"I am your Lord of God."

Discover Shiori and look at it.

Kitahara Nanfeng was silent for a while, forcibly pressing Miyata Yui to let her sit down, and then replied without changing his expression.

Shiori hesitated for a while, sniffed, covered her clothes, but didn't say anything.

It seems...seems for granted?

Beiyuan Nanfeng felt a little strange, but he didn't ask too much. Who knew if this timid god would suddenly collapse and hide...

He looked at Mio Natsume.

Natsume Mio handed him the sword he had just snatched from Shiori's hand.

Beiyuan Nanfeng took the sword and looked at it.

It's really like Master Carving's sword, but the sword is very light, and the North Yuan Nanfeng even has the illusion of nothingness.

"Come on, let's experiment."

Kitahara Nanfeng weighed the sword in his hand and handed it to Shiori.

Shiori hesitated for a while, and as she raised her agile cloth slightly, she stepped forward with her delicate thighs wrapped in black silk pantyhose, and stepped forward with her high heels...

Although she looks pitiful, she gives people a charming illusion...

The contrast is very strong.

Beiyuan Nanfeng wants to laugh a little.

Shiori saw the expression of Kitanhara Nanfeng, and wanted to lift his sword and slash him in the head.

But in the end, reason defeated sensibility. She held the hilt of the sword in both hands and protected her chest: "What to experiment with?"

"First of all, you straightened your sword."

Kitahara Nanfeng signaled to hold the hilt of the sword, and put Shiori, who was shaking the blade in front of his face, put down the sword. After she did as she did, he looked at Mio Natsume again: "Mio, can you please fight her?"

"...Isn't it okay? Brother Yoshiori looks like he really can't fight."

Natsume Mio hesitated a little.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her here."

"That's it... OK."

Natsume Mio could only take out his knife from the instrument.

Shiori looked at Kitahara Nanfeng, then looked at Natsume Mio, and finally looked at Miyata Yui who looked curious about her baby behind Kitahara Nanfeng, and became nervous again.

"I really can't fight..."

"I know, just try it. You subconsciously block it. Mio won't hurt you."

Nanfeng Beiyuan stood up and pressed her head... By the way, the "beast ears" on her head felt quite good.

"I……"

"MiO."

The Nanfeng of Kitahara forced Shiori to the gap between the bed and the wall, then took a few steps back and shouted.

Natsume Mio hesitated for a while, took a step forward, gently raised the knife in her hand, and waved it towards Shiori.

Shiori's delicate body trembled.

Then.

clang!

Shiori, who was obviously pitiful in the last second, suddenly waved his sword and raised it up, bounced off the blade that Mio slashed down, then turned around, squatted down slightly, and stabbed forward with the tip of the knife forward.

brush.

The purple afterimage flashed with an electric arc.

Shiori appeared behind Natsume Mio, and with his ponytail swung up, he raised his sword and slashed at the unprepared Natsume Mio.

"stop."

Kitahara Nanfeng hurriedly ran over, grabbed Natsume Mio's waist, and while protecting her, he raised his hand towards her.

Shiori was stunned suddenly, then came to his senses, looked at the sword in his hand, and was at a loss, and said in a crying voice: "I didn't mean it."

She really didn't seem to know what was going on.

Complete instinct.

"It's not your business."

Kitahara Nanfeng comforted him, then looked at Mio Natsume: "Are you okay?"

Natsume Mio was stunned for a moment, then said with a shy look: "It's okay..."

Nanfeng Kitahara shook his head: "Don't take it to heart, you underestimated the enemy, and have you discovered it? Although he had a light effect of lightning, in essence... Shiori's fighting style just now was exactly the same as mine."

Yes.

Although the master's skin is covered with layers of skins, in various senses, Shiori's action just now is the fighting habit of the North Yuan Nanfeng.

"It's true." Mio Natsume thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

"So I'll do it."

Kitahara Nanfeng was too lazy to take out his girl, so he took the knife from Natsume Mio's hand, and then asked her to sit down by the bed, while he stood in front of Shiori.

Fortunately, Ichiro Saito is a dog, and the room he has made is quite large, barely enough to use.

"bring it on."

The Shiori of the Northland South Fengchao said.

"I don't want it..." Shiori was still immersed in the fact that he almost slashed Natsume Mio just now.

"Don't worry, you won't hurt me."

While Kitahara Nanfeng said, he approached Shiori directly and raised his knife to chop!

certainly.

Focus on it.

Shiori also had a similar reaction as before.

It was obviously pitiful in the last second.

The next second he will directly transform into a afterimage.

clang.

Beiyuan Nanfeng easily bounced off her sword blade.

Then he directly blocked the slash from behind.

After two moves.

Shiori came back to his senses and said he was unwilling to do anything.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her and was slightly stunning.

Confirmed.

Whether it is his movements or ideas, Shiori is completely his style.

Is it because I don’t understand Master Ke’s scraping sword technique, so although I am talking about Yunlai’s sword technique, is it my own fighting habits deep in my heart?

wrong……

What is most confusing now is that you can influence the little god in front of you?

"Shimai."

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly shouted.

Shiori, who was chanting, raised her head, her cute face was stunned. Before she could reply, she saw a bright blade approaching her eyes...

Shiori subconsciously raised the sword in her hand to block it.

But her tears had already come out because she felt that the sword of Beiyuan Nanfeng was really moving...

He really wants to beat himself up...

But at this moment.

"The poem weaving one force breaks ten matches." The words of the north wind in the north bank suddenly rang out.

Then.

clang!

A huge collision of iron tools.

Sparks splashed.
To be continued...