Song Sanxi couldn't help but be made to laugh by Kimura Matagi.
First of all, this guy's face is quite funny.
Secondly, these words are very emotional, very joyful, and also have a sense of sadness.
Song Sanxi nodded, "Okay, Mr. Kimura, if you can understand this, you have seen through a lot of things."
"Sawaya Yamayama, I didn't kill him, but in fact, I really could have killed him. He came to help you and fought to the death. The friendship between brothers made me let him go. He has returned to his country, and he will
Go join the army."
"Soukora Yuko, she ran away. She really didn't care about you. She didn't care about your life or death at all. She just wanted to take revenge and protect herself."
"If she hadn't tried every means to destroy me, I wouldn't have treated her like that. The person you love is so ambitious and has hurt my Yanzhou Empire. I can't let her go. I hope you can understand!"
"Experiencing barriers such as emotions will make you more mature and stable. It will even be of great benefit to your swordsmanship and martial arts practice."
Kimura Mata was trembling all over after hearing this. He was sad and sad, his heart was ashen, his face was pale, uglier and even more funny.
Tears flowed out slowly.
He gritted his teeth and endured everything.
After wiping away her tears, she looked up at Song Sanxi and nodded silently.
He wanted to turn it over, but he couldn't.
After turning over several times, I was still lying on my back, unable to get up.
Closing his eyes, his whole body fell into an inexplicable helplessness and helplessness.
Song Sanxi thought for a while and went to help him up.
Kimura Mata leaned against a big tree with his back, his whole body seemed to be unsteady, but he still worked hard and stood strong.
"Song Sanxi, thank you."
As he spoke, he nodded heavily and wanted to bend down and bow, but he couldn't and almost fell down again.
Song Sanxi helped him again so that he wouldn't fall to the ground.
"Forget it, you don't have to be so polite. You are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered. I am somewhat impressed by your strength alone."
Kimura Matagi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Well, you will win in the end. I am just a defeated general."
"Kimura-kun, what are your plans now? If you want to go back to Risang, can I buy you a plane ticket?"
"You..." Kimura Matagi shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I want to go back, so I don't need to trouble you. I still have the money. But, Risang, there is no need for me to go back."
"Oh? Why is this?"
"Because of love, I have seen through it. The Risang Empire no longer has any concern for me. I have no relatives or friends there. There is nothing worth remembering."
Song Sanxi nodded, "There is no greater sadness than heartbreak. You are an independent person and can choose your own path. Then I wish you good luck! If you like, follow me back to the hotel. You have consumed a lot and need to rest.
Some days.”
Kimura Matagi thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, thank you!"
I wanted to bow again, but almost fell down again.
Song Sanxi helped him again and said, "Okay Kimura-kun, I, Song Sanxi, am not the one who needs these false courtesy. I am a man who is straightforward and forthright. There is nothing wrong with that. Being too polite only shows hypocrisy. Who do Risang people see?
Everyone bows down, how much respect do you have in your heart?"
Kimura was stunned and a little silent.
"Let's go. I'll help you out. Let's take a taxi back to the hotel first."
"Thank you Sanxi-kun. Please help me make a crutch! It's enough for you to spare my life. I don't want to owe you too much. Martial arts and kendo should not be burdened mentally."
Song Sanxi was stunned for a moment, smiled, and nodded, "Okay, I'll comply with your wishes."
So Song Sanxi pulled out the dragon whip and chopped off a tree as thick as an arm.
Very quickly, he cut out a cane.
Kimura Matagi is holding the crutches, but he is actually holding them.
He glanced at Song Sanxi's dragon whip with some envy and said: "Sanxi Lord, this weapon of yours is weird, sharp, and tenacious. It is simply too powerful! Think about me and the sword on the mountain, which is also a first-class divine sword.
But it’s no match for this weapon of yours!”
Song Sanxi looked at the dragon whip in hand and smiled, "Really? This is called a dragon whip. It is a product of modern high technology. It is still different from your Risang's ancient casting method. It is tough, sharp, and can cut iron like clay.
Kimura-kun, times are progressing, and people must also progress. Look back and see if the opportunity comes, I can give you a whip."
Kimura Mataki was overjoyed, "Sanxi-kun, is what you said true?"
This ugly face, disheveled hair, holding a thick wooden crutch, dressed in tattered black robes, covered in blood and snow and ice.
His excited look, as if he was crying, is indeed quite joyful.
Song Sanxi nodded, "When a man speaks, there is no reason why he doesn't mean what he means. Of course, it depends on the opportunity."
"What is opportunity?"
"We'll talk about it after you recover."
"oh……"
To be honest, Kimura Matagi is a warrior. He practices swordsmanship and martial arts. He is also crazy about weapons as much as he is about women.
Afterwards, the two of them came out of the woods.
Kimura Mata is very strong, holding a cane and walking hard and strong.
Song Sanxi didn't help him either. This kind of person is very arrogant, so just give him some dignity.
An hour later, Song Sanxi recovered better and felt refreshed.
At this time, the two of them walked out of the forest.
Finally, we left the park, took a taxi, and returned to the hotel.
Kimura Mata was so exhausted that he couldn't hold on any longer when he entered the room. He fell directly to the ground with his eyes closed, feeling very depressed.
But he said: "Thank you, Mr. Sanxi!"
Only then did Song Sanxi take out a pill and throw it to him, "Take it. It will be good for recovering from the injury. After taking it, have a good sleep before talking."
"Okay, thank you Sanxi-kun!"
Kimura Matagi took the medicine and his eyes were gleaming, "Good medicine, Sanxi-kun!"
"It's okay, I forgot about it just now. How about taking a bath now, or lying down to recover first?"
"I choose recovery."
"Okay, it's up to you. Uh..."
Song San was surprised.
The dog thief is awesome!
He closed his eyes so quickly and snored loudly. Although he is not big, he snored very loudly!
Well, let him sleep!
Song Sanxi thought for a while, then called a waiter from the hotel, threw in a thousand dollars, and asked him to carry Kimura Matagi to the bathroom and clean up.
Anyway, Kimura Matagi was fast asleep at the moment and wouldn't wake up.
Moreover, he is small and the waiter is tall and powerful, so he can do it easily.
Song Sanxi also went back to the master bedroom, took a good bath, and lay down on the bed to rest first.
This battle, one versus two, was quite thrilling, and his consumption was still very high.
Lying down to recover is really important.
We’ll talk about the rest later.
At some point, Song Sanxi was awakened by a phone call.
When I got up, my body had recovered a lot of strength.
When he saw it, hey, it was Roland Duleff, the director of Ukolan Shipyard, calling.
It seems that the matter of buying iron shells is coming to an end...