The woman walked slowly towards Yan Xiaobei, her steps were steady, neither fast nor slow, her yukata was shaking, and her body was graceful, making people have endless imaginations and hormones were flying.

Her face was delicate and her cheeks were red, like peach blossoms in March, charming, but her eyes were as cold as a knife, sharp as a shocking thing, without a trace of charm, filled with endless murderous aura.

The right hand shook slightly, and a small short knife slid from the cuff to the woman's hand. The scabbard fell off, and the snow-white and cold blade was exposed to the air. The sharp murderous aura swept over like a tide. The air suddenly became cold. Yan Xiaobei felt that his skin seemed to be blown by the cold wind, and his hair was standing upside down.

"Since you don't want to retreat, then die here." The woman said and sentenced Yan Xiaobei to death.

The unknown killing stream. The cicada sings

This genre was once very popular in Japan and was hailed as the number one in the world. Later it declined, but not because later generations were not successful, but because it was too powerful.

Prosperity and decline!

This genre suppressed countless schools. At that time, people were afraid of people and scared by ghosts. Other genres had almost no way out, so it caused the rebound of other genres, gathered all Japanese schools at that time, and encircled and suppressed the unknown genres, and finally destroyed this genre.

Five hundred years later, time has entered modern times, and the unnamed killing reappeared, which has not aroused anyone's vigilance.

After all, it is no longer the world of these swords and swords, but the era of superheroes.

The woman held a short knife in her hand, and the blade trembled gently, tearing the air. The sound made was low, just like the cicada. This sound seemed to be magical, making people feel dazed.

Yan Xiaobei raised his eyes slightly, and it turned out to be hypnotic for voice.

The blade used the blade to tear the air and made a sound similar to the cicadas, disturbing the human mental system and making people feel dazed. For ordinary people, this is undoubtedly fatal. When they were in a daze, they didn't even know that the blade had cut their throats. Even some martial artists could not avoid it.

Yan Xiaobei did not know that the nameless killing was once the number one school in Japan. But for this knife, he was not stingy with his praise.

In addition to the sound of the sword, no matter the speed, strength, or angle of this sword, it is at its highest level. Even without the sound of the sword, there are very few people who can escape it, let alone the sound of the sound of the sword, which is even more like a tiger's wings.

Of course, this is simply a pediatric department for Yan Xiaobei.

If Yan Xiaobei, who has divine consciousness and is good at hypnotizing, is simply a big deal of the world.

He stretched out two points like lightning and gently clamped the cut short knife, as if he was holding chopsticks to pick up Yili peanuts. It was easy to make freehand, without any effort.

The woman was stunned.

The attack of Viagra was actually clamped by someone with two fingers. The scene that seemed like a fantasy appeared in front of her. The warrior belief that had been established by practicing sword techniques for a long time was almost instantly defeated by Yan Xiaobei.

"This is not... possible!"

"There is nothing impossible. The world is big. You look at yourself too highly." Yan Xiaobei's two fingers used a little force. After modern craftsmanship, the short knife was broken into two pieces with a ping-up sound, and was easily broken by Yan Xiaobei.

The woman was stunned, as if she had lost her spiritual puppet and could not move.

Yan Xiaobei took a step forward, passed by her, and took Shizuko Igarashi into a car. He was clearly going to stay here. Unless Igarashi Suzu took action personally, no one could stop him.

After getting into the car, Yan Xiaobeijing waited for Igarashi Suzu's reaction.

After a while, the convoy moved slowly, and Rei Igarashi never showed up and was not playing any tricks.

An hour and a half later, the convoy arrived at the gate of an ancient Japanese-style courtyard.

This Japanese-style courtyard is large, with an atrium and an aft, which can accommodate about 300 people at the same time. In a city like Tokyo where every inch of land is valuable, having such a courtyard is a symbol of power and strength.

Next to the gate, there is a door sign like [Black Clothes Group] hanging.

This should be the third club in Japan, the nest of the Black Clothing Group. There are countless secrets and mechanisms in it. The seemingly leisurely layout hides countless sharp mechanisms, like a lush fortress. If you want to attack for a strong force, you don’t know how many people will die here.

Yan Xiaobei and Igarashi Shizuko walked side by side, walked into the courtyard, glanced at them, and found one trap after another. The divine thoughts swept over, and more traps and mechanisms were exposed to Yan Xiaobei, which made Yan Xiaobei amazed.

After entering the black group, the men in black uniforms began to retreat in all directions and slowly merged into this Japanese courtyard, which seemed to be hidden in the dark and could launch a fatal attack at any time.

Advancing along a path paved with small stones, only Igarashi Shizuko was left beside Yan Xiaobei.

In front, an ancient building exposed a corner of the eaves.

Sakuras are planted on both sides of the gravel road. This is the national flower of Japan. Unfortunately, Yan Xiaobei came at the wrong time. All the cherry blossoms have withered, and only bare branches are left.

When I saw that it was Yan Xiaobei, I didn’t know if these were cherry blossom trees or what Igarashi Shizuko told him.

After passing through the bare tree-lined path, I turned a bend and an ancient mansion similar to the Golden Light Pavilion came into Yan Xiaobei's eyes. This attic is only five stories high and is made of precious oak. It is not afraid of wind and rain. Even if it is irrigated by rain all year round, it is difficult to rot.

At the door of the attic, there was a woman wearing a bathrobe standing. She was actually a woman with a short knife broken by Yan Xiaobei.

She was still dressed like she used to be, with a soft breast half exposed, and her career line was deep, making people unable to stop. Even Yan Xiaobei was attracted by the two pieces of flesh on her chest and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The woman showed a charming smile at Yan Xiaobei and said, "Mr. Igarashi has been waiting for a long time. Please come with me."

Yan Xiaobei raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What the hell is Igarashi Ling doing?"

The woman turned a deaf ear and said charmingly: "Two guests, please come with me."

Yan Xiaobei was very unhappy, but he nodded, followed the woman with Shizuko Igarashi and walked into the attic, climbing up to the fifth floor, and then saw Igarashi Suzu sitting south to north, looking up at Igarashi outside the sky.

Yan Xiaobei scanned the direction she was looking at. The sky was white and cloudless. It was a good weather. The sun shone from the sky, shining on the entire attic, dyeing a layer of dazzling light.

Yan Xiaobei walked over, sat on the chair, and asked, "You asked me to come here, is there anything?"

Igarashi Suzu retracted his gaze that looked at the sky, turned his head to look at Yan Xiaobei, then looked at Shizuko Igarashi and said, "Shizuko is my daughter, I hope you can leave her."

Yan Xiaobei shook his head and refused, "This is not possible."

Shizuko Igarashi looked at her mother mockingly, but she, as quiet as Yamato and Fujiko, did not speak. Instead, she gave the right to speak to Yan Xiaobei. She stood quietly behind Yan Xiaobei and rubbed his shoulders. The strength was just right, as if she was a gentle wife.

Yan Xiaobei breathed comfortably, Shizuko Igarashi's massage was really good.

"If you can leave Shizuko, I can hand over my other daughter to you."

The woman in a bathrobe walked over and knelt softly beside Yan Xiaobei, pinching her legs for Yan Xiaobei. Her skills were not inferior to Shizuko Igarashi at all.

Igarashi Suzu said: "She is my other daughter, Igarashi Ya, but unfortunately, she is not a god."

Yan Xiaobei looked at Igarashi Ya in surprise and found that this woman was really three-point similar to Igarashi Shizuko. She said that she had a blood relationship, which was absolutely correct.

"In your eyes, is your daughter the goods?" Yan Xiaobei asked.

"No." Igarashi Suzu replied, decisively and simply.

Yan Xiaobei suddenly felt that this woman was still saved, but Igarashi Suzu's next answer made Yan Xiaobei stunned.

"They are not goods, they are just tools for my revenge. For me, these tools are divided into use and cannot be used. Shizuko Igarashi is the Kanji. As long as I am guided by the ritual, they will have powerful power. For me, they are the most suitable tools. Igarashi Ya is not Kanji. For me, she is just an optional tool."

What the hell is this logic?

This woman is crazy.

Yan Xiaobei looked down at Igarashi Ya. She carefully pinched Yan Xiaobei's legs, and the strength was neither light nor heavy, and she had never changed. Even if Igarashi Ling said those cold words, she did not waver, as if she was not saying anything, but another person.

Such women are either very nervous or have already accepted their own destiny.

In order to avenge your father, he sacrificed his daughter, Igarashi Suzu, how much is your father's control?

Yan Xiaobei complained hard in his heart and said, "No, absolutely not. Although you treat your daughter as a tool, I don't treat Shizuko Igarashi as a tool. She is my friend."

Igarashi Shizuko's hand stiffened slightly, then she used harder and carefully kneaded.

Igarashi Rei said unmovedly: "If Igarashi cannot satisfy you, I can give you ten beauties. Don't worry, they are all clean and no one has ever encountered them. They have received strict training and are proficient in various skills, which can allow you to enjoy the ultimate happiness."
Chapter completed!