"Are you afraid of her like this?"

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Shiori and once again refreshed his understanding of the word "cowardly as a mouse"...

He's a god after all.

No matter how afraid everyone is.

I have indeed entered the Huangquan Kingdom.

Mio is also understandable.

After all, if you eat and live in her, you'll forget it if you're afraid.

But now facing the body with no sense of movement, both hands are useless, and seems to have no combat power... I am also afraid.

This is too timid.

Shiori whispered: "This has nothing to do with what it looks like... You are also scary."

"timid."

Shiori was a little anxious: "You are talking nonsense..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled and was about to continue talking.

"Northern wind."

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from beside him.

Shiori was like a frightened rabbit, and hid behind Kitahara Nanfeng, then quickly disappeared, turning into particles and sank into the shadow of Kitahara Nanfeng.

The whole process.

It's so fast.

Before the northland south wind could react, Shiori disappeared.

His mouth twitched and turned around.

The person who came was the Hundred Days Ghost Longming.

He limped, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose were broken, looking quite embarrassed.

But that aura is still there.

He slowly came to Nanfeng, then looked at Prince Jiaren on the ground, and asked with a complicated expression: "What did you say to him just now?"

"……nothing."

Kitahara Nanfeng was stunned, then remembered the identity of Shiori's god. He knew that he had misunderstood and shook his head: "It's just some gossip."

The Hundred Days Ghost Longming paused and said suddenly: "And then gossiping made him angry to death?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng glanced at Jiaren who was slumped on the ground and said with some amusement: "It's not that exaggerated, I just fainted."

“…How did you do it?”

Looking at the calm and gentle north wind, the Hundred-Ran Gui Longming could not suppress his curiosity.

"Why can you not kneel? Why can you block that blow? Why are you okay?"

He asked three questions in a row.

I don't feel breathless.

It seems that he is really curious.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng did not satisfy his curiosity and replied casually: "It's up to people."

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng obviously doesn't want to answer.

Even if the Hundred Days Ghost Longming was blind, he could see it.

The problem is that he dare not force him to ask.

Who knows if he will punch himself if he is anxious...

So the Hundred Days Ghost Longming sighed, and could only suppress the curiosity in his heart, and change the topic with awareness of the times.

His eyes flashed over Prince Karen beside him, and then looked at the two Omiyaji who were unconscious not far away, and Yuichiro Maruyama who was unable to get up, and asked, "What are you going to do with these people?"

"Buried."

“…Can you hand them over to me?”

"oh?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng was a little surprised: "You really want everything? The Prime Minister is not enough? The question is, can you suppress them?"

"It's up to man."

Hundred-Dai Gui Takaaki replied to him just now, and then said, "As for my purpose of asking them, it is for everyone... You shouldn't want to be a thorn in the eyes of Ise Shrine, right? After all, you still have to go back to school, so I can help you memorize the matter."

...It turns out that people are so active when taking the blame.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's face looked a little strange. After thinking about it, he did not refuse the Hundred Days Gui Longming.

Anyway, it's all right.

Anyway, he fought for the task this time, and he also owed favors from Sumiko Nishikai.

As for other trivial matters, it's OK.

Think of the task.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was suddenly stunned. Why didn’t he seem to have a prompt to complete it?

“Thank you very much.”

Hearing the words of Nanfeng from Beiyuan, Hundred Ri Gui Longming immediately bowed to him.

Nanfeng Kitahara nodded, temporarily threw his doubts behind his head, turned to look at Sumiko Qihai, and suddenly asked, "But you are so calm, aren't you fighting to save Sumiko Qihai? Now that someone has been saved, don't ask about her situation? Instead, come and talk to me nonsense?"

The Hundred-Day Ghost Longming was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked in the direction where Qihai Sumiko was, and said in a daze: "It's useless, asking will only be scolded. And... she doesn't need my care."

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng felt aroused in his heart and suddenly thought of something: "Who is she? I just chatted and seemed to hear her mention the words "The Queen of Evil Horses" and I inexplicably thought it was quite familiar."

"she……"

Hundred-day Gui Longming showed a complicated expression and was about to reply.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Twist.

A striking sound interrupted the Hundred-Day Gui Longming.

The exit to the mountain.

An old-fashioned old man wearing pure white priestly uniform and serious silly lagged behind half a step back, accompanied by an old man with crutches, pale hair, simple yukata, and exposed a pair of shriveled and shrunken calves, slowly walked towards this side.

I saw the old man who was leaning on crutches and was full of dying spirit, and the old-fashioned clergy he had just seen.

The Hundred Day Ghost Longming was stunned, then thought of something, and suddenly glanced at Shihai Chengzi.

Sumiko Nichihachi had no expression on her face.

The Hundred-Day Ghost Longming didn't bother to explain to Beiyuan Nanfeng, looked at the person coming again and asked, "God Lord?"

“…The descendants of eight hundred bhikkhuns? It’s better to meet than to be famous.”

The old man with crutches slowly stopped and slightly raised his eyelids that looked particularly thick because of his old age.

I glanced at the Hundred-Day Gui Longming.

Hundred-day Gui Longming breathed, but soon returned to normal. He bowed to the other party and said respectfully: "...This time I have caused trouble for the Guishu."

“…”

The old man ignored it, but slowly turned his head, looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng again, and said hoarsely: "Heroes are young, although I don't know your roots, your performance is indeed amazing."

Beiyuan Nanfeng shrugged and said nothing.

Not familiar with it.

The old man didn't care.

He lifted his crutch lightly, pestled on the ground, turned slowly, and finally turned his eyes to Sumiko Qihai.

This time, he was silent for a while before slowly speaking: "Qianhai Chengzi, Queen of Evil Horse, has admired her for a long time, I wonder if... can you give me some advice?"

Sumiko Nichihiro gently pulled the corner of her mouth.

"!"

The Hundred Days Ghost Longming suddenly looked up, looked at Qihai Chengzi, and then looked at the old man, unable to help but step forward: "God Lord, you..."

"Stop."

The old-fashioned clergy beside the old man, who was also white-haired, took a step forward and whispered.
To be continued...