My Another World Sword Saint Wife

I, Shangguan Ritian, have never been a delicate flower!As long as you can improve your strength, feel free to beat me up!

"We hit it off with Brother Gou, I don't want you to miss this opportunity, please listen to me."

"Some things are just like speculating in stocks and marrying a wife. They often buy stocks heavily. Those who invest in black swans from a young age will eventually make a lot of money."

"The junk stocks that everyone is not optimistic about may rise to heaven in a few years. The ugly girl who was dark and fat at the same table in junior high school may turn into a white and rich beauty in ten years."

"How many choices are rare in life? Don't regret it, brother dog."

Fu Zhexing clinked the glass with Uravichi with a smile on his face, and drank it down in one gulp.

From the attitude of the people in the sanctuary towards Sirira, it is easy to see that this woman has a big problem.

It is understandable that no one dares to provoke the powerful.

But doing things as one likes in a big power like Sanctuary is worth deliberating.

All appearances will point to a huge possibility, that is...

Sirira is likely to be the illegitimate daughter of the sanctuary ruler?lover?Or a family heir with huge interests involved!

Clinging to her early, there shouldn't be any harm except getting beaten often!

As for the fact that Sirira would kill people at will, Fu Zhexing didn't think it was a big problem.

A few days ago, he and Xu Fei went to the archives and looked up all the deeds about Sirira.

In the end, the two came up with a rule.

The logic of the first action of ordinary people when dealing with new things is to be right about things and not people, but this crazy woman Sirira is just the opposite.

Her shot is completely wrong with people.

Regardless of whether the other party is good or bad, as long as she feels a trace of dirty nature, she will violently kill...

Right is dirty, not right or wrong.

for example.

Sirira once ran into a wanted criminal in mainland China who had been killing people and robbing goods all the year round.

At that time, the soldiers under her command thought that the other party was dead, but she completely ignored it.

When asked by his subordinates whether to arrest, Sirira just waved his hand lazily and let the subordinates decide for themselves.

The reason is also very strange. She said that as a robber, that person only did the two jobs that a robber should do, killing people and stealing goods, and she felt that the other person was a decent person...

However, once when Sirira was passing through a certain town, she happened to see a local wealthy businessman conniving his young son to practice driving a spar car on the street.

As it was getting late, the rumbling noise made nearby residents unable to sleep peacefully.

Sirira cut the rich businessman into pieces without saying a word...

All in all, Xu Fei and Fu Zhexing believe that it doesn't matter if they do good deeds or evil deeds, as long as they are neither humble nor overbearing, they should be shameless.

Joining Sirira's command will not be life-threatening.

After repeated persuasion by several people, Uravichi was finally fooled and decided to join the beaten squad.

In the next few days, with its four mouths, it spread the power of Sirira everywhere, and successfully fooled Mural and Ciba over.

As for how the wheelchair girl Xingya Tiffany got here, no one knows.

……

The World of Dyernano, the Third Age Calendar.

On June 12633, 6 in the continental calendar, daytime.

Three days have passed since Sirira left.

In the Aturam library, everyone was completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

That passionate look, that furious expression...

Like a student on the eve of the college entrance examination, he is in a state of madness with excess adrenaline.

"The basic principle of the composition of the Holy Word is... yes... I'll go! What is it! Ahhh, I forgot again."

A'Zhu slapped his head hard, wishing he could swallow the nine books that were as thick as a dictionary into his mouth at one go.

After untying the first shackles, the five senses become sharper and the memory is also enhanced.

But it is still impossible for him to memorize so much content in seven days.

"Old and wet, how many foreheads have you recited?"

Turning around to look, A'Zhu found that Cang was sitting quietly on the ground with his head lowered like an old monk sitting in meditation...

Slowly opened his cloudy eyes, pale and muttered to himself: "No, don't memorize it, I'm practicing meditation...how to reduce the pain of touch..."

Cang really doesn't need to carry it.

Others memorized nine books, but he needed to memorize 59 books because he was late, and Sirira obviously wanted to kill him.

Anyway, I can't hide from inside and outside, so I just lie flat...

"..."

A Zhu blinked, not knowing what to say.

Although I sympathize with Lao Shi very much, but now I can't protect myself...

Let's just ignore him and find a way to save ourselves first!

呲呲呲呲.

The subtle sound of cutting came to his ears, and A'Zhu looked at the blue-haired youth beside him.

Mural Jixiang held a diamond knife in his right hand, and flames and electric arcs as thin as toothpicks rose from his left hand.

He is concentrating on cutting a thin slice of transparent crystal.

Not long after, fifteen finely crafted artificial nails were ready.

Mural took out a metal arm from the rag bag at his waist, and carefully wrapped the artificial skin that had already been made.

Condensate the magic circle and put in the rhombus crystal.

The last step, load the bullet!

Fifteen artificial fingers with fingernails were stuffed like bullets into the magazine behind the arm.

Kaka.

The artificial arm unfolded and was put on Mural's hand.

creak.

Clenched his fist hard, and five fingers immediately popped out from the front of the artificial arm.

"Snapped!"

Realizing that A'Zhu was looking at him, Mural blinked and gestured to shoot at him.

Then, one finger of the artificial arm fell off automatically, and then another one popped out quickly.

"..."

A'Zhu was speechless again, was he trying to fool Sirira with prosthetics?

Why does it feel like this guy is more stupid than Babacius...

"hey-hey."

Rubbing the newly completed artificial arm, Mural grinned with relief.

He's not just a fighter.

Mural Jixiang, who inherited the superb casting technology from his hometown, can forge a variety of weapons and armor.

It took him three days to transform this artificial arm with spar guns.

She was not good at reading books since she was a child, and Mural didn't intend to memorize them honestly at first.

"Ah Mu, you are too fake, Miss Sirira will kill you." A'Zhu kindly reminded.

This bastard who claims to be from another continent is an acquaintance, and he got acquainted with everyone on the first day of acquaintance.

"Oh? Really? Can't you? Look at the delicate skin and texture."

Mu Laer frowned and pouted, obviously not convinced by A'Zhu's statement.

The focus has shifted from being slaughtered by Sirira to someone questioning his superb skills.

Suddenly, a beautiful mirror with hollow carvings stretched out in front of the two of them.

It turned out that the kind-hearted elder sister Lasha heard them talking and brought it here specially.

"..."

Seeing himself in the mirror like a gibbon, Mural instantly became expressionless.

"Ah! What should I do! As a craftsman, you can't cut off your fingers easily, even if they are connected perfectly, it will affect the feel of casting!"

Mural shook his head in distress.

"Hush! Don't disturb my study."

The white glutinous rice cake monster like a slime reprimanded dissatisfiedly.

It lifted the glasses transformed by its body with its small ball-like hands, frowned at A'Zhu and Mu Laer, and then continued the task of endorsement.

The Ciba monster bent down, picked up the white glutinous rice that had just been frightened off the ground, and dusted it off.

Then he swallowed it in one gulp.

That was part of its body.

Ten seconds later, the Ciba monster licked his lips... The knowledge was digested.

He grabbed a small ball of glutinous rice from his body and spread it evenly on the pages of the book.

"Aba, what are you doing?"

A'Zhu asked curiously, since the day before yesterday, he saw this white ball kept eating him.

"Endorsement." Ciba spread her small hands in a weird way.