Demon Hunter and His Hut

Remember for a second【】

At the beginning of the contact, this Yatagara Jianjiao gave people a very cold feeling, but as the communication deepened, Roger found that the character in this guy's bones might not be what he showed.

Roger didn't talk to him, but silently walked into the room with Yukiko.

The room is not big, and of course there is only one bed. In fact, it is almost unnecessary for practitioners to rest for a short time, but after hearing what Yatagara Jianjiao just said, Yukiko became a little uneasy.

She paced back and forth on the ground, the spiritual power around her vibrated, and a voice drilled directly into Roger's ears.

"That guy eavesdropped on our conversation just now. His level is too much beyond ours. It is indeed possible."

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Xuezi suddenly walked up to Roger, "Do you want us to make some noise..."

"movement?!"

Roger glanced at Yukiko.

"What are you talking about?"

"What else could it be, the one on TV."

Roger's mouth twitched. To be honest, he really wanted to see how the so-called movement of the girl in front of him was made.

Experimenting or just tricking it out?

Whoops, whatever...

Throwing this dark thought out of his mind, Roger smiled and shook his head.

"It's not necessary. Since he found it but didn't say it, it's enough to show a lot of things."

"The real relationship between us is not so important anymore. The most important thing is the kindness he showed, which means that your grandpa's guess is right."

"Things must have changed a lot, and I don't think it will be long before we know the answer."

Xuezi murmured a few words, this girl is really a showman, and how many illogical TV did she watch before she came up with similar thoughts?

Roger did not go to bed, but found a chair and sat down. The surroundings were silent. Although he wanted to check the situation around him, he did not act rashly at this time.

After calculating the time, according to Roger's guess, someone should find them after dawn,

But as time passed, there was no sound coming from the surroundings, and even the light outside was always dim.

It wasn't until a long time later that Yatagaka Jianjiao's voice came from outside, "Come with me, my father wants to see you."

The wooden door in front of him suddenly opened, and Roger saw the thin young man standing in front of the door, with long black hair and a shawl, with a grim face. At this time, he had taken off the crow mask on his face, revealing his true colors.

Unexpectedly, Yatatake Kenkaku looks much younger than Roger imagined, his face is pale, and his pupils are not the ice white he had seen before, but as dark as his hair.

Obviously, the previous pupil color was entirely due to the mask he wore before.

To be honest, there is a big gap between the appearance of Yatagara Jianjiao and his arrogant image before, even if his face is cold, it will make people mistakenly think that he is an ordinary teenager.

Yes, in Yatagara Jianjiao, Roger saw a very strong youthful spirit.

Sharp and vigorous but slightly immature.

Roger turned his head and found that Xuezi was still sitting on the edge of the bed thoughtfully, muttering words, but he didn't seem to notice any changes at the door.

"What's up with her?"

Roger asked.

"Let's go, father wants to see you."

"Only you and Mr. Morita." Yatagara Kenkaku replied.

Roger nodded thoughtfully. He looked back and saw Morita Dohiro in the darkness.

Morita Dohiro's eyes flickered with vague joy, and he seemed to know something in advance.

In the dark, Roger raised his head. According to his inference, the sun should have been shining outside at this time.

But now the moon is hanging high.

Yatakan Kokaku smiled.

"Don't worry about this, you'll get used to it after staying for a long time."

Roger did not say a word, and followed silently.

Obviously, the location of the Yatajia Jianlu is obviously unusual.

Roger and Morita Michibo walked side by side, and the latter gave him a reassuring wink.

To be honest, the environment here does not affect Roger's vision.

The solitary peak snow scene, the bright moon swaying, this kind of environment is more in line with Roger's inherent impression of Jianhu. Along the way, they strangely did not see any guards and swordsmen warriors.

The surrounding silence was terrifying, and the cold wind could be felt at first, but as the three of them advanced, the distance to the mountain was getting closer and closer.

Gradually, the cold wind disappeared, and so did the flying snow. Roger turned his head by chance, and found that the footprints the three had walked, the footprints originally clearly printed on the snow had completely disappeared.

He watched helplessly as the footprints he stepped on gradually returned to normal, the surrounding mountains and cliffs, the building bricks and tiles hidden in the darkness, everything, both near and far.

It seems to be real, and it seems to be just an illusion.

"What a weird place."

Thinking about it, Roger can't even remember the route he walked and the sights he saw.

His heart was slightly stunned, he had a deeper impression of the Yatagara family, and he was looking forward to the sword master he had never met before.

A little light appeared in the distance, not an ordinary flame, but a ghost head floating in the air, emitting a faint blue light.

The thing had two horns on its head, with a hideous face, and the flames around the head burned quietly, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Roger notes

^0^ Remember one second【】

After crossing a gate, the expression of Yatagara Jianjiao who was walking in front changed slightly, and the whole person became a lot more serious.

Going all the way up the steps, the three finally came to the door of an attic.

"Father, here they come."

Yatagara Jianjiao opened his mouth and said in a low and steady voice.

"Wow!"

The wooden door was opened, and everyone walked in. There was no obvious light source in the room, but the surroundings were not dim. There was a low table in the deepest part of the door. Behind the table, an old man put his right hand on his knee, He looked in the direction of the door.

It was an old and thin figure.

He was wearing a moon-white robe. Through the overlapping plackets, he could see his thin chest. His slightly long hair was tied in a bun at the back of his head, and the wide hem lay on the ground.

Even if everyone walked into the room, it didn't seem to attract any attention from him.

There was a plate of dried fish on the table next to a wine jug, but there was no scent of wine in the air.

The man looked extremely old. Maybe he was extremely burly when he was young, but after aging, he didn't have the extra muscle fat to support the oversized skeleton, which made him look thinner and weaker.

"Could this be the founder of the Yatako family, the rumored Jackdaw Sword Master?!"

In any case, Roger couldn't connect this old man who was about to die, and the sword master who represented the peak of unparalleled combat power.

Because he looked too ordinary and too weak.

This is different from Green who once faced disguise. Although Green looked old at that time, he could still feel the powerful strength under his thin body.

But this person in front of me...

"Father." Yatagara Jianjiao said respectfully.

"Go down."

"Yes."

From the beginning to the end, the old man in front of him didn't even look at Yatagaka Jianjiao.

Footsteps came from behind, followed by the sound of the wooden door being closed.

As early as when he came in, Roger looked at the surrounding environment. It was simple and simple, and even a bit shabby in a sense.

"sit."

The old man waved his hand.

There were tables of the same size on the left and right sides of his low table, Morita Dohiro gave Roger a wink, and the two sat down one by one.

The dishes on the table were shabby, the same size dried salted fish and wine bottles.

"Are you disappointed?"

The Jackdaw Sword Master chuckled. Unexpectedly, although the Jackdaw Sword Master was thin, his voice was exceptionally loud.

His hearty laughter spread throughout the room, sharpness in his pale eyeballs.

"Time is a wonderful thing. It can make all the strong disappear, but at the same time, it can make the weak grow enough to tear the sky."

It seems that he is just talking to himself, and he does not need his own opinions to be recognized or dealt with by Roger or Morita Michihiro.

"Morita, your direction is correct. Regarding the container and some changes in casting ideas, to be honest, your strength is far worse than others, but you are worthy of any admiration in casting."

The Jackdaw Sword Master looked at Morita Daobuo, "I'm very interested in what you say, join me, except for freedom, I can promise you anything you want!"

Morita Dobhi bowed his head, in fact freedom was the only thing he wanted, but at this time he couldn't say a word.

Because the price of rejection is too great.

Although he didn't speak, his actions had already shown his intentions, and bowing his head meant approval and obedience.

"As for you."

The Jackdaw Sword Master turned his head and glanced at Roger, and that glance almost made Roger see through. At this moment, Roger was extremely fortunate, fortunate that the pale blood had been burnt out in the previous battle.

Otherwise, he is really not sure that he can hide from the old man who is about to die.

"Jianjiao said that your strength is good. Although you are Morita's grandson-in-law, you are either a sword or a hand holding a sword here."

"Do things for Jianjiao, it's time for him to touch something."

To be honest, since entering this room, after observing the so-called Jackdaw Sword Master up close, I felt the strength of the opponent's body.

The old man who was so close but extremely weak.

It's weird, but Roger didn't have the slightest thought to do it.

It was only then that he realized.

Facing this old man, his fighting spirit seemed to vanish.

Not fear, nor cowardice, but simply Roger's body seemed to have given up any idea of ​​resistance.

This is the first time.

Roger felt from a person what it means to be a soldier without a fight.

Are all sword masters so scary?

Of course he wouldn't be naive enough to think that this old and weak guy was really as weak as he looked.

If you think that way, you're either stupid or dead.

It can only be said that the strength of the Jackdaw Sword Master has exceeded his imagination. After realizing this reality, Roger not only did not get discouraged, but he had infinite pride in his heart.

I believe that it will not take long for him to reach and surpass the person in front of him!

"Well, good fighting spirit."

The old voice came, and the Jackdaw Sword Master smiled, "Although the spiritual power in your body is a mess, you are one of the few guys who can face me and have a fighting spirit."

^0^ Remember one second【】

Roger didn't speak, and a doubt arose in his heart. The relationship between him and Yukiko was obviously fabricated, which Yatakanaka was obviously clear.

But why did he...?

Before Roger could sort out his thoughts, he saw the old man sitting on the side lift the wine glass on the table.

Roger lowered his head, he saw a swirl strangely appeared in the empty cup placed on the table, and then a black liquid emerged from the bottom of the cup.

From least to most, fill the whole cup.

"Drink this glass of wine, and you are the people of Jianlu."

There was a flash of struggle in Morita Dobhi's eyes, but he still raised his head and drank the wine in the glass without hesitation, and Roger didn't hesitate, he opened his mouth and poured all the liquid in the glass into his mouth.

Roger didn't know whether it was an ordinary glass of wine or another mystery, but he didn't want to try it himself. The liquid in the glass didn't enter his mouth at all, but went to another place along the shadow.

At the same time, when penetrating the shadow world, Roger strangely noticed a trace of anomaly.

That special fluctuation comes from the surrounding environment, from the old man in front of him.

"shadow?"

There was no change in Roger's face, but he secretly wrote down his mind.

"what……!"

At this moment, Morita Dohiro, who was sitting opposite Roger, suddenly let out a scream. He held his throat tightly, as if he wanted to pull the liquid he just drank from his throat.

Roger's expression changed. He was about to rush forward when he suddenly realized another problem.

"what do I do?"

camouflage? Then directly find an opportunity to use the ability of Touch of Shadows, or try to save Morita?

Between the lightning and flint, countless thoughts flashed through Roger's mind, but at this moment, the old man sitting beside him tapped the table lightly.

"Dong dong!"

The dull sound of impact came, Morita Dohiro's movements seemed to be fixed, and there seemed to be an invisible big hand in the darkness that restricted his movements.

Then came a voice.

"Concentrate and control your guardian spirit."

In the next second, the flames soared into the sky.

In the crimson flames, a flame tiger stronger than ever crawled out of Morita Dohiro's body little by little.

Roger noticed that Morita Dohiro's flame tiger was originally crimson red. Although it looked majestic, it was a little less fierce, which was one of the reasons why his attack power had always been insufficient.

At this time, there were many black patterns on Yanhu's crimson body, which made his guardian spirit a little more hideous.

This is not only a change of image, but also powerful is the spiritual power within Morita Michibo.

Spiritual power surged like a tide, one wave higher than another, and Morita Dohiro's momentum became more and more full.

The speed of the ascension was astonishingly fast, the flame tiger raised a long howl in the sky, and Morita Daohiro also got rid of the restriction and stood up abruptly!

laugh!

In the next moment, all the spiritual power was sucked back into the body, Morita Dohiro walked to the front of the Jackdaw Sword Master and bowed, and gave a solemn salute.

"Master Sword Master, thank you very much, these black spirit waters have broken the barriers that have blocked me for more than ten years!"

"thanks!"

Feeling the active vitality and powerful strength in the body, Morita Michihiro said with joy.

But seeing this scene, Roger couldn't help but twitch in the corners of his eyes.

An idea popped into his mind.

"Really Nima pit...I didn't drink it?"

At this time, the Sword Master Jackdaw's eyes also fell on him.

Roger: …………

Is it time to put it back on now?

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^