such a scene.

She realized her incongruity.

Upon hearing this, Yabuki Sakura understood.

However, Fujimaru Rika was not panicked at all. He deliberately waited for the Jiying who was galloping forward to tilt his head at a distance of only half an inch away from him, leaving no time for her to control it. Then he took the initiative and Fujimaru Rika raised his arm slightly and picked up Yabuki's slender legs and clamped it. His other hand was naturally pressed on Yabuki's shoulder and pressed forward.

"Nonsense, that's Miss Sakura."

But things didn't go as smoothly as she thought-

There is no doubt that this is the golden triangle.

The half-clenched fists trembled when they heard this, and Fujimaru Rika's eyes blinked, and she was a little surprised at what was in the words.

The dark and beautiful long hair spread out, and was wet by the wine, like a lotus coming out of water. The painful and frowning eyebrows also had a kind of desolate and incomplete beauty. The hair stuck to Miss Sakura's white skin, connecting to the corners of her pursed lips, as charming as if she wanted to refuse.

"Um?"

As for martial arts.

It seems that in this life, this world has not met anyone who can teach you.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't say anything, but just looked around and sighed.

Perhaps it was because he had been the director for less than a year, or perhaps it was because he was too young and energetic, and his team was messy and basically made up, but there was no big problem, at least they were quite clear in terms of division of labor.

Fujimaru Rika made a gesture with her thumb index finger, describing that she had only learned a little. In fact, he also took the Ninja course, which was an experiential class taught by Hei Ling in his hometown, but because it took too long to exercise, he only learned the fur in the fur.

The muscles that have been honed over the past fourteen years!

"Oh oh oh so dangerous!"

The white dagger kept approaching in his vision, and Fujimaru Rika responded almost instinctively.

Yuan Zhisheng's posture at this moment was like a silent apology.

To be honest, as mentioned above, although Raven and Yasha both have positions such as vanguard military advisors in this team, in terms of fighting skills, they may not be able to tie them together to Miss Sakura's ponytail.

The room is not large, and it is difficult to do too many gorgeous and complex tricks, but Yabuki Sakura's body seems to be very flexible, and she can even support the ground with one hand and kick out with her legs in the sky.

"Husband is currently committing crimes!! Husband is currently committing crimes!!"

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes suddenly became clear, and he raised his head and met the thoughtless secretary who was in tune with him.

The yaksha, who was lying on the ground, was still pressing on the tatami, peeping at the battlefield and muttering in a low voice.

Fujimaru Rika inexplicably smelled the slightly cold and plum blossom-like fragrance, and then she looked at the black fabric that Yabuki Sakura was pressing against her body, with metal blades inserted on it.

"Since that's the case, should you try to attack this time?"
To be continued...