"I really didn't expect you to have such a high opinion of Mr. Li." Yasha said in surprise, "Back then, you gave him a boy cut because you were not angry with the master of the family, but you still took advantage of him."
"It was precisely because of that incident that I got to know him again." Crow rarely continued to argue. "History books say that any hero who achieves his or her career has a world in his mind that can resist temptations that ordinary people cannot resist."
"You still read history books?" Yasha was even more curious.
Yasha raised his head and glared at him, but said nothing.
Isn’t the Chronicle of the Three Kingdoms considered a history book?
"Actually, I don't have much opinion about Mr. Li. I just hope that there will be a good ending between him and Miss Eriyi in the future."
As Minamoto's trusted retainer, Yasha is naturally one of the few people who knows about Eri's high-risk bloodline.
Ever since Li Yongyuan came to Japan, Miss Eriri's lifestyle has changed.
She used to wear a red and white dress, like a shrine maiden from a certain shrine. Every time Yasha saw her, she was either playing Street Fighter alone with a controller, or watching classic anime with a stuffed doll in her arms.
The expression on her face is innocent and childish, like a girl who really lives in the two-dimensional world, and she is incompatible with people like the Snake Qihachi family.
She is like a princess, living in a small fairy tale castle shaped by others.
Yasha often wonders, if he has a daughter in the future, if he can do his best, whether he will create such a carefree living environment for her. After all, under the threat of high-risk bloodlines, this is indeed the best way.
But gradually, when Yasha accompanied Minamoto to visit her occasionally, she discovered that Miss Eriki had changed. She began to pay attention to some daily news and watched some TV series with real people, especially Japanese dramas about youth and love. And no matter what he does, he will hug that special little brown bear doll together.
Only then did Yasha suddenly become horrified, realizing the error and deformity of this approach. They were imprisoning a living girl from an early age and instilling thoughts that were incompatible with the world, perhaps just to gain better control.
If it weren't for righteousness, he would be as impulsive as his mother, standing up and protesting like the head of the family.
Yasha's mind was slow, but not stupid. He knew clearly that the Young Master and Crow had already seen through this matter, but they said nothing and did nothing.
This shows that the bloodline in Miss Eriki's body, including the awakened word spirit, is terrifying. Once it breaks out out of control, the whole of Tokyo will tremble.
They just force themselves deep down to think the best about this matter.
"Six minutes have passed, and the young master has not solved the target yet." A female voice from the shadow of the carriage interrupted Yasha's absent-mindedness. He quickly blocked his divergent thoughts and stabilized his mind.
"Sakura, have you changed your clothes? If not, can we take a peek?" Crow laughed lewdly.
A woman covered in black walked out of the shadows. It was a black one-piece armor, woven with a mixture of ultra-fine fiber and metal wire. It was slim-fitting like yoga clothes, with protective steel plates and blades inserted into the vital parts.
If Akira Sakurai really tears his school uniform, he will only be greeted by countless blades.
The Madoka on the train is disguised by Yabuki Sakura. She will invent a new personality when she has nothing to do, and then find information to fill in the character's life and hobbies, fleshing out the character's personality, so that she can better disguise herself when going on a mission.
To put it simply, it is schizophrenia that can be controlled.
After all, a truly powerful deception requires not only deceiving others, but also deceiving yourself.
In fact, how can Yaksha have the right to sympathize with others?
Everyone in the Yuan Zhisheng team has more or less miserable memories with them, and these regrets and pains will become materials for them to travel long distances on the road to slaying dragons.
"Didn't you take a peek? Anyway, you didn't see anything."
Yabuki Sakura's plain white face was cold.
"You can't say that, Sakura, you are always so careful, never..."
Crow squatted on the ground and smoked like a ruffian. Suddenly he suddenly picked up the MP9 submachine gun in his hand and turned around, his eyes as fierce as a wolf.
I saw the carriage shake violently, and a pale voice broke through the thick carriage glass and escaped. It looked like a combination of a large pangolin and a lizard, and you could faintly see Sakurai Akira's face. The silhouette, but those burning golden eyes revealed bloodthirsty and dangerous light.
He was obviously crawling on the ground with his hands and feet, but he crawled up at an alarming speed.
"Stop him."
There was no time to care about the young master's current situation. Crow and Yasha immediately set up their submachine guns. With the fierce tongues of fire, the rows of alchemy gun shells fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
But the monster just shook its scales, and those specially modified alchemical warheads seemed to hit a greasy and hard object, spinning and falling out.
With a dull cutting sound like a chainsaw, the opponent was rapidly approaching Crow and Yaksha.
"Aim for his eyes."
Yabuki Sakura had already walked behind the two of them from the shadow of the train, her long hair on the back of her head was moving automatically. As her golden eyes lit up, the field of Kotorei and Yinliu descended.
On that piece of pure black metal silk clothing, countless blades whizzed sharply and flew out quickly, a bit like the rainstorm pear blossom needles in Chinese martial arts.
The small steel piece hit the monster's face, and the scales that spread all over the body made a clanking sound.
Although it reacted quickly and closed its eyes, its eyelids were covered with ugly but hard scales, but it was still scratched to the corner of its eye by a blade.
The monster couldn't help but raise its head to the sky and let out an angry roar. Horrifying tears of blood began to flow from the corners of its eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, his ferocious eyes were already staring motionlessly at the beautiful girl with a cold face.
"it works."
Crow and Yasha were delighted when they saw this. They replaced the magazines again, gripped the handles of their guns and aimed at the face of the monster in front of them.
But they saw the opponent suddenly lowering his center of gravity, claws tightly grasping the gravel around the railway track, and rushed in front of them in almost a few breaths. The bullet hit the back with bony spurs and sparked, and finally the monster leaped like a tiger. Swinging deadly claws in the air.
Crow and the others gritted their teeth, rolled nimbly on the spot, and at the same time took out short knives from their waists.
This Sakurai Akira surprised them so much, it was more powerful than the hybrids they had faced before.
He couldn't even be measured by the word hybrid anymore, but like a true dragon.
But the monster's body just passed over the two people's heads and continued to run forward.
Sakurai Akira never rushed towards the two of them, and his eyes that were selective and devouring were always staring at Yabuki Sakura.
The crow, who wanted to understand, turned around with a pale face, and saw the giant claws covered with scales about to press into Yinglong's exquisite body. A moment of panic flashed in the girl's eyes.
"Let's go!"
Crow roared with red eyes and tightened his grip on the submachine gun again, but no matter how the bullets were discharged, the scales on the opponent's back were like a layer of lubricant, easily changing the trajectory.
"boom!"
The gravity field descended silently. After transforming into a dragon, Sakurai Akira felt as if his body was stuck in a quagmire. Every movement held him down with a hundred times more pressure than usual.
