The surrounding air changes slowly like the pages of a book being opened.
The sticky texture gradually covered Sakurai Wanzi's raised mask in front of her.
In a dark corner not far away, a group of ghosts stared at the team leader tremblingly. They were not far behind Fuma Ichiro. They could clearly feel the pressure that Fuma Ichiro could feel at this moment.
feel.
In their feelings, the team leader in front of them became so strange, so strange that it seemed as if a terrifying monster was resurrecting in her body. A completely different aura from before slowly rose up in her body like a mountain.
The fierce will to fight is awakening in the opponent.
Like a huge mountain rising from the sea of blood, the thick air seeped around her as she slowly raised her mask, pressing down on her head.
Slow but firm. Thick and full of coercion.
They have never felt this kind of power from the team leader at this moment. This is not like human power at all.
This power seemed to completely melt them into the deep sea blood river. The suffocating pressure slowly spread from their chests along their blood vessels, covering their necks. They knew that when the pressure covered their nasal cavities, she would attack.
.
That is a sure-kill attack. At that time, no one will be able to defeat the opponent in her aura.
The embroidered handkerchief slowly drew across the blade of the sword, and the white and tender little finger tapped the blade little by little with its shiny nails.
Fuma Ichiro stood opposite her quietly. At this moment, he truly realized the unstoppable power of the team leader.
Even though he was full of strength at this moment, clenching his fists, he could smash a tank with one palm and smash a floor with one kick. But in front of her, what he felt was a completely different kind of power, a kind of power that came from the abyss and the huge mountain that could not be climbed.
The power. In the face of this power, even if you have twice the power, you still have no confidence in defeating the opponent.
Unless she has the power to shake the mountain, but how is this possible? The opponent's mountain is made of a little bit of corpses and a little bit of blood. In front of the red carpet she walked on, she really looked like a person who just walked on.
Babies who learn to walk generally.
Even though he has the power, deep down in his heart he does not have the mentality to truly confront the other party.
"You don't have the ability to talk to me on an equal footing. What's even more surprising to me is that I didn't expect that Japanese hybrids have the ability to control other people's wills."
Sakurai Wanko finally said the second sentence of the few tonight.
The voice was clear and cold, but soft and crisp. It didn't look like an evil ghost holding a scarlet sword and wearing an evil ghost mask on his face.
Fuma Ichiro still stood there without speaking.
"Let the person behind you come out!"
Sakurai Wanko's voice remained calm, but the surrounding sea of blood quickly began to boil at this moment. It was as if a ferocious dragon suddenly spread its wings and roared in the scalding temperature.
Sakurai Wanko's golden golden eyes suddenly narrowed, and a pair of vertical pupils full of beastly ferocity suddenly shot up.
The dark air was shrouded in golden light, but this golden light did not make people feel as warm as the sun. Instead, it produced a biting coldness in the illumination.
With corpses everywhere around him, the evil spirit slowly revealed its fangs towards Fuma Ichiro.
She was already prepared to face the worst tonight!
"Do you want to see me?"
A crisp female voice appeared in the golden light curtain, like ripples blown by the wind in a golden lake.
Then, as Fuma Ichiro moved with relief, a slim young figure slowly took the first step out of the dark shadows.
But the moment this step was taken, or the moment the voice came out.
Sakurai Wanko's face, who was in the center of the aura, changed instantly. She stared at a dark corner behind Fuma Ichiro in an unbelievable, sluggish, and disbelieving way.
The originally dark place there was now completely magnified in Sakurai Wanzi's field of vision, like a background that was easily overlooked in the field of vision, but when you suddenly noticed his presence when you raised your head,
It will become extremely abrupt.
In the eyes of Sakurai Wanzi, the dark corner now is no longer as simple as it is sudden, but unbelievable.
Either it was unbelievable that she didn't realize how close she was to her, or it was unbelievable that she was actually followed by a large number of her own fierce ghost hybrids.
She stared in disbelief at the girl who slowly walked up to Fuma Ichiro. The girl was wearing a beige sweatshirt on her upper body and a light white three-quarter skirt on her lower body. Her smooth white boots stepped on the ground in a pool of blood. It was like blooming in the blood.
Lilies in the river.
The gray-black hair passes through the raised ears and falls on the chest. The other person is like an angel walking from the holy light to hell.
In this high-speed tunnel full of corpses, he became a ray of light shining in the darkness.
Sakurai Wanko didn't hesitate at all. The murderous aura that enveloped her collapsed in an instant, and the heavy pressure of the earth and mountains that enveloped her instantly dissipated into nothing. She suddenly put the sword in her hand on the ground, and used the Dragon Clan to
The highest ritual of kneeling down on the ground covered with blood.
Although she didn't know why the other party appeared here, she also didn't know why the other party appeared in front of her in this way.
But what she can be sure of is the impulse that arises from the depths of her blood, which is the loyalty imprinted deep in her blood.
The moment the girl appeared in front of her, the mark on the back of her neck that had been branded by Dragon King Fu Nian began to become hot.
She knew what kind of existence she encountered.
Although she doesn't know why the other party looks like a girl now, this is not a question she should think about. The moment the mark rises, the only thing she has to do is
"Welcome my king!"
Sakurai Wanko's voice is more sincere than ever before, and her sincerity also carries unparalleled loyalty.
This was a state she had never been in tonight until the moment Xia Mi appeared. Her whole body was trembling while she was kneeling on the ground.
It was a tremor of excitement. Unlike the fierce ghosts around her who had no idea what was going on, Sakurai Wanzi really knew what kind of existence she was appearing in front of now.
"I didn't know you were coming, and I deserve death." Sakurai Wanzi pressed her head firmly against the broken floor.
The scarlet blood was suppressed by the heavy pressure around her without any ripples, as if it had solidified and remained motionless.
"Raise your head. Let me take a look."
Xia Mi's voice was still so ethereal, as if he had not yet completely brought into his true identity.
Sakurai Wanko raised her head, and through the eyes of the evil ghost mask, the golden pupils were erected with undisguised respect. It was hard to imagine that the female killer was waving a sharp blade in the sea of blood one second, and the next
In one second, I would be loyal to a girl who is so simple that only her beauty remains.
Although the fact happened right in front of them, a group of ghosts stared at the team leader half-kneeling on the ground in disbelief.
They have never seen such a team leader, even in front of the highest leader of the fierce ghosts, they have never seen this side of the team leader.
Xia Mi put his hand under the evil spirit and helped him slowly take off the mask.
The moment the mask was taken off, a face of a classical Chinese beauty appeared in front of Xia Mi.
The fair skin gives people a very smooth and tender feeling the moment they set eyes on it, the slender eyebrows, the charming eyes, and the slight blush on the corner of the mouth.
Everything is as elegant as a woman stepping out of a painting.
"It's beautiful." Natsumi looked thoughtfully at Wanko Sakurai's pale golden eyes, and gently stroked her little hand from her cheek to the tip of her chin.
He raised his little hand.
For a moment, she seemed to understand why Fu Nian wanted to take him as his attendant.
"Brother, do you like this type?" Xia Mi muttered.
"King." Sakurai Wanzi stared at Natsumi opposite and whispered softly.
This is a way for Sakurai Wanko to express her loyalty to Natsumi.
Xia Mi nodded slightly, but didn't pay too much attention.
"He arranged for you to come here?"
Xia Yazai carefully looked at Sakurai Wanzi's charming eyes.
But soon she saw doubts in the other person's eyes.
"What does the king mean?"
"You don't know who I am, do you?" Xia Mi's eyes suddenly became strange.
The doubts in Hu Mei's eyes did not diminish.
"What do you know?" Xia Mi asked.
"The mission in North America is over, and the king asked me to leave on my own initiative. I chose this place..." Wanzi Sakurai slowly told Xia Mi what had happened.
"You didn't know we were twins?"
"I never knew."
"You didn't know we were here?"
"I never knew."
"you do not know……"
"I never knew."
"Fu Nian didn't tell you anything!!" Xia Mi's eyes were filled with anger.
Sakurai Wanko was stunned. She was a very smart servant. Staring at Natsumi's eyes that changed, she knew that although this was not directed at her, she knew that what she said was wrong might still anger another king.
Although what happened tonight shocked her. Although...
"You really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are! You actually use Long Nu Ling as a one-time fast food..."
Sakurai Wanzi was extremely keen to see a flash of light in the other person's eyes.