My Another World Sword Saint Wife

There was a little anger in Sirira's tone, and her eyes turned to a thin and handsome boy.

The deep eyes stared at the past, as if warning the other party not to make her angry again.

The boy thought for a moment, then smiled charmingly at Sirira.

"Fu Zhexing, Dixing, Daomen, Longhushan, Huadao."

A discourse composed entirely of keywords not only shortens but also fully expresses the key points of the statement.

Fu Zhexing was very satisfied with his language organization ability.

As a result, Sirira slowly walked over with an expression like looking at garbage...

After seeing Fu Zhexing's forehead colliding violently with the desktop...

The few remaining people swallowed their saliva and began to organize their words with all their strength.

The dog swordsman with nine long knives hanging from his waist pulled off his cloak.

Immediately, the four dogs stacked on top of each other came into everyone's field of vision.

They shouted at the same time:

"Wow woof woof!Ur, Laputo, Victor, Ha, Hatch!The four brothers are collectively called Ulavic! ""

"Wow woof woof!We are roaming knights from Aoyou Mainland, we are here to find our master 'Lala'! ""

Clap clap clap!

Four books of different sizes were precisely smashed into the mouths of the four dogs.

"It's so noisy, shut up!"

Sirira patted her ears angrily, she looked down at a lump of white and soft oval strange creature, and asked:

"What are you?"

The weird creature squirmed and turned part of its body into a weapon.

It holds a shield in its left hand and a sword in its right hand. It has a resolute and human face on its surface, and then replied with a rough female voice:

"I don't have a name, it's a unique personality formed after the emergence of summoning magic!"

Reaching out and pulling off a part of the biological body tissue, Sirira gently squeezed it.

Isn't this glutinous rice flour?

This world is becoming more and more weird. Can even this kind of thing evolve into an intelligent life form?

"From today onwards, you are called Tangxin Bai Ciba, or Ciba for short, remember?"

The monster bowed his head respectfully, thanking the other party for the gift of the name.

It's the first creature so far that hasn't been beaten.

"I'm Xingya Tiffany, nice to meet you all."

Beautiful blonde girl in a wheelchair, smiling and greeting all around.

She has a face that even women can feel soft and beautiful when they look at it.

The light green top is paired with a white skirt, and the well-maintained hair is scattered on the left side to the front of the shoulder.

People can't help but have a desire to protect.

"Fine, next one."

Sirira nodded in satisfaction.

Satisfaction doesn't refer to the girl's rhetoric, but 'as long as this guy doesn't make trouble'.

Finally, the black-haired young man who was also sitting in a wheelchair opened his mouth to speak.

"Xu Fei, an undead, is from the earth and star world, trying to become a living person."

Everyone was speechless, not understanding why this young man introduced himself to a row of bookshelves.

The back of the head was hit hard by a book, but unfortunately the person who was hit didn't respond, still talking to himself to the bookshelf.

Xu Fei's injuries have recovered to an extent, but he has not yet re-established contact with the five senses of the body.

For the cognition of the surrounding environment, if he does not use conscious perception, then he is no different from a vegetable.

"Diffuse your awareness, don't just perceive the sounds in your ears!"

Sirira reprimanded, this guy probably wants to restore his hearing, so he only uses his sense of consciousness in his ears on purpose.

Liu Mei frowned more and more tightly, and her mood became worse and worse.

Sirira suddenly felt a little regretful, and should not have easily agreed to Kruger's request.

Among these newcomers, is there a normal person?

Chapter 348 Endorsement

"..."

On the spiral staircase, Cang squatted there motionless.

He held his breath, lowered his thinking frequency, and tried to relax his whole body.

I am a bookshelf, I am a bookshelf, the thighs are the base, the arms are wood, the whole body is made of cellulose...

Cang kept imagining the structure of the bookshelf in his mind, trying to deceive himself.

Strong self-suggestion allows him to blend into the surrounding environment naturally, so that others will ignore him unconsciously.

In the morning, he ate two bowls of Pinggugu bird egg soup, which caused him to squat in the toilet and have diarrhea, so Cang arrived late.

When he came here, he was horrified to find that Sirira was hitting people with books...

Thinking of the dominance and tyranny that the other party once gave, Cang felt the double fear from psychology and physiology.

So he didn't dare to move anymore, praying that he could squat here and install a bookshelf to get away with it.

It's his fault that he didn't take it too seriously, after all, Lasha is a good-tempered, big-breasted beauty, and never cares about being late.

I received a notice yesterday asking him to gather at the second floor of the Aturam Library at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning.

But the messenger didn't say the specific content*!

(*Here is what Sirira specifically asked the soldiers to conceal. She never punishes others for no reason, so conditions need to be created.)

If he knew that Sirira was coming, Cang Ning would save his face and smash a pair of pants, and he would not be late!

Suddenly, more than a dozen books the thickness of a brick flew over like meteors.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Cang swayed from side to side like a rattle drum, and was hit hard all over his body.

Soon...

The books flew into the room with the cangs that naturally dangled from the limbs like mud.

"Listen up, idiots."

Sirira raised her chin slightly, her cold eyes revealing a strong killing intent.

"Choosing me as an instructor is the biggest mistake in your short life."

"But since you have made a choice, you must take responsibility and abide by my rules..."

Standing up three slender fingers, the terrifying aura emanating from Sirira caused the room temperature to suddenly drop a few degrees.

The feeling of falling into an ice cellar enveloped the whole body, and everyone began to tremble unconsciously.

"First, absolutely obey my orders, and no objection is allowed."

"Second, don't ask unnecessary nonsense and disturb my rest."

"Third, don't use your stupid thinking patterns to figure out my thoughts."

"otherwise……"

A contemptuous and cruel sneer appeared on Sirira's beautiful young girl's face.

"I'll grind you into powder, then reconstruct your life, and then grind you into powder until I die."

Hear such crazy words.

Except for the blond girl in the wheelchair, the other eleven students were all shaken and shivered.

Whether Sirira was deliberately scaring them, everyone did not know.

But there is indeed a precedent in front of us, which can't help but make people think.

19 years ago, the Principality of Airilat was at its most chaotic.

One day, Sirira went out to hang out on the pretext of arresting "sinners".

When passing by the capital of Elirat, I met a convoy of a powerful minister.

The minister immediately fell in love with her and salivated at the first sight, and was going to take her back to the castle to have a good exchange.

To be honest, if Miss Sirira excludes internal factors such as character and strength...

Good looking, delicate features, slender body, fair skin, petite and cute.

Her long hair was tied behind her head by a purple-red headband, making her look even more delicate.

The black dress armor she often wears is specially made into an ultra-thin style for the convenience of movement, which unintentionally perfectly sets off her graceful figure.

Just looking at the appearance, Sirira does belong to the charming and pure girl type.

In fact, many men have a little special plot in their preferences for women's figures.

When the minister saw Sirira's flat chest, he was immediately elated and shocked.

Having been in a high position for many years, I have seen all over the mountains and mountains.

The sense of loneliness and highness that is viewed horizontally as mountains and sideways as peaks has long been dull.

He glanced at the small arc in front of the girl with ponytails... low and undulating... showing a lewd smile.

Then, the result can be imagined.