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Yoshiyuki Tomioka felt that he was really unlucky tonight.

It’s okay to be tied up by the swordsman while chatting earlier, after all, it’s tied by the swordsman and it doesn’t hurt, so it’s okay.

And it was done in order to sneak into the ghost side as Infernal Affairs.

But what happened to Shang Xianyi who came to save him later?

Obviously, it was his own strongest and most talented talent who spoke just now, and his whole body exuded a kind of yearning and admiration.

And even though he said "you two are the same" in his mouth, he always revealed the signal of "how is it? Are you amazing? Don't think about it, you are not worthy".

He spoke as if the person named Ji Guoyuanyi was him.

But apparently not?

How could anyone boast so much about himself?

So since it is not, isn't it worship and envy?

I secretly buried my small thoughts, and didn't let anyone tell them. When I said it, I got angry, and when I got angry, I drew my sword to learn from each other. Although I didn't make a real move, it still hurts my hand when I was hit hard by the knife.

So duplicity...

"You must be hated often."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki's water knife struggled to block the heavy Japanese knife of the black-haired man in front of him, seeing his angry look, he tried his best to take the opportunity to speak: "This is not acceptable."

"If you have something to say, you must speak directly, otherwise you will not be able to speak until the other party really leaves."

However, this sentence completely angered Hei Simou.

Heishimou clenched the Rilun Saber tightly, and the half bamboo flute that could still be felt in his arms seemed to be mocking something, and the anger in his eyes became more and more serious.

Are you kidding me?

You little brat who doesn't understand anything, what are you talking nonsense about?

To that Enichi who died long ago——

He has nothing to say!

Heishimou turned the Rilun Saber backhand, and put his strength in his arms to raise the saber in Tomioka Yoshiyong's hand.

But strangely, the water knife was not swung away as Hei Simou expected.

The water knife still held in Tomioka Yoshiyuki's hand flowed on the surface as if it had come to life, embedding the blade of Heishimu in the water knife.

Heishimu's pupils opened slightly, and there was a slight delay for a second, but he quickly reacted and swung his sword skills.

[Breath of the Moon·One Shape·Dark Moon·Night Palace! ]

The crescent moon appeared from the tip of the opponent's knife like a sharp blade. The good discussion turned into a real one, and Yoshiyuki Tomioka suddenly looked dumbfounded.

He had no choice but to let go of the water knife and slammed back to dodge his attack, but his arm was still scratched.

The water knife cut off by the crescent moon shattered into spray in the air, and then dissipated.

It's horrible.

There was a hint of shock in Tomioka Yoshiyuki's eyes as he looked at Heishimu.

How did he hit me?

Am I not a companion!

Knowing that I can't beat it, why go so far? !

"what have you done."

Hei Si Mou opened his mouth in a shockingly cold voice at Tomioka Yoshioka's words, and the sun wheel knife in his hand drew a white mark in the air.

"Swallowing the Sun Wheel Knife, is it a blood ghost technique?"

"I just wanted to ask." Tomioka Yoshiyuki held his injured arm, his tone was depressed, as if he wanted to complain to someone: "Why did you hit me?"

It was clear that it was still a sparring just now, and he was angry for no reason, why?

"The last swordsman doesn't talk about martial arts."

"..."

Jiguo·Warring States One of the Ceiling Swordsmen·Yansheng·上一·Hei Si Mou's eyes were dead, and he swallowed back the words he was about to ask if he was Zhu Zhu before his death.

Impossible, how could such a person be Zhu!

But Yiyong obviously didn't have time to understand Heishimou's mood at this time, he just looked at his injured arm and felt how pitiful he was.

He had never been beaten by the swordsman's side, so this last one was too vicious.

"Oh~"

Just as he was speaking, another unusual voice sounded from one side, Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked away from his injured arm and looked at the place where the voice came from.

A white oak-colored young man suddenly appeared in his sight, his colorful eyes were like a rainbow after rain, and his shining pupils looked at him curiously.

At the same time, there was also a pink-haired man, a pair of ghosts with the same aura who should be brother and sister, and a timid old man.

And they have common characteristics.

Twelve Ghost Moons, the ghosts of winding strings.

"Did you just compete with Your Excellency Hei Si Mou?"

Tong Mo, who was looking at each other, was full of interest in his eyes, and then his glazed eyes smiled harmlessly:

"You are so powerful, even I can't win against Your Excellency Hei Si Mou."

"Hey, you must have lost too. If you become a ghost after me but become one of the tops, I will be ashamed and commit seppuku!"

"Child mill."

Black Death Mou interrupted him coldly.

He glanced at Tong Mo indifferently, as the previous one, the strongest existence in Twelve Ghost Moon would naturally feel offended by his words.

But Tong Mo, who was still dancing, just tilted his head when he felt his eyes, and suddenly laughed again.

"It's okay! Your Excellency Hei Si Mou is worried about me committing seppuku, I won't if you are alive!"

What he said was very natural and happy, and it was obvious that he was really happy on his face.

"..." It feels like today's luck is extremely unsatisfactory, and the low pressure on Heishimu's body is a little bit more.

"I'm not worried about you."

"Hey! Your Excellency Hei Si Mou is really duplicity!"

Hei Si Mou: "..."

On the side, Tomioka Yoshiyuki, he glanced at Hei Si Mou, who was obviously in a worse mood, and Tong Mo, who was chattering non-stop and moved himself, with a trace of weirdness on his face.

Can this person not read the air?

Didn't he notice that one of the winders had started to get angry?

"idiot."

Another voice came over as if echoing Giyuu's thoughts.

The pink-haired Twelve Ghost Moon leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and cast a cold glance at Tong Mo who was talking endlessly, his whole body exuded disgust for Tong Mo.

But after Yiwoza looked away, he nodded symbolically at Tomioka Yoshiyuki, which was similar to greeting, so Tomioka Yoshiyuki guessed that the other party would be easy to get along with.

"Tongmo, the second of the strings, and the third Yiwozuo of the strings, the four half-tengus of the strings, and the brothers and sisters of the six prostitutes, Taro and Yuji."

Hei Si Mou, who had been in a state of low air pressure next to him, made another sound.

In contrast, he is more willing to talk to Tomioka Yoshiyuki in front of him.

He put aside the unhappiness just now, and returned to the topic to give Yiyong a task.

"Tomioka Yoshiyuki...now there is no upper string, so...if you don't want to be killed by me, you must become the upper string."

"Go beat the half-day dog ​​and become the fourth of the wind."

There was a hint of order in Hei Si Mou Chihong's eyes, and the discussion just now made him think that the other party might have this strength.

As the former patriarch of the country, he had a different responsibility facing Tomioka Giyuu who was the same as himself in front of him.

"Even if the swordsman is in the twelve ghost months, he will crush others for me."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki nodded half-understanding, the scratched wound on his hand has healed up in a while.

"Mr. Miserable."

Just as she was talking, Naruto, who had been on standby, spoke.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki came back to his senses, he looked up when he heard the voice, and noticed the young man standing upside down on top of his head.

The young man is wearing a shirt and has a very fashionable hairstyle. He is fiddling with test tubes and plastic droppers in his hands. He doesn't look like a ghost who has lived for more than 1000 years.

It's Mr. Tsukihiko.

In other words, it is the King of Ghosts—Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi.