Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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If I can take back the above, then I must add—I was wrong, the fifth day meeting in Qingguang, California was not the most luxurious, but the fifth day meeting of Hachisuka Kotoru... was.

Taidao wore a Hachisuka Toronai uniform embroidered with gold thread, looking extremely noble, he leaned against the resplendent pillar at the door, his long purple wig bangs covered his eyes.

The jungler's heart is far less calm than the surface.

Damn, I thought that my master had only one Yamabakiri Nagayoshi outside, but I didn't expect that there were a bunch of knives behind her!

From Zhengtai to uncle, there are all types!There are even a few, which make the jungler who thinks he looks good feel a sense of crisis.

To paraphrase that classic line is—why, why is this happening?Obviously it was me first, was it me who came first?

Lord Qingtu's face hasn't been revealed yet!He didn't even say a word, why did he summon so many knives?If she showed her face...wouldn't there be so many swords and swords that she would steal the title of "God of Forging"?

Recalling the embarrassing meeting at a large Baixue scene when we first met, the jungler still can't help but sigh in his heart.

It is out of date to have the feeling of "I am the only one of the master".

Thinking of this, the jungler got up from the pillar he leaned on, pressed his bangs with his hands, covered his eyes without colored contact lenses, and entered the venue with his head down.

No, no, no, he wouldn't intentionally disrupt the meeting on the fifth day of junior high school because of jealousy or something.

perhaps.

…………

After signing in, the jungler entered the venue. Immediately afterwards, he smartly sat in the corner of the venue, trying to restrain his presence. After all, no matter how good the quality of the wig is, no matter how advanced the makeup skills are, he is not Hachisuka Toru , so it is better to have less contact.

However, someone happened to take the initiative to approach him.

"As a genuine product of Huche, sitting alone in a corner, doesn't it seem a little sluggish?"

A polarized Hachisu Kahutoru walked up to the jungler and reached out to him with concern.

As polarized swords, they are obliged to lend a helping hand to their unpolarized selves. This is their unshirkable obligation.

Of course, the jungler at this moment is very ungrateful.

"Yes... genuine product."

He used to be an authentic sword of the Genji family, ah...Of course, that was all in the past.

The jungler stretched out his index finger and scratched his hair subconsciously, revealing that he was not even aware of his irritability in his movements, and the haughty tone of Hachisu, Hehuche, and others always vaguely revealed that they were genuine products. arrogant.

"How long will it be over?" the jungler asked.

He kind of didn't want to stay any longer.

When Lord Qingtu showed his real body before, he would never mention Onikiri and Kagemaru in front of him.The same goes for Tamamo-sama, he wouldn't even compare him to his previous weapon "Snow Walk".

They would only tell him over and over again that the jungler is a unique sword, a masterpiece forged by the God of Blacksmithing, and it is their honor to obtain him.

"As a genuine product of Huche, I don't even have this bit of patience...it's impossible." A bee mustache He Huche sat down next to the jungler and joked casually.

"Do you have a fake Toru in your honmaru?" he asked.

This question, the jungler was asked by Xiaohumaru and California Kiyomitsu, so even if Qingtu forged Chosoni Kotoru, he shook his head firmly.

"No."

"That's good...while that guy isn't here, you can still breathe the fresh air in this pill without fakes."

Hachisu and He Huche answered the words sharply, and the jungler was stunned for a moment. He had seen someone who could be angry, but he had never seen someone who could be angry like this.

Speaking of which, what kind of attitude does Keimaru have towards Onikiri? In the eyes of Kemaru, he and that monster...who is the real one?

After all, he was not the jungler who cut off Ibaraki Doji's arm.

He sighed and spoke.

"That's right, senior, but..." There was a hint of emotion in the jungler's voice, and he couldn't express his own emotions.

"I always verbally emphasize my status as a genuine product, don't you think it's too superficial?"

Hachisu, He Huche suddenly turned his head, and stared seriously at the side face of the jungler who was still bowing his head, "What do you mean?"

"If the genuine product is stronger than the fake, countless times stronger, making the fake stand behind...then the fake will naturally become a laughing stock."

If the fake is better than the real one, then it will really make people laugh out loud if they insist on being ridiculous.

It's a pity that Hachisu Ka Hotoru doesn't have this kind of awareness at present...Of course, even if there is, it will be very difficult to achieve this. After all, the fake chief Zeng Ni Hutoru is not dead, and he is still working hard.

Hachisu He Huche frowned: "What do you mean?"

Well, speaking of the jungler's tone just now, it seemed to be finding fault. It was really... accidentally exposed. The jungler apologized for two seconds in his heart, and then began to think about it. Then, he answered like this.

"So... we must pay close attention to educating Urashima Torutsu."

"As the teenager with the most potential, he has more room to grow, comparing all the fakes... What do you think?"

The jungler wanted to talk nonsense at first, but he didn't expect that the more he said it, the more he felt that it made some sense, so he couldn't help but say more.

"So if there is Urashima Toruru in this pill, please make sure not to delay his talent."

What the jungler said was so swearing that he almost believed it himself. Then, he paused and added such a sentence.

"Don't you think Urashima Tororu...is more and more similar to Nagsone Tororu?"

One word wins!

And Fengxu He Huche was struck by lightning. He was completely stunned by the jungler. He was stunned for five or six seconds, and then murmured, "You are right..."

"The bearing of being a genuine product must be cultivated from an early age!"

Through the long bangs, the jungler saw a beam of light suddenly burst out from Hachisuka Kotoru's pupils.

good, very good.

The jungler stood up and patted the shoulder of Hachisuka Kotoru who was full of fighting spirit, "Okay, is there anything important to do in the next meeting?"

Hachisuka Kotoru, who was immersed in thinking about how to train Urashima Kotoru, was suddenly interrupted, and he replied subconsciously, "Oh, no... then we can leave after the banquet."

Okay, he's relieved now.

The jungler who completed the task breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll go to the bathroom." Immediately afterwards, he walked towards the door, ready to find a way to leave the scene.

This hotel has three floors, and the conference hall is on the top floor. That is to say, on the second floor, it has nothing to do with Hachisuka Toru and the others.

Hiding in the toilet on the second floor, the jungler took off his inner fan suit, and put it in the backpack when he was rounded up. Then, he took off the purple wig on his head, revealing his original face.

A face exactly like Onikiri's.

It's like comparing Onikiri to a wax figure, except for the hair color, there is no difference.

The jungler who took off his camouflage and carried his bag walked out of the venue openly, looking like an ordinary god judge... Of course, it was the kind of god judge with excellent looks.

Because he had to wear a wig before, his milky white hair was tied into a ball head, which made Taidao look a little more lazy, and after taking off Hachisuka Kotoru's inner suit, he only had He bought a work vest and matching pants that Qingtu brought him from Wanwu's modern store.

The back view of the tooling fully reveals Taidao's strong arms. Although he is thin, he has obvious muscle lines.

As soon as he appeared on the streets of Wanwu, he immediately attracted the attention of many people and swords——

After all, it's not that there are no god judges who can compete with Fu Sangshen in a good-looking way, but they are too rare.

Tanno lowered his head and walked forward without looking sideways. At this moment, in the small grocery store next to him, a swordsman who was out shopping in other Honmaru suddenly felt something and raised his head.

"What's wrong, Anika—"

Keimaru was still looking down at the items on display in the cabinet, but as a younger brother, he immediately noticed the abnormality of Mustache.

That's right, the two of them are the sword men registered by the Tokino Government/Government-Genji Shigeho, Hikiri and Kagemaru.

Higakiri didn't answer Kemaru's question, he put down the things in his hand, then hurriedly pushed aside the struggling customers in the store, and rushed straight to the door.

Then, he looked at the back of the jungler with a solemn and serious expression.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry—please let me go." With some difficulty, Kagemaru squeezed out of the shop full of customers. He was not as weak as the mustache just now. to Aniajia's side.

Then, I saw the two people who were staring at each other.

His Anijia mustache frowned tightly, although he didn't move much, but according to his understanding, mustache had already put on a defensive action.

Following his gaze, Kagemaru... met the jungler's eyes in the distance.

——Eh, this is it?

Keimaru's eyes froze for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes wide as if he had seen something unbelievable.

This is Higiri, this is his Anika, Hikiri!

After feeling the scorching gaze from behind, the jungler turned his head in doubt... and immediately met Hikiri's gaze.

That is, the original appearance of him.

For a moment, as if his sight had been scalded, the jungler turned his head in embarrassment, he was a little flustered, and then he quickened his pace and left the spot... He didn't even dare to look at the knee pill.

"Wait, wait a minute—"

Kagemaru stepped forward and was about to chase after him, but suddenly felt the collar of his back tighten, and was pulled back by Hidekiri.

"Don't chase."

Mustache looked at the back of the jungler who was running away slightly, his face sank like water.

Kagemaru was still a little confused, "What's the matter with this guy, is it an imitation of Anijia? Or—"

Kagemaru didn't say any more.

"It's okay..." Mustache felt a little jealous, "Probably another moth of the Government of Time/Government, this is beyond our control."

#No matter, when the government/government comes out to take the blame#

#I found that the pot on my back was missing a mouthful, Yuan Laiguang cried out excitedly#

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Yan Mo Palace, side hall.

The terminal placed on the table received a signal that broke through layers of planes and rang.

It's really not easy, in order to live up to its efforts, Qingtu chose to pick it up in seconds.

It's the jungler's number, but the other side didn't speak.

As expected of his own knife, he even imitated his style of making phone calls so vividly - of course, this could also be a distress call after Hachisu Hehuche dismantled it.

No way... She thinks the wild outfit looks pretty similar?

She didn't make a sound, and quietly listened to the breathing on the other side of the terminal. After a while, the other side finally spoke.

"Master... can you speak?"

She is usually gentle and soft-spoken Tai Dao, with a grievance in her tone, "I want to hear your voice..."

Her hand holding the phone suddenly trembled.

The author has something to say: In fact, the jungler is just a kid in his early 100s