Drink all the hot tea in the teacup in your hand.

The old man on the left put down the teacup.

"Sir, I shouldn't ignore this matter."

His eyes were slightly condensed and he asked in a dull tone.

Although people are kneeling.

But my waist was straight, and a sharp aura emanated from my body.

It seemed as if it was about to pierce the sky.

The whole person was as sharp as a peerless magic weapon that had just begun to attack.

The most important thing to note is his deep eyes.

If someone can get close to it, they will observe carefully.

You will find that the old man's glittering pupils are in his flashing light.

It seems that deep vortexes are rotating in it.

As long as you look at each other for a long time, you will have an illusion.

It seems that your soul will be sucked into the vortex by the vortex in the old man's pupil and fall into the boundless abyss!

The old man opposite, who was called Mr., did not speak a word.

I just gently picked up the teacup, put it beside my mouth, and slowly sucked it.

Tea entered the mouth bit by bit.

Elegant and leisurely, with natural rhythm.

Tea is in your mouth, and the saliva is raised to the bottom of your tongue.

You can tell at a glance that this old man must be proficient in tea ceremony.

After siping a cup of tea, I slowly placed the tea cup on the table.

The old man hugged his hands in front of him and put his palms into his wide kimono sleeves.

"Okubo and Kazuki Sateda came to see me before they went to Southeast Asia."

The tone of voice is neither fast nor slow, slowly and slowly.

The voice was even more gentle and deep, and it was hard to hide the aging.

"I had persuaded them that this trip was useless. It would be better to calm down and study martial arts. If you have achieved success in your studies in the future, you can go to Yanhuang to challenge openly. Why use this kind of ghost trick?"

"The dignified generation of family heads, the current president of the Tianzhao Society, did not dare to face the enemy directly and use that kind of assassination method, which is really contrary to the spirit of martial arts."

Speaking of this, he shook his head gently.

His face was full of regret and disappointment.

The old man's behavior and movements are no different from that of an ordinary old man.

Even speaking, it seems that I am a little lacking in energy.

There was no distractingness in the turbid old eyes.

The impression that it gives people is an ordinary old man.

There is nothing surprising about it.

If you are old and old, your life will be long.

However, the old man sitting opposite him had a very respectful attitude.

Although I was angry, I did not interrupt.

"Watano Hayato, if you want to avenge them, even if you go to Yanhuang's challenge, whether it is successful or failure, don't lose the reputation of our island warrior."

The old man said slowly, spread his hands again and poured a cup of tea on his own.

"Mr. Sasaki, Hayato Watanabe is here this time. I hope you can come out of the mountain and kill the Yanhuang man to pay tribute to the undead of Seta Kazuki and Okubo."

"Sir, listen, the undead of the Imperial Warriors are crying all over the sky, their bodies are left in a foreign land, and their souls cannot return to Yamato. Shouldn't we do something?"

Hayato Watanabe raised his head high, his eyes still flashing like lightning.

The sharp fighting spirit soared into the sky.

The waist and back are straighter and the momentum is getting higher and higher.

But Sasaki Shi was unmoved by the old man opposite him.

He still poured the tea slowly, then raised his glass and sipped it slowly.

Every move is so slow.

It is no different from those slow-responsive old men on the street.

When he put down the teacup, he said lightly: "Watano Hayato, I just heard it. You are afraid of the fear in your heart. You are not sure to defeat the young Yanhuang man."

Upon hearing this, Hayato Watanabe was furious.

He jumped and stood up.

"I, Hayato, never knows what fear is. I have a long sword in my hand. No matter who it is, I have the confidence to cut it into two pieces."

The deep voice exuded endless anger.

But Sasaki didn't even look at him, and said slowly: "Watanabe Hayato, you are afraid of your opponent. A real samurai doesn't need to use bold words to build confidence."

"You are afraid because you know very well that the young man Yanhuang is likely to have touched the threshold of the innate realm, so you came to me and wanted to invite me out of the mountain."

With just a few words, the momentum condensed by Hayato Watanabe completely offset.

Those turbid eyes seemed to be able to see the soul.

At this moment, Hayato Watanabe lowered his head dejectedly and sat down powerlessly.

"Yes, Mr. Sasaki, I am afraid of that Yanhuang Demon. I can't imagine how a young man in his twenties could have such strong strength."

The fighting spirit disappeared, and the sharp air and snow melted and the ice melted.

Sasaki stared at him and said word by word: "I will fight with that strong man Yanhuang sooner or later, because we all lack an opportunity, an opportunity to officially enter the innate realm."

...

The next day, early in the morning.

On the training ground, shouts were shaking.

Border police officers lined up in two rows to conduct regular weight-bearing running training.

Luo Shanshan and Xiao Jia were at the end of the team.

Like the male policemen, they carried weapons and took firm steps.

However, while running with weight, Xiaojia was secretly staring at Luo Shanshan.

She felt a little weird since she met in the morning.

The familiar colleague in front of me suddenly became a little strange.

Looking closely, it still has the same appearance as before and the same person.

But somehow, I still felt strange in my heart.

It was not until after running two laps that Xiaojia suddenly woke up.

She discovered the biggest change from Luo Shanshan.

The answer is: skin.

In the past, because of work, I often patrolled outside and was attacked by wind and rain.

Over time, no matter how good the skin is, it will become rough.

In the sun, after a long time of sunshine, a faint dark pigment is naturally covered with.

Therefore, the image of ordinary border police officers is haggard and sleeping in the open.

And Luo Shanshan is no exception.

But today, the little girl's skin suddenly changed drastically.

First, the rough surface becomes smooth and delicate.

Secondly, the dark pigment is swept away and is as crystal clear as jade.

What is even more surprising is that the dry skin used to become as full as water.

She doesn't look like a weathered border policeman at all, but rather like a pampered lady.

Strange, it's really weird.

What kind of cosmetics can make the skin change so much overnight?

Thinking of this, Xiaojia couldn't help but ask curiously: "Shanshan, please ask you something?"
To be continued...