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"A sharp mouth."

Tong Mo stood firmly on the roof of the car, even the strong wind couldn't shake him a bit.

Hanyu Mirai stood on the roof, 30 meters away from Tong Mo.

There was no preparation to continue running, and the muscles in his body were tense. It seemed that he had given up running and turned to fighting him.

Tong Mo guessed that Mirai Hanyu would never give up simply. Although he couldn't see the expression under Mirai Hanyu's mask clearly, he exuded a calm emotion all over his body—everything was ready.

It's really scary, it's hard to tell who has the initiative in his hands for a while.

Tong Mo, who has no human emotions, let out a feigned sigh.

He was able to escape from Lord Wu Mi's hands, and killed three Xiaxians in just a few months after his comeback.

As a result, they were scolded several times by Mr. Wu Mi, and when they were angry, they almost screwed the heads of the twelve ghosts off.

"If you continue to let you live, I will definitely suffer." Tong Mo took out a pair of golden fans, the fan was carved with exquisite lotus patterns, and the sharp edges would not make others doubt its power.

"Oh? Have I made you so afraid?" Hanyu Mirai asked.

Tong Mo was not angry at all, his eyebrows stretched, and he showed a carefree smile: "What do you think? Adults will be troubled and angry because of children's troubles, but they never take children seriously."

"Uh..." Although he was very angry and dissatisfied with this kind of remarks, he couldn't refute it.

With a swish, Tong Mo opened the opposite fan, and the two fans swished as he waved, "I am the leader of the Bliss Sect, and my name is Tong Mo—what's your name?"

All ages... Bliss Cult?

Mirai Hanyu's eyes widened slightly.

It's the cult organization Miss Reiko went to.

There is no yellow circle drawn on the map... Could it be that the intelligence agent who detected it died before detecting and handing over the information?

Hanyu Mirai's abrupt expression fluctuations were immediately subdued, "Does the legendary Uzumaki Ghost still need to form a cult to hide his inhuman identity?"

Tong Mo complained: "You kid is too poisonous. I am a legitimate organization."

He shook his head, very regretfully, with a look of [I really can't help you, let me explain once. ] expression, "Wanshi Bliss Cult is a happy organization, dissatisfaction with life, dissatisfaction with relatives, dissatisfaction with the world, all dissatisfaction can come to Wanshi Bliss Cult to resolve."

"Are you kidding, how can humans and ghosts co-exist...and you..." Hanyu Mirai carefully observed the powerful aura emanating from Tong Mo, the more ghosts that eat people, the stronger, Tong Mo's strength has surpassed that of Xia Xian Several times, "You have eaten at least tens of thousands of people to reach this strength!"

"It is my duty to live with the believers." Tong Mo's voice was strangely peaceful, with a happy expression on his face, "In order not to make the believers feel pain, so that they will not be afraid or uncomfortable, and they don't need to stop Tormented by everything in the world—so I ate them."

"Ah!?" Hanyu Mirai was dumbfounded, it was hard to imagine Tong Mo being so shameless.

"Do you take cannibalism as a relief!"

To describe his evil actions positively, how thick-skinned he is to say such fallacies.

"Their flesh and blood coexist with me, and they have obtained eternal happiness with me. I accept the feelings and flesh and blood of believers, give them salvation, and guide them to another height...this is happiness."

Where Tong Mo caressed his heart, the colorful eyes contained endless tenderness, "This is my duty."

I don't know what kind of prophecy to use to describe Hanyu's mood at this moment in the future. He has a complicated expression: "As a human being and as a ghost, your mentality has been distorted to an extremely terrifying place."

And believe it, put it into action.

Ghosts like this should be killed as soon as possible no matter what.

Tong Mo has already figured out human society thoroughly, and even the nearby villages and towns know the existence of the Bliss Cult. No matter how many people he eats, he will still have a legitimate reason to deceive others, and then continue to accept believers who come here for the name.

Strange accent, colorful eyes, seemingly kind and gentle face.

This kind of ghost is a hundred times more terrifying than the evil ghosts that hide and hunt in the dark.

Tong Mo was greatly shocked, he said: "You are too wicked, how can you say such a thing."

He closed his fans and shed hypocritical crocodile tears.

Hanyu Mirai knew very well that Tong Mo deliberately sold his flaws at this moment, but the opportunity was so good that he didn't want to let it go.

If you miss the first time, you don’t know if there will be a next time!

"Thunder's Breath·One Shape·Thunderbolt Flash!"

Mirai Hanyu's katana-drawing technique has been practiced with enthusiasm, and the drawing and slashing began almost at the same time.

He quickly crossed 30 meters, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Tong Mo's eyes, touching his neck.

"Keng!"

The sun wheel knife collided with the skin, and there was a crisp sound of steel hitting!

"It's so fast..." Tong Mo boasted vigorously, "I have seen many swordsmen who breathe Thunder Breath, and I have rarely met swordsmen with a speed like yours."

Hanyu gritted his teeth in the future, Tong Mo's neck was harder than Ling Yuzi's Liu Yun, relying only on his skin to resist his explosive blow.

"I'm coming."

Obviously in the midst of a battle, Tong Mo kindly reminded Hanyu of the future.

It was really humiliating, as if he was playing with him in the palm of his hand.

This guy!Don't pay attention to him at all!

Hanyu Mirai gritted his teeth, his self-esteem was humiliated, he casually threw it on the ground and trampled on it a few times.

"Blood Ghost Art: Weeping Snow in the Dry Garden."

Each time the golden pair of fans swung snow-white ice and snow, they slapped him directly in the face, a total of nine blows in a row.

The sudden coldness follows everywhere, invading from the sleeves, skirts, and exposed skin.The cold almost made his fingers stiff, unable to move flexibly.

Mirai Hanyu rushed out quickly, leaving Tong Mo's attack range.

Even so, the back of Hanyu Mirai's hand was still slightly frostbitten.

Tong Mo's attitude didn't seem to take him seriously, the level just now obviously didn't reach Tong Mo's maximum output.

It's like a cat catching a mouse, letting it go, and chasing and scratching it enthusiastically.It wasn't until the mouse was dying that the cat opened its mouth and ate the mouse boringly.

Hanyu doesn't want to think too much about it in the future, it's already a super-abyss-level difficulty for him to survive.

Hanyu Miku directly used the most powerful move that appeared in him.

"Thunder's Breath · Seven Shapes · Thunderfire Purgatory!"

Tong Mo stood there briskly, without moving. He watched Hanyu Mirai's movements curiously, and almost wrote interesting and interesting words on his eyes.

"Oh, is this a breathing method that has not been seen in the hands of other swordsmen? I remember I used it once when I was fighting with Hayami? Did you create it yourself?"

"Stop talking so much! Take it!"

Two-colored fire and thunder ignited in Hanyu Miku's Japanese sword. At this moment, the Japanese sword turned from a sword into a pen. The flames and lightning stayed in the air with Hanyu Miku's movement of swinging the Japanese sword, in an indestructible posture. Draw a prison.

His Sun Wheel Saber attacked Tong Mo.

Tong Mo smiled, as if planning to catch it head-on, to try its power.

In the next second, he waved the golden fan, and the ice crystals of the lotus flower fell, and at the same time as the nearest Hanyu Mirai's Japanese sword and the fan caught it, he breathed in a lot of ice crystals.

"Blood ghost art lotus leaf ice."

"Oh!" Hanyu Mirai exclaimed in pain.

Flame, thunder and lightning collide with lotus, ice and snow, sun wheel knife and fan.

Huge smoke erupted from the collision between many people, ice and snow spread everywhere, and flames and lightning shone among the white snow.

In the chaos, Hanyu Mirai's Japanese sword was knocked down, and the golden fan was deeply inserted into his abdomen.

The inhaled ice crystals seemed to froze his lungs, the airway hurt every time he touched it, the abdominal viscera were randomly stirred by the pair of fans, and blood flowed back from the throat.

It hurts.

It was hard to tell whether the internal organs were frozen by the ice crystals or the internal organs were crushed.

In short, the pain was so painful that the nerves were paralyzed, and I couldn't tell what was real pain.

Under the mask, Hanyu Mirai couldn't tolerate it, he spit out blood with a groan.

Blood flowed out from under the mask, and Hanyu Mirai's physical strength could no longer support him to continue to force his body, and he was forced to kneel down on the ground from top to bottom, and lay face down directly on the ground in the next second.

Tong Mo walked over as if nothing had happened, and his tone was always frivolous, "Are you okay? Are you in good health? Just borrowed two tricks and fell to the ground? Then I have been scolded by Master Wu Mi a hundred times in the past few years." Paused."

Mirai Hanyu did not respond.

"Hello, hello?" Tong Mo yelled a few times, but got no answer, "Did you just die like this?"

If it was a ghost, the injury would recover immediately.

Was he guessing too high?

Tong Mo thought.

Is Hanyu too weak, or am I overestimating Hanyu's future?

Tong Mo thought about it, and finally gave up on this question.He casually turned Hanyu Mirai's body to face up with the fan.

He was surprised to find that Hanyu Mirai's mask had been split into two pieces and turned into two pieces.

Hanyu Mirai's true face was revealed, a childish nine-year-old with a white face, delicate and cute.

He was breathing weakly, and the corners of his lips were still bleeding.If he continues to leave it alone, it probably won't take long, and Hanyu will die like this in the future without his own hands.

It's hard to imagine his vicious mouth and his fierce posture when he just held the knife.

"At first I thought it was a vicious little ghost, but it turned out to be not bad."

Tong Mo continued to poke the wound on Hanyu Mirai's abdomen with his fan without mercy, the wound that had been frozen into snow-white slowed down and stopped bleeding.

Hanyu Mirai underestimated Tong Mo's lethality. He hadn't fought Kazuru head-on yet, and everything was unknown, so he recklessly bumped into it.

Mirai Hanyu, who was destined to die head-on with Tong Mo's blow, survived under the guidance of a coincidence, or fate.

One sentence that Yoshiyuki Tomioka didn't say when he presented the mask happened to be the root cause of Hanyu Mirai's survival.

Sakonji Rinaki, the trainer of Breath of Water, and the mask he carved is also known as the disaster relief mask.

Although Yoshiyuki Tomioka's craftsmanship is not as good as that of Sakonji Rinaki, the masks he carved are basically the same.

To put it another way, the disaster relief mask saved Mirai Hanyu.

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200 bottles plus one more bang (hand rubbing), now 1690 bottles.

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My aunt has eased up now, and there will be more changes tomorrow.Anyway, my outline is very smooth (kimbo) I will return the Jiageng tomorrow...