Killing Spirits in Tokyo with Zanpakutō

Chapter 123 Did You Give Your Face?

"Please, spare me, as long as you are willing to let me go, you can do whatever you want me to do?"

"Anything goes, really?"

"Really, it's absolutely true..." Scar girl put back her messy hair, tried to grin the corners of her mouth, showed a "smiling face" to Dong Yunkong, and nodded repeatedly.

"Stop, stop, don't do this." Dong Yunkong shuddered suddenly, and quickly said: "You better stop laughing, it's quite infiltrating."

Scar Girl: "..."

"Let's get down to business! Do you have money?"

"Forehead······"

Why is my mother so rich that she still uses it to rob you?

"Then what do you think your strength is?"

"..."

"You make it difficult for me! You have no money and no ability, what else can you do? Could it be that you still plan to seduce me with your beauty? You should know what you look like! "

Scar Girl: "???"

MMP, this is a bit too much!

Seeing the scar girl in front of him who asked all kinds of questions, Dong Yunkong finally couldn't help but sighed leisurely, as if he saw a waste.

"It's a pity, even if you "ghosts and gods" do a little bit of human affairs, I might be able to find a reason to keep you, but unfortunately, the "merit" radiated from you, even if you are separated by tens of meters, I can't help you. can smell it."

A plain voice sounded in Scar Girl's ears, and Scar Girl's eyes revealed a trace of astonishment, as if she didn't understand what the "merit" in Dong Yunkong's words meant.

But immediately, Scar Girl turned around and ran away without hesitation, but before she could run a few meters, a long knife that seemed to be glistening with blood directly penetrated her chest.

After absorbing the "virtuous energy" of the three scar girls after their deaths, Dong Yunkong immediately felt that his next Zanpakutao was not far away.

It can be said that things are unpredictable.

Since I got the first "Binglun Pill", I only used it once in total, so I had to temporarily "seal" it.

Dong Yunkong didn't move the bodies of the three of them. It's better to leave this kind of matter to professionals.

Maybe Dong Yunkong could get a bonus for this.

After all, to be honest, there are many people in the "Ghosts and Gods", and it seems that they have put up rewards at the police departments in various places.

Take back the ancient sword.

Dong Yunkong was about to leave here.

However, at this moment, a dazzling yet soft golden light suddenly appeared in the distance, and that golden light faintly condensed into a huge "卍" character, which was pressing down on a certain figure.

Dong Yunkong looked at the figure about to be suppressed with an inexplicable familiarity.

But after taking a closer look, Dong Yunkong was sure that he didn't know that guy, so he stopped paying attention and was about to turn around and leave.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like there will be any beneficial troubles, and Dong Yunkong will not go back and provoke them.

However, there are some things, even if Dong Yunkong doesn't take the initiative to provoke them, troubles will still come to him.

Not far away, the Buddha seal with the word "卍" quickly suppressed another figure. Just when Dong Yunkong thought that the young monk would leave, he never expected that the monk would walk towards him come over.

"Amitabha, please stay behind."

The young monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe walked up to Dong Yunkong in a few steps, with his right hand in a flower-like shape, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a warm voice.

"I wonder if this benefactor saw what happened just now?"

"did not see it."

Dong Yunkong shook his head, decisively choosing to pretend to be confused.

Seeing this, the smile on the corner of the young monk's mouth remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "The almsgiver is dishonest in his heart, and he clearly sees it, so why bother to deceive the little monk!"

"Since you already know, why bother to ask me, just tell me what you have to say!"

"The little monk just said that what happened just now is very important to the little monk, so the little monk doesn't want it to be spread."

"Oh, don't worry! I'm not interested in your nonsense, and I don't have time to go out and talk nonsense. If it's okay, I'll leave first. I've been shopping all night, and I'm quite sleepy."

Dong Yunkong waved his hands impatiently, and was about to leave with strides, but at this moment, he saw the young monk in his clothes standing in front of him again.

"Amitabha, the donor may have misunderstood the meaning of the little monk."

"Then what do you mean?"

"What the little monk means is that in order to prevent the benefactor from revealing the things here, please also hope that the benefactor can let the little monk seal the memory of the benefactor tonight."

The monk in the moon-white monk's robe still had a smile on his mouth, but after he finished speaking, he took a slight step towards Dong Yunkong, with a vaguely aggressive taste.

But after Dong Yunkong heard this person's words, his face was also brushed, and he became gloomy.

"Sorry, what did you just say, can I listen again?" Dong Yunkong's voice was still very flat, but anyone could hear the chill in his words at the moment.

However, the young monk didn't care at all, with a faint smile still on his face, and he said with a demeanor that everything was under control: "What I mean is, in order to prevent the things here tonight from being leaked, I ask the benefactor to allow me to Seal the memory."

"I gave you face, didn't I!"

Zheng!

The ancient saber that had just been withdrawn was unsheathed again, and the bloody saber light disappeared in a flash. The fierce saber aura made the young monk's expression change, and he hurriedly backed away.

But it was a step too late.

Looking at the monk's robe that had been cut open in front of his chest, the smile on the young monk's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to his compassionate look.

"Amitabha, it seems that the benefactor is unwilling to listen to the advice of the little monk. If so, the little monk has no choice but to use the vajra method."

"King Kong, you, die for me."

As soon as the monk finished speaking, Dong Yunkong suddenly rushed to his eyes and slashed down with a knife.

Dong Yunkong was really angry.

Originally, I bought a pretty good knife tonight, and gained some "merit energy". Dong Yunkong was in a good mood, so he rarely had the patience to chat with this monk.

But he never expected that his rare patience would be exchanged for such a thing.

You know, sealing memory is not a good thing, because the premise of sealing memory is to check all your own memories, and you have to relax your mind and let others invade your soul. handed over to others.

Not to mention that the method of sealing memory itself has great flaws. If one is not good, it is possible to make a mentally retarded fool or something.

Thinking of his rare good mood being ruined, Dong Yunkong immediately became very angry.

Wild beast swordsmanship - one style.

laugh!

The bloody saber light slashed down, but the young monk did not dodge or dodge. Instead, he flipped his palm, and a [-] cm long vajra suddenly appeared in his right hand, blocking it against the saber light.

The young monk is very confident about his magic weapon, and the fact is as it should be, the bloody saber light is almost collapsed at the touch of this vajra that he has blessed for many years.

But when the saber and the vajra faced each other hard, the monk's expression suddenly changed.

Clang sound.

When the saber collided with the vajra, there was no crisp sound of gold and iron colliding, but a roar similar to that of a bell.

An unimaginable terrifying force suddenly struck from the blade, accompanied by the creaking sound of the bones all over the body, the height of the young monk suddenly dropped several centimeters out of thin air.

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(End of this chapter)