Sakurai Akira harbors a strong hatred for the world and vents his dissatisfaction wantonly.
He spun around, holding up the cold wind of death on his giant claws. This was a fight to the death among trapped beasts. Sakurai Akira no longer clung to the tragic encounters he had suffered, and was immersed in the pleasure brought by endless violence.
At this time, the fallen cherry blossoms drifted out of the window like snow showers, and the color of the petals in the sunlight was as thin as faded lips.
Yuan Zhisheng was absent-minded for less than a second, but it was not because of his own experience. No matter how much he argued, he could not bring an ending to the women who died because of him.
It's just that he saw similar emotions in Sakurai Akira's angry eyes, filled with a moth's yearning for light.
Yuan Zhisheng seemed to see through these golden eyes that on that night many years ago, the plain and handsome young man stood in a Japanese room with corpses everywhere, looking at him and smiling softly.
The sharp claws will not stop when the opponent is absent-minded, and this is not a child's play. Sakurai smiled grimly and increased his strength, hitting the handsome face in a daze.
Without thinking, Yuan Zhisheng drew out the sword and swung it in a circle. It had already formed a unique muscle memory. When the ancient sword was unsheathed, it seemed like thunder exploded in the sheath. The light of the sword showed a strange green color, as if it was pulling out an empty cold air out of thin air. .
At the same time, a golden sun enveloped him. He stood in the glorious sun disc as if King Kong had come to the world. The arc cut by the ancient knife was the edge of the sun disc.
The blade of the sword was crisp and filled with fire, but Yuan Zhisheng frowned because he found that the opponent's strength was increasing.
Chu Zihang and Caesar also slashed at him with their swords. Sakurai Akira was originally the target of their operation. Even if Yuan Zhisheng denied their ability, they still had to see who could really capture this guy first.
Sakurai Akira's back trembled like a prostrate cheetah, and he let out a deep beast-like roar from his throat, and the light in his golden eyes became more intense and intense.
"Get away!"
He turned around and brandished his sharp claws, resisting the slashing attacks of the two men. His two claws directly pinched the tip of the knife. Chu Zihang and Caesar also noticed something was wrong.
Akira Sakurai's body was transforming all the time, and his temperament became majestic and ethereal, like a real pure-blood dragon.
The problem is the medicine.
Almost subconsciously, Yuan Zhisheng firmly locked in this answer.
He learned from Koyama Takazo, a doctor who ran a private clinic but was doing some illegal things behind the scenes, that he had recently cooperated with the Fierce Ghosts to develop a genetic drug called Moro to improve the dragon bloodline. Toff Cocktail.
Yuan Zhisheng also obtained from this guy all the data samples for making this evolutionary drug as well as the goods that will be sold in the future. After testing, this evolutionary drug is indeed very effective, but it is far from what Sakurai Akira is now. Degree.
Even as an emperor, he felt a faint threat from the other party.
We can't let him continue to transform.
This was Yuan Zhisheng's only thought after thinking that the evolutionary medicine was special.
Crow squatted on the railway track and smoked, looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, holding a lightweight and convenient MP9 submachine gun in his hand.
Yasha stood on the edge of the cliff with his pants pulled up, peeing into the deep valley below. He seemed to like the arc drawn by his body fluids when they fell into the valley.
They were also carrying MP9s, and the car behind them was shaking violently, with harsh cutting sounds coming from inside. The sharp alchemy knives cut and scarred all the furnishings in the car.
The steel used in this old-fashioned carriage is of high quality and is difficult to open with an electric drill. Akira Sakurai was able to cut it open with a sharp claw.
Crow couldn't help but look back at the train with palpitations, and held the MP9's gun handle tightly with his right hand. No wonder the young master asked him to pack his weapon when he came out, and don't use the pistol again.
Without the small submachine gun with the theoretical firing rate of 800-900 rounds per minute, which he and Yasha had in hand, it could be called the fastest firing small submachine gun, interweaving a dense network of firepower, and it might not have been able to stop Sakurai Akira who was lucky enough to escape.
This guy is much more troublesome than Crow imagined, but he has a different kind of confidence in Yuan Zhisheng.
"Have you checked the local tourism information? I heard that there are hot springs here, and men and women bathe together."
Yasha pulled up his pants and turned around and said to the crow.
"Women in small cities may not like a hunk from Tokyo, but they certainly can't resist my handsome body."
The crow squatted on the ground in an inconspicuous manner, curling his lips, holding a cigarette in his mouth, his eyelids rolled up, and he deserved as much beating as he wanted.
"Yes, after all, I heard people say that those who still bathe together for men and women are old ladies with saggy breasts. I didn't expect you, Crow, to have a special fetish for old women."
"No, no, I still like wheat-colored energetic girls. The only old woman I love is your mother." Crow counterattacked sharply.
"That's really unfortunate. I didn't tell you that my mother died when I was five years old. At that time, my father cheated on a bar girl. My mother rushed into the bar on a motorcycle and threw a bundle of detonators while the bar girl was singing. In front of the stage, she was blown into tens of thousands of pieces. The Metropolitan Police characterized the incident as a heinous murder, and the judge sentenced him to death. If you want to bathe with her, you have to go to the lava river in hell."
"But I remember that your parents died when you were young."
Crow lamented his loyal mother while recalling Yasha's introduction to him.
"Oh, I forgot one detail. The barmaid was sitting on his lap singing."
Yasha shrugged easily.
The chat between the two has no content, but it is the best way to pass the time. Every time there is a mission for Yuanyuan, they only need to prepare a body bag and keep it nearby. Like the previous invasion of Atami mermaids, it happened suddenly.
Otherwise, Yuan Zhisheng could solve it alone. He could walk out from behind the sealed door in a few minutes. He threw the blood-stained knife to the crow and said to deal with it, while looking into the distance with a bored expression.
Crow and Yasha have become accustomed to this way of getting along, and even every time they chat, they always come back to the eternal topic, women.
"It took a long time to take off my clothes this time, don't let the people from Cassel College delay me." Crow said.
"Chu Zihang and Caesar are both acquaintances who have fought against each other. Even if they are still students, their tyrannical strength can more than make up for their lack of experience."
Yasha looked at the swollen carriage that was shaking continuously, but he didn't agree.
The orthodox True Lord surnamed Li still leaves a very deep impression on Yasha's mind. Even though Chu Zihang and Caesar are both first-class elites, that guy's light still shines like the sun across the sky. .
"Looking at your eyes, I know who you are thinking of."
The squatting crow looked up at Yasha and chuckled, then sighed slowly.
"I really can't see through that man, but I have a vague hunch that if the entire mixed-race world is regarded as a world, with various mixed-race organizations each forming a country, he may become the emperor. Whether it is in terms of ambition or strength .”
