Comprehensive comic: The sap-leveled Paladin

The material of ancient linen clothes was mainly cloth clothes woven from ramie fibers.

Clothes made of this material will look airtight when worn in winter, and have always been favored by the common people.

But when it comes to comfort, it's hard to put it into words.

July tugged hard at the sleeves of his shirt, the rough texture, as if there were caterpillars crawling on it, and the stinging sensation from time to time made him uncomfortable.

And Mai's hand is rough, and when I touch it, I always feel like something is on my hands.

Fortunately, it was a long-sleeved cotton jacket underneath, otherwise I would have been ready to warm myself with holy light in July.

Maybe he noticed that July's face was wrong, and the gangster who was still wearing clothes, for fear that he would also be pickpocketed, with a flattering smile on his face

, "Big brother, this is mine" July looked at the money bag that arrived, and nodded, can be a little brother, or a little eyesight "Where is there an inn here

" "Big brother, walk a few dozen steps to the east, you report our name, the other party will never dare to take your money

" "Tsk, am I that kind of person?" You're slandering me" July took out the wooden stick that he had originally put away, judging from the other party's words, this kind of fish and meat country has not been done less.

"Wait big brother, I didn't mean that" The thug looked at the approaching July, his face was frightened, and the number one was knocked out by a stick just now.

It's not enough to knock people out, but also to pull people naked, wait, you said that I just pulled it, so didn't I make a compromise.

"What do you mean, do you mean that I wronged you

" "No, no, I"

Bang -

for this kind of hierarchical suppression, July knocked the other party unconscious with a stick, and then threw it with his good brother.

When he entered this alley, July was not ready to let go of these two people, there was no need to kill people, but it was still necessary to endure hardships.

As for accidentally freezing to death, it depends on personal creation, and for this kind of person, July thinks that there is no need to sympathize.

Just like the sentence I saw on the Internet in my previous life, this world is too bad for good people and too good for bad people.

If July was really an unarmed person, he might not know what would happen when he was taken to the alley, so he did it without any psychological pressure.

Get out of the alley.

A faint glance swept over, July turned to look at the old man just now, the other party had kindness, but the two were not familiar with each other, and they could have a reminder that they were already considered good people, so July still smiled politely.

The old man looked at July in surprise, and there was no sound of fighting in the alley, so this was a payment.

However, when he saw the bag in July's hand, he quickly realized it, looked away in a panic, and hurriedly retreated to his home.

Looking at the closed door, the corners of July's upturned mouth stiffened, a little speechless, is he so terrible?

Obviously, we are so sunny.

However, it can also be understood that the asymmetry in strength will always give people some pressure, whether the other party is good or malicious, the weak always have to think more, and others don't need a reason to beat you.

He flipped his money bag and walked west.

I found a hotel casually, and July, who didn't understand purchasing power very well, grabbed a handful of coins directly, anyway, it wasn't my own money, and there was no pressure to spend it, and I was even a little used to it.

However, judging from the swaying fat face of the innkeeper, it should have been a lot more, and she was politely taken to the residence.

Lying on the bed, Qiyue's eyes narrowed slightly, judging from the strength of those gangsters just now, the lower limit of this world is no different from the comprehensive world, it is the level of ordinary people, and there are no special abilities, and even Pokémon Zhiye's resistance to beating is not comparable.

There are a lot of ordinary people + ancient, and these two points can rule out a lot of pre-options.

Neon ancient anime, July is rarely watched, only know an Inuyasha, and then Onmyoji Harumi, oh, by the way, there is also a Demon Slayer Blade.

If it's the Demon Slayer Blade, it's a bit of a fuck, that world doesn't have a good power system at all, and secondly, if the breathing method wants to explode, you have to burn your life, and the difficulty and upper limit of the increase are much worse than Su Qing.

If there were no blood ghost arts, a proper low-martial world would not be of much value.

If there is anything good, it is to be able to make up for his lack of temperament, as well as some combat experience.

...

As night falls, the moonlight shines on the silent streets.

At this time, the neon has already connected with the west, but this town in the corner of Tokyo is clearly not one of those bustling areas, and before 7 o'clock, there are no pedestrians on the road, only the faint candlelight in the houses proves that the city is resting.

Generally, there is no situation, and no one will choose to go to the streets at this time.

But there will always be accidents in life, and there will be situations where you need to go out at night.

Keiko Yamamoto gasped, but her delicate and soft face was unusually pale, her jet-black hair was tied back haphazardly, and her face was full of exhaustion and anxiety.

Her sackcloth was a little whitish, but clean, and she was holding a child tightly in her arms.

The baby, who was about seven or eight years old, lay limply in his mother's arms, his face was flushed, his little body trembled slightly, and he moaned weakly from time to time.

Keiko brushed her messy hair behind her ear, her steps were a little faster, and her right hand was gently patting on the swaddling clothes, hoping that this would ease the child's pain.

However, this did not hide the anxiety and worry in her eyes, her child had a fever, and the condition was very serious, and she needed to go to the doctor immediately, and if you walked closer, you had to go through this long alley.

There

was a crisp sound in front of her, and Keiko's body trembled, holding the child tightly, and her steps slowed down a little.

What is it?

Keiko timidly leaned against the wall and walked slowly forward, waiting for the approaching voice.

As

the voice approached, Keiko heard the sound of clogs, which made her breathe a sigh of relief, but the thought of where she was now lifted her heart again.

There are a few streets in every place that hide dirt and dirt, and although the flower street of Kamitoriyama is some distance from here, Keiko, who has only been here for three months, does not know the bottom of this alley.

Only when passing by during the day, looking at this deep and long alley, there is a natural sense of repulsion, just like when I was in Yoshiwara Flower Street.

But....

Keiko bit her lip and tried not to think about the bad things.

A swaying figure appeared in the darkness, and the other party exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and Keiko could smell the familiar and pungent smell from afar.

The other man staggered, muttering to himself, and carrying a half-empty flask in his hand.

Keiko's heart tightened, but her face didn't show it, and she kept telling herself to stay calm, and if the other party pestered her, she would hit him on the head with a rock from the ground, even if it might kill her.

"Hey! Let's have a drink together

" "Get out! Get out of here," Keiko shouted abruptly, raising her voice.

Perhaps completely drunk, the drunkard nodded and muttered, "Okay, let's have a drink together another day." Then he staggered away.

Keiko relaxed her body, leaning against the wall, she felt a little weak in her legs.

Momentum enough to scare off the people who come to make trouble, this is what the sisters of Flower Street taught themselves, but it was the first time she did this, so her reaction just now was a little too much, as if it was intentional.

But fortunately, the result was good, and the other party was not entangled.

As Keiko's figure disappeared into the darkness of the alley, a pair of scarlet eyes emerged from under the eaves on the side, looking with interest at the drunkard who was talking to a stone not far away.