Thousand Blades of Death

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The pupils of Miyamoto Ruri's eyes suddenly shrunk into a needle shape, and looked at Amano Hara in astonishment. The heart's beating frequency ran at a high speed, and his ears erected unconsciously, making him listen to the ears.

I am happy with Amano Hara, glanced at Miyamoto Ruri, took her hand and walked out, and relaxed under the nervous nerve of Miyamoto Ruri: "I like you too."

Miyamoto Ruri heard the words, first of all, and then whispered and retorted: "Impossible!"

This time Amano Hara was surprised, "Oh, why is it impossible?"

I couldn't help but rolled my eyes and didn't have a good air: "Naturally because you like Tonghua Qiantang, even if it's not Tonghua Qiantang, you can't get rid of the relationship with the thrush Chengshilang."

Amano Hara heard her complaining and discouraging words, and couldn't help but lift her lips: "What if I say I like you too?"

Miyamoto Ruri didn't hear his thrush rebut, his eyes dimmed, and he didn't even bother to conceal himself!

Is this intentional or unintentional?

There was a sneer in the corner of the lips, and he pulled the pulled hand: "Let me go."

Tian Yema saw this, sighed in his heart, and turned sharply, "Do you not believe me?"

Miyamoto Ruri originally wanted to say no, but he felt the strength of gradually increasing his hand and nodded honestly: "I don't believe it."

Tian Yema heard the words and smiled, Yu Guang glanced at the silent Miyamoto Ruri and shook her hand: "In my heart, you are all the same, all I like, although saying so It’s too much, but it’s the fact that every affection is the same.”

Miyamoto Ruri couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Hey, it's nice to say, just say it's hard to get."

Amano Hara heard her straightforward words and couldn't help but laugh: "Well, if you insist on saying so, forget it."

Hearing this question without evading him made Miyamoto Ruri look incredulously at Amano Mahara, but after a glimpse of his confident expression, his heart suddenly relieved.

"Cut, narcissism."

Tian Yema glanced at her with a smile, thinking of her bold and clear speech just now, and under her dim gaze, she slowly said: "Oh, narcissism, because of having such narcissistic capital, And, actually..."

Miyamoto Ruri was watching him attentively, listening to his ears, and he heard half of it but he heard his disappointing sentence, and he glanced at him instantly, "Is it really good to hang people's appetite?"

Amano Hara smiled at her and looked at the blue sky. "Wait, you will naturally tell you everything."

The other party's sharp and handsome face came into his eyes dimly, and Miyamoto Ruri's heart crossed a complex emotion, silently tightening his big palm. Thinking of the scene I just glanced at, I struggled and said, "Just..."

"Ok?"

Looking back at the Tenno Mahara, Miyamoto Ruri shook his head, "Nothing."

At a glance, Yu Guang, Tianye Mayuan, who asked what she wanted to ask, glanced at the remote little forest: "Just a little friction just happened. It's not a big deal. People lie down and don't think about it."

Miyamoto Ruri sighed with relief.

And the person in his mouth who said, "It's not a big thing to lie down" is lying under the dead branches with a decayed face. Through the mottled tree shadows, the sunlight fell on his body, clearing the messy wound on his body.

It is far from ‘no big deal’ in his mouth. The dark red that he left behind on the dry tree, and the messy traces around it, show that there has been a fierce battle here.

After Wuziji turned in, he saw such a miserable scene, and couldn’t help but hold a bitter tear for him, but he had to sigh with emotion in his heart. The Amano horse was really not a normal human being, and a man wearing a weapon, Can easily hit the other party to this level without leaving any traces on his body, innocent like an ordinary young man.

Seeing the untreated blood marks on his body, he felt a flesh of pain, made some psychological comfort, took the initiative to go up, and shouted to the people who did not know life and death: "Uncle? Uncle?"

As a result, of course, he did not receive a reply from the unconscious person, so he had to lower his body honestly, intending to wake him up.

Originally, he just made an excuse to drag out a piece of music, knocked it sideways, and then urged people to go to Ono Temple, and he planned to go back to the hotel, but he accidentally hit Amano Mahara and a person who looked very bad, because The curiosity in my heart followed.

I didn’t expect that the kind of non-human scene that came into my eyes was like a 10,000-blooded pvp slaughtering a seven or eight thousand pve. That scene was cruel to say. During the insurance period, he originally wanted to be without this. It happened, but I didn't expect to hit Miyamoto Ruri. Based on the scene just now, an impulse confessed, but it turns out that it is not your own, it is not your own.

Reaching out with fate, he planned to drag the person up, but he felt a pain in his neck. The person who was still unconscious, stretched out his hand with a weak face and clasped his neck.

Wu Ziji threw him down, "Uncle, how can you be so right to save your people like this."

With a sigh of relief, he thought Claude, who was coming from Amano, had withdrawn his hand in a daze and smiled bitterly. Is this person a classmate of Missy? I saw it before when I followed, and Yu Guang glanced around the empty surroundings, without the figure of Amano Hara. Thinking of the words he had just left in his ears, he closed his eyes decadently.

The frightened dancers yelled: "Wow! Uncle, you, don't you close it, you're kicking your breath, what if I get misunderstood?"

Helplessly dragging people to make a phone call.

On the other side, Tonghua looked at the continually sighing Ono Temple with a sigh and shook his head: "Eh, why don't you take a break?"

Holding the tossing up and down on the floating board, Ono Temple, heard the words, relieved, and quickly stood up straight, with a helpless face, begging to look at Tonghua Qiantang.

"Ono Temple?"

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