I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

A minute ago, "Yoshihara Yanshang" was hidden in the middle of Long Street.

"give up……"

The pieces of meat shattered into the ground gradually reorganized into a giant cow ghost over ten meters high in the light of the fire.

"call……"

Slowly let out a foul breath, Yasuo Yanagi, who was not taller than this bull's knees, waved the knife again...

"Zheng."

In the shadow of the sword, the cow-ghost that had been reorganized, once again turned into a pool of minced meat.

Two-day first-rate·Final·Zero of Tianyuan.

"It's useless, Shou Lang, you know..."

Nestled behind Yasuo Yanagyu, the Oiran, dressed in a purple kimono and with a bleak look of flowers, said to the mist weakly.

"She's right...Just like back then, no matter how many times, I will resurrect in the fire with the unquenchable desires in the human heart!"

As the fire flickered and flickered, those huge pieces of meat kept squirming and slowly gathered together...

"Hahahaha, even if you were once the number one swordsman in Edo, how many times can you cut out of this kind of kendo?!"

Amidst the wild laughter of the bull and ghost, Yasuo Yagyu's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his figure began to flicker, revealing the face of Abe Temple in a coma with his eyes closed from time to time.

"It's okay, as long as I can stand in front of you for a second, I will continue to use the knife without hesitation, seeing death as home..."

Liu Sheng and Shou Lang drew his sword and cut again, the rudimentary bull-ghost body collapsed on the ground for the first time.

"...What's more, in front of these juniors, you can't be ashamed!"

Not far behind Asagiri, Kengo Yamada sat down in embarrassment, wearing a Hiroshi Togada suit and meteorite panties.

"Wang Wuwu, he can only rely on the glory of his ancestors, he is really unwilling..."

At this moment, his scorched skin was as silky as if he had made a "free hair removal" package, and his whole body was constantly trembling because of the strength.

"Yamada-kun, facing this kind of guy who occupies the home court advantage, it is already amazing to be able to hold it up to now..."

Not far from him, Hiroshi Tsugada, who had similarly exhausted his spiritual power, was hurriedly recovering.

"Huh, it's different from you guys who are in a slump... tons tons tons tons tons..."

Among the ruins behind them was Niya sitting on the ground, holding a copper pot in his hand, and drinking with his head up.

"It only takes three minutes for this lady to fill her body with milk and stand up again!"

Although the tone sounds relaxed, her trembling hands and long wet hair are silently recounting her bad state.

Within a few hours, she used high-intensity techniques such as "Pseudo Name Coronation", "Real Name Recovery" and "Holy Light", and drank "Maria no Juice" several times. Now she feels like she has finished running. Marathons are generally exhausted.

Even with "Maria no Juice", it is impossible to repeatedly restore the spell's spiritual power like a perpetual motion machine, and the effect will only be weakened again and again.

In essence, this is the same as Yamada Kengo's "The Art of Hidden Armor", which is an overdraft of the origin of life.

"Three minutes...I'm sorry...that's already my last cut..."

As if hearing Niya's words, Yanagyu Shou Lang laughed at himself.

"This last point of the'power of existence', please allow me to be selfish."

No longer looking at the bull-ghost, he retracted his sword back into its sheath, and slowly turned around to embrace the morning mist behind him.

"Although I was too late for too long...There are still thousands of mountains and rivers, and thousands of purple and red can't go to see with you..."

His figure flickered more and more frequently, and Abeji's face gradually became clear...

"At least, this last moment, let me hug you quietly, okay?"

"Yu Shou Lang... all this is not your fault..."

Chao Wu shook his head slightly, nodded slightly, choked silently, and stroked his hand on the man's face with infatuation.

"...In this life, I have joined hands with Juntong, Chaowu, it is enough."

At the moment when Yasuo Yagyu's face completely disappeared...

"On the day of meeting the king again, Yushu Linfeng is a young man..."

Chao Wu's body also bloomed with white fluorescence.

"It's so good."

"Cheng, become a Buddha?!"

"Hey, I'm very touched, but in this situation, abandoning us to become a Buddha without authorization, isn't it a bit..."

Seeing this extremely familiar crystal white light, the eyes of the three people on the side were moved, and they had forgotten the desperate situation in front of them.

"How can... after all this..."

As if stimulated by the excessive amount of dog food in this scene, the pile of forgotten pieces of meat squirmed frantically and reorganized more and more quickly...

"You little bitch, what qualifications do you have to become a Buddha alone?!"

This bull-ghost, who has not known how many rebirths tonight, rose from the ground amidst the surging of flesh and blood again, and uttered an unwilling roar!

Yipeng eagerly ignited Chao Wu's gorgeous kimono, but could not eliminate the white light on her.

"You have to be careful... this dress..."

Finally, I glanced at the dull-faced three people, the fog of Buddhahood, dissipated in the white light...

Once Edo's first swordsman Yasuo Yasuro and Yoshiwara's first oiran Asagiri, they just sprinkled dog food abruptly and logged out in advance.

Only Abe Temple fell to the ground in unconsciousness...

And, the purple kimono that fell to the ground in the flames.

"This is... the last..."

With their spiritual power exhausted and unable to stop all of this, Yamada Kengo and Tsukida Hiroshi could only kneel on the ground numbly, watching this immortal cow ghost, once again taking steps that shake the world...

"What else are you two looking at, don't you just run and wait for the hamburger meat to become burnt..."

Niya, who was the first to recover part of his spiritual power, stepped on the boots of Hermes, appeared behind Abe Temple like a ghost, and grabbed his back collar...

"Damn it... this guy is heavier than it looks..."

But because of lack of strength, he couldn't pull the unconscious adult man in front of him.

"No, you go and meet up with Senior Araki! Tell him for me that you can no longer accept spurs in front of him in the future..."

"That's right, if you are not capable of the enemy, at least take out the information in it, and don't let us sacrifice in vain..."

"Be sure to tell Chairman Shimoto, I Tokuta Hiroshi, I fought bravely to the last minute! It's a pity that I haven't been able to decipher the profound meaning of "becoming a Buddha", so I have to..."

Faced with the giant hoof that was stepped on by the bullhead and the gods, and was about to cover everyone, Tsukida Hiroshi and Yamada Kengo burst into tears, talked nonsense, and cried with each other...

"It's so noisy, shut up all of you!!!"

"If I have time to pollute my ears with these unexplained last words, I might as well stand up and talk to myself in person! 』

Niya gritted her teeth and desperately dragged Abe Temple back...

At the moment of the moment, the bullhead ghosts and gods who were about to destroy everything suddenly stiffened...

"No... uh ah ah..."

The horrified roar suddenly came out of his mouth, forming three simultaneous overlapping sounds with the other voice, echoing throughout the entire "Yoshihara Yanshang".

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