The strong wind blowing up from the overpass made the hair around Miyamoto Yukiko's ears dance wildly. Miyamoto Yukiko walked up to Yu Xian Zhisheng with a bamboo knife in hand and looked down at him condescendingly.
Then hold the handle of the bamboo knife with both hands and raise it high.
What she was doing was the most basic sword fighting technique called "One Hit". This sword skill was not flashy at all, it was all about going straight, straight, and freely, and the effect of hitting people was absolutely...destructive.
Yu Xian's childish eyes closed.
Rina Ryoko's desperate cry of "No, don't touch him" seemed to be heard in her ears. Rina Ryoko probably really jumped into the dream she had weaved for her and didn't want to come out. She herself was almost beaten stupid by Yukiko.
He actually had the guts to plead for him.
You'll definitely get a concussion.
Thinking about it, it is understandable that she suffered a slight concussion. Yukiko no longer has any family members. Even her mother betrayed her by marrying the director of Osaka Shipyard. Her heart cannot tolerate any betrayal.
Do you want to tell her, before the bamboo knife falls? Just say it loudly - Yukiko, I only did this to deal with Okuhata. I don't want Okuhata to disturb our lives again. I hope he goes away.
Yes, I will never bother you again.
But he couldn't say it.
Xuezi, I'm sorry, I want to stay by your side.
Although he is unknown, he is not lonely at all.
Yuxian Zhisheng waited for a long time, but did not feel any pain.
He opened his eyes, looked up, and found that the bamboo sword was hovering above his head, only one centimeter away from his hair. Yukiko was worthy of being the granddaughter of Masao Miyamoto, the god of war. She was as smooth with the sword as she was with Taiko.
Can't you do it?
Yu Xian was hesitant and unable to speak. The next second he was knelt down on one knee by Miyamoto Yukiko and was rubbed into her arms. Her hands sank into the flesh of his back due to the force and she sobbed softly.
, tears wet his shirt. It was the first time that Yuxian saw such a sad Xuezi. She was like a little girl who had her beloved thing taken away, and she cried fiercely and uglyly.
"I found you, childish."
Xuezi's forehead gently touched his forehead, and warm tears fell down her nose, like a boiling rain: "I can't do it without you, I really can't do it, my life
The only meaning left is you."
Yu Xian was stunned. He thought he might have thought wrong.
Some people in this world hope that you will reach the top of the world when you become famous, but some people only hope that you will be healthy, happy and simple.
Maybe...Xuezi doesn't need anything.
There is no need for him to make money privately to pay off her debts, and there is no need for him to find a way to get rid of Okuhata for her. It doesn't matter even if his grades don't improve, as long as he can grow up by her side safely and see the world with her.
good.
Because she is also lonely.
The high-pitched sirens of a series of police cars sounded in the distance from the overpass.
But those who arrived earlier than the police car were the men from the Narita District Mafia Association. They had just finished beating Okuhata Ruo and accepted the new text message from the driver and ran over without stopping. At this time, they saw Rina Ryoko being beaten into a miserable state.
They all looked so frightened that they couldn't be held responsible for this.
"How can it be repaired!!!"
The men shouted filial piety loudly, took out knives from behind, jumped out of the car and ran towards Miyamoto Yukiko. They had failed in their duties, but it seemed that they still had a chance to redeem themselves. All they had to do was kill Miyamoto Yukiko!
"Kill! Damn it...don't leave her alive!" Rina Ryoko laughed like a crazy woman, with blood and saliva flowing from her mouth along the corners of her mouth.
The scene was instantly taken over by the Black Hand, and the onlookers were dispersed by the Black Hand. There was no way to escape, both in heaven and on earth.
Miyamoto Yukiko blocked Yu Xian's child behind her. Yu Xian's child took the lead in picking up the small drill and took a step forward, blocking her in front of her. Miyamoto Yukiko frowned and pulled him behind her: " Don't cause trouble, childish."
The situation is far beyond imagination.
The energy behind Rina Ryoko poured out. This is not a force that Miyamoto Yukiko can resist today. Miyamoto Masao must be fine here, but his bones have long been buried in the tomb, and no one can protect Yukiko anymore.
Suddenly, a roar that pierced the sky swept from far to near along the overpass street. The silver-gray painted Lamborghini Jalpa galloped like lightning among the overpass cars, like a rampaging beast breaking into the flock of sheep and rampaging. .
The car owners on the road were so frightened that they honked their horns loudly, and the surrounding vehicles moved out of the way. Just when they were about to curse, they stared at the rear license plate of "Shinagawa-8888" and were stunned.
That's the Yuan family's car.
The roar like an angry beast stopped in front of the men of the Black Hand.
After the sports car parked, Hei Mutong jumped out of the passenger seat, glanced at Yuxian Zhisheng, who was still intact, mumbled something unknown, and sat back in the car.
The long-haired samurai wearing crow feathers took out his long legs and took out his black sword from the trunk. He nodded to Miyamoto Yukiko, pulled out the ancient sword, held the sword in his left hand and the scabbard in his right hand, blocking the way from the men. before.
"It was the young lady who called the old man of the Yuan family."
"The old man said that Miyamoto Masao was very good to him in the past, so he couldn't let you come here alone. The power behind Rina Ryoko is very strong. When it comes to the meeting of ministers of state, only our Minamoto family can handle it for the time being."
"Did you enjoy the fight?" the long-haired warrior suddenly asked.
Miyamoto Yukiko nodded, the fight was indeed enjoyable.
The long-haired samurai grinned, buttoned his greasy long hair, and said: "When you are satisfied, take Yuxian-kun and leave. I will leave with the lady later. Don't worry, the Yuan family's large army will be here soon." Will rush over."
"Don't let them leave!" Rina Ryoko shouted desperately.
The long-haired samurai picked up the scabbard and slapped her in the face, immediately making the other side of Rina Ryoko's face red and swollen: "You are talking to the Minamoto family now, not to these two ordinary people. If you want to vent your anger, just go to her. The Yuan family is here."
"Thank you." Yuxian Zhisheng waved to Heimutong who was looking over here.
Kuromutong pretended to be playing a game console and stared at him. When he saw him talking to him, he quickly shrank back and looked away, turning his head away and ignoring him.
"puff......"
Yu Xian's childish mouth puffed up, and he smiled tightly, his face was red from suppressing it, and the smile seeped from his red lips to his white teeth. Soon he couldn't hold back anymore, and he bent down with a smile, holding his knees and laughing. pant.
Hei Mu Tong, you are so arrogant.
He didn't expect Miyamoto Yukiko to come, let alone Kurobutou. He had always been good at solving things by himself so that they would be perfect, but now the problem was getting bigger and beyond his control.
Although he was helpless, he found it surprisingly interesting.
Miyamoto Yukiko grabbed Yu Xian's childish collar and threw him into the Nissan 240SX, who was laughing.
The naive Yuzuru who was thrown into the car was still holding his stomach and laughing. Miyamoto Yukiko skillfully upshifted, and the sports car slid past the tea liquid that Rina Ryoko sprayed on the ground.
Rina Ryoko watched them leave in despair, she shouted angrily and fainted.
Kuromu Tong crossed his legs and played the game console. The men who rushed up were beaten to pieces by the long-haired samurai's scabbard. He was like a wall, guarding this boundary. Whoever came would be beaten.
, if you strike too hard, your hands and feet will be cut off.
The long-haired samurai waved the ancient sword repetitively and boringly, while looking up at the Nissan 240SX driving on the overpass. The dark gray clouds dispersed, and the sun was rising high from the horizon of the tall buildings. The sunlight was pouring down, and it was so beautiful.
Can't open my eyes.
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(PS. Sugar is coming. It’s the third update today. It’s full of sweetness all day long. It’s time to vote)
