Apocalyptic Forecast

According to reason, Huai Shi should raise her hands at this time and call me to find a lawyer. Before the lawyer comes, she will not say a word, and she will not say a word, until Xiao Huo comes over to Luming Pavilion to accuse you of the client who abused me. I want to appeal or something...

　　 The common plot should be like this.

　　 But the person who comes to the door now does not seem to invite him over for tea.

　　 instead, it seemed that he planned to seize this opportunity to fight to death.

　　 The paper lady who was completely deformed in an instant was still holding a toothbrush and a toothbrush cup, and an unhung phone was tucked around her neck. When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw a burly, mountain-like weird person.

　　 There is still a messy room.

　　 "Excuse me, what can I do?"

　　 He sighed helplessly: "If I offended you somewhere, just put it straight. Why bother to shovel back and forth in Lingtang's grave like this?"

　　 No one responded.

　　 Only among the flying dust, an iron rod that seemed to be more than one meter long was smashed to the weak and poor paper-loving lady!

　　 That is the "ten hands" with sharp edges and corners!

　　 Although the length is too exaggerated compared with the ordinary ten hands, the height and body shape of the person who match it makes people unable to feel any sense of disobedience.

　　 Whether it is called an iron ruler, or the Ryukyu Trident fork...Anyway, any weapon in the hands of such a giant will become a deadly weapon.

　　 is obviously a weapon to capture criminals to avoid harming their lives, but when they move, they ruthlessly shoot down at the deadly position!

　　 Amidst the loud noise, Huai Shi sighed and raised her eyes.

　　 looked down at the cup and toothbrush in his hand, and took a step to the right, which was able to dodge ten hands that could split the steel. Then, he stepped forward.

　　 The cup was raised, and the mouthwash was poured on the face of the visitor.

　　 It didn't look like he had a girlfriend. Huai Shi was so compassionate that he washed his face with a beautiful girl's mouthwash.

　　In a hurry, the giant man dressed as a monk suddenly bowed his head, and his hat blocked all the splashing water.

　　 But there is no time to lift the door.

　　 saw a toothbrush with toothpaste on it, and pierced it straight in the eye.

　　 Swift as thunder and lightning.

　　 In the screaming sound, it was already close at hand.

　　 In the end, it stopped abruptly.

　　 Hovering in front of the comer's eyes, Huaishi's tail finger flicked the toothbrush handle slightly, splashed a little toothpaste, and fell into his eyes.

　　 "Let's wash your eyes, my friend." Huaishi retracted her arm, raised her head and poured the last bit of water from the cup into her throat, and began to gargle with a grumble.

　　 The giant monk roared in rage.

　　 his complexion was livid.

　　 Literally, iron blue.

　　 Soon, the whole person seemed to have turned into indigo in anger, like a guardian in a temple statue, with all beards and hairs, bursting in his pockets, and red short hair spreading like fire.

　　 Yingzhou Genealogy Stigma·Qingfang Master!

　　 "Dare to resist the arrest?"

　　 Qingfang Master roared: "Then, there is no need to be merciful..."

　　 Huai poets are stupid.

　　 A sip of water in my mouth almost didn't come out.

　　 I have never seen such a peculiar way of thinking.

　　 You have to insist that you resist the arrest, but who is the one who is merciful? Is this what Yingzhou traditional performing arts, stand-up comedy? It's called rakugo, right?

　　 But then, there was an abnormal noise in the air.

　　The invisible force twisted into a thick rope, which instantly shrank inward, binding Huai Shi inside.

　　 Outside the door, the assaulted skinny sublimator raised his eye pupils, his raised palm pulled the elemental rope, and then the dazzling current shot up from the rope and flowed on Huaishi's body.

　　 numbness.

　　 "Remember, I am Shikanaru Kanakamachi Office, Tadao Mishima..."

　　 Qingfang master smiled and raised his hand, ten hands were held, the dark green pointed cone suddenly popped out of the heavy tail.

　　 In mid-air, his arms suddenly swelled by three points again, and the terrifying power burst out, breaking through the limit, and smashed down toward the skull with paper elements!

　　——Secret Instrument·Diamond Force!

　　 At that moment, Huai Shi looked down and sighed helplessly.

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"what?"

　　 Jiaoshan turned his head in amazement, glaring at the colleagues behind him: "The people at Luming Pavilion have passed by? When?"

　　 "Just now." Mao Ye replied.

　　 "As the Eight Dogs, do you let them make trouble!" Jiaoshan was furious, "This is the Satomi family! Where do you put the name and dignity of the Satomi family!"

　　 "Satamiya...Where can there be any Saramiya? Now it's just the meat on the plate of the prince and the samurai."

Mao Ye sneered, "Don't you understand, Jiaoshan? This so-called Imperial Kitchen Demon Trial is just cooking us like food... At this time, there are still people who will put the name of the eight dogs in their eyes. Huh?"

　　 He shook his head and sighed against the sullen Jiaoshan: "They are just dogs on the left and right. The employer is about to change. Let's learn to look at the atmosphere early, Master Jiaoshan."

　　 Jiaoshan's face was blue, and the veins of his hand on the handle of the knife burst.

　　 "The so-called samurai is just a horse and a cow under the master's door... Mao Ye, don't you want to think about why your new employer likes a dog that is stubborn?"

"Get out of here!"

　　 looked at him indifferently for the last time, Jiaoshan slammed into Mao Ye, who was blocking the road, and rushed to the courtyard where Huaizhi was.

　　 "It's too late, they've already passed by." Mao Ye mocked and shook his head: "But that lady with paper is really a beauty, Jiaoshan is so worried, and it is excusable..."

　　 Jiaoshan's footsteps paused, and he looked over with a gloomy look with a trace of pity.

　　 is like looking at a fool.

　　 "You haven't figured out yet, who are you going to worry about?"

　　 "Are you worried about the unfathomable abyss slayer, or the other dogs of your new owner?"

　　 Mao Ye was taken aback by those eyes.

　　 suddenly felt a little uneasy.

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　　 is like what Mao Ye said.

　　 By the time they arrived, it was too late.

　　 The entire courtyard is in a mess.

　　 Maki, who finally fell asleep and was awakened, was sitting in a chair, drinking tea from her shock, loud noises kept coming from the room behind her.

　　 "It's okay, Maki?" Jiaoshan bent down, held her shoulders, and finally heaved a sigh of relief after looking at it for a while.

　　 Mao Ye was already impatient: "Where is the paper? Where is the paper?"

　　 Maki raised his hand with a complicated expression, and pointed to the room, the dull loud noise became clearer.

　　 Jiao Shan and Mao Ye glanced at each other, their expressions getting more and more complicated.

　　 When I walked into the door, I heard a scream that became more and more screaming.

　　 "Don't fight, I was wrong about the murderer, I admit it, don't fight..."

　　 A burly giant man lying on the ground, knocking his head, screaming and crying: "Go around me, Miss Paper, I don't know anything..."

　　 Behind him, a thin sublimator half-dead was hung from the beam of the room, foaming at his mouth, already unconscious.

　　 "Did I tell you to stop? Go on!"

Huaizhi Suzi flew a kick on his forehead, and yelled: "Do you know why I am a silly critic? It's because I usually don't kowtow every day in the temple. Now I make up for it, one day less and one less. The amount is not enough. This is the end of fishing!"

　　 Then, Mao Ye saw that the elite in the middle school, the tough guy known as the master of the iron workshop, continued to bow his head again without frowning.

　　 Even after smashing the floor, he dashed his head in front of the broken steel bars and stones and couldn't stop the blood flow.

　　 silence.

　　 In the dead silence, there was only the constant roar of kowtow.

　　 Just after the loud noise, Huai Shi turned her head and smiled at Jiaoshan.

　　 "You are here just right, and the real murderer who killed the uncleanness was found! Weibo's name is Daidaixiao...cough cough, in any case, just get it as soon as possible."

　　 As he said, he also kicked the owner of Qingfang next to him: "Say, who is the wrong murderer?!"

"It's me! It's me!!!"

　　 Mishima Tadago cried and kowtowed: "Hurry up and take me away, I confess my guilt, I defy the law... I did it!"

　　 "……"

　　 The awkward silence came again.

　　 Jiaoshan and Mao Ye were stunned in place. Jiaoshan is because he has never seen such a fantasy scene before, and I don't know what happened. After seeing this fantasy scene, Mao Ye has already begun to think about what the new employer will put himself as a facilitator of all this...

　　For the current plan, there is only one way left.

　　 Mao Ye drew his knife subconsciously, his face grim: "You..."

　　嘭!

　　 A punch from behind, hit the back of the head.

　　 Mao Ye fainted on the spot.

　　 I don’t know if it was accidental or intentional.

　　 But that punch really made Huai Shi's eyes bright, the timing and strength were just right, just between the death of a single blow and Mao Ye's endurance limit.

"Sorry, this kind of guy is embarrassing, but after all, he is the retainer of the Satomi family... I hope to bear with him if he is rude." Jiaoshan retracted his fist and raised his hand to carry Maoye's collar~www.wuxiaspot .com~ Throw him out.

　　 "If you think about it carefully, you seem to be impolite from the beginning, don't you consider having a belly cut?"

　　 Huaishi squeezed his chin for a moment, and suddenly remembered: "I'm sorry, although there are rare guests coming to the door, but here is a bit messy, it has not been cleaned up, please wait for me at the door, I will make tea for you..."

　　 "Tea is unnecessary."

　　 Jiaoshan glanced indifferently at the two undecent guys at the feet of Huai Shi, "However, what I care more about is, what did you do?"

　　 "Done what a good-hearted person should do,"

　　 Huai Shi shrugged, fingers spread out, and the wisps of ash fell from the fingertips: "Look, sometimes, if you want people to recognize reality, it only takes a nightmare."

　　 "……"

　　 Jiaoshan didn't speak, his brows gradually frowned.

　　 I don’t know what to do.

　　Whether to take this madman on the spot or pretend that nothing happened... But no matter what, Luming Pavilion will probably not let it go.

　　 Just as he was pondering, the phone in his arms suddenly rang.

　　 After connecting, his complexion changed slightly, and soon he hung up.

　　 "Miss Huaizhi, Master Inue would you like me."