"Wow!"
The windows on the second floor of the barbecue restaurant suddenly burst into pieces. Hu San fell from the sky and hit the Fujiwara brothers like a meteor. The asphalt road cracked every inch.
Transforming her elbows and armpits, Fujiwara Qianye instinctively opened her arms, holding the little boy and Fujiwara Sakura behind her, and her body also exuded scorching heat.
Hu San's eyes were solemn and his tone was sharp:
"Tsuchimikado Shinto?" He
He speaks in Japanese dialect with a decent accent, and he also has a pretty authentic Kyoto accent.
More than 30 years ago, Hu San fought with the Japanese for nearly 10 years on the land of China. He learned to speak Japanese fluently, and he even pretended to be a Kwantung Army colonel many times.
Fujiwara Qianye was secretly frightened when she sensed the mountain-like and sea-like terrifying evil energy emanating from Hu San.
This murderous man must have come with bad intentions, but they are currently on the run and living in seclusion. It is better to do less than to do more. He really does not want to cause trouble.
While opening his arms and concentrating on alert, Fujiwara Qianye asked in a deep voice:
"Who are you?"
Hu San stared at Fujiwara Qianye fiercely and sniffed hard.
"That's right, it smells like this. It must be a bastard from Tsuchimikado Shinto!"
Fujiwara Qianye frowned: "Who are you?"
The murderous look in Hu San's eyes became more intense, blood filled his pupils, and he suddenly shouted:
"I'm your ancestor, you little devil, I'm going to die!"
Following the roar, Hu San suddenly rushed forward, his fingers spread out, and his nails were as red as blood. In an instant, they swelled by more than an inch, and with the cold wind hanging, he stabbed towards Fujiwara Qianye's throat.
"Well, China's Immortal?"
Fujiwara Qianye took a step back and called out Hu San's heels in surprise.
Of course, he is not a melon who can be slaughtered by others. At any rate, he can be regarded as one of the best Onmyojis in Japan, with impressive fighting ability.
"Hey!"
While retreating, Fujiwara Qianye let out a low roar in his throat, crossed his hands, and a scorching fan-shaped heat wave instantly hit Hu Sanmenmen.
"Fuck, shikigami symbiosis, the little devil has two tricks."
Hu San made a strange noise in his mouth, and dodged towards his left side like a swimming fish. He changed his position smoothly, and with his right hand curled like a hook, he dug towards Qianye's waist.
Hu San likes to talk a lot when fighting. On the one hand, he is a talkative person, and on the other hand, it can disturb the other person's mind.
For fear of accidentally injuring the little boy behind him, Fujiwara Qianye did not dare to rashly expand the attack range of Heat Wave. He was very passive and could only dodge sideways.
But how can Mr. Hu be so easy to answer correctly?
As if he had predicted Fujiwara Qianye's reaction, he turned his body like a gyro, and used his left hand like a knife, slashing towards his neck.
"Hmph! That's too much!"
A hoarse scold sounded, and Fujiwara Sakura finally couldn't help but take action.
Following her scolding, a crimson light suddenly lit up, as fast as lightning, pointing directly at the back of Hu San's head.
As if there were eyes behind him, Hu San suddenly ducked, spun around in a circle, dodged Chi Lian in an instant, and returned to his original position.
Standing still, Hu San put his hands behind his back and wiped them behind him, with a weird smile on his face:
"Heh, you Japanese girl is very cruel, isn't she? Okay, the third master will play with you today."
Liang Qingzi is a slang term for Northeastern beard, which means to draw a weapon. Fujiwara Sakura is holding a red training whip and her almond-shaped eyes are wide:
"Are you an Immortal from outside the Huaxia Pass? Why did you attack us for no reason?"
She spoke in Chinese, which was a little awkward, but her enunciation was clear. Hu San raised his eyebrows and snorted, even more hostile:
"You from Male Gobi, how can you, a little Japanese girl, speak Chinese? I must have thought that those old bastards in your family came to China to commit crimes back then, right?"
Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Sakura's temper suddenly flared up:
"Baga! How dare you insult my ancestors? I'm going to kill you!"
"call out!"
Fujiwara Sakura shook her hands, and the dark red red whip full of inverted teeth instantly stretched into a dark red spear and shot towards Hu San's throat.
Within five steps, a knife is faster than a gun. It is definitely a lie. However, within five steps, a pistol is not necessarily faster than a spear!
In particular, Fujiwara Sakura controls the spear transformed by Chi Lian at an astonishing speed, almost as fast as bullets. What's even worse is that her weapon can also turn.
At this moment, Hu San also had the pistol in his hand. He swayed his shoulders and dodged sideways so fast that his movements were like ghosts.
But Fujiwara Sakura was faster than him. Just as Hu San changed his position, she also moved, and at the same time, the Chi Lian in her hand suddenly twisted.
The straight spear instantly turned into a round-moon scimitar, drawing a graceful arc. As soon as Hu San's box cannon was raised, Chi Lian had already hit his chest.
"Uh-huh!"
The long whip brushed against the tip of Hu San's nose.
At the critical moment, the third master suddenly lowered his waist and dodged an extreme version of the long iron bridge, narrowly and narrowly.
While lowering his waist, Hu San exerted force on his feet and shot his body backwards like a sharp arrow. The third master wanted to pull away.
But Fujiwara Sakura is not stupid, how can she let him get what he wants?
The steps tightened like a shadow, and at the same time, his wrists paused, and the tip of the whip that had just been thrown out curled up, and it was carried towards Hu San's waist like a strange red python.
You know, Chi Lian's whip is full of extremely sharp barbs. What if it gets caught in it? Hiss~
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound of gunfire, and the bullet accurately hit the tip of the whip, and Chi Lian was instantly blown away.
But before the third master could breathe a sigh of relief, Chi Lian, under the control of Fujiwara Sakura, used the force to roll back and was about to wrap his arms around his neck.
At this moment, Hu San's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet emerged. It was too late to dodge, and he even lost the angle to shoot.
Dead end!
The third master was careless. Without fully knowing Fujiwara Sakura's ability, he rashly got too close and was about to die.
In fact, it's not that Hu San was careless. He had been living in the mountains for more than 20 years, and his skills had declined significantly. Now he is somewhat overly ambitious.
If it were during his period of complete victory, Third Master could easily dodge this time.
"Stop!" Seeing that someone was about to die, Fujiwara Qianye shouted anxiously.
"Qiang!"
At the same time, a clear metal chirping sounded, and the Chilian long whip softened instantly like a poisonous snake that had been struck seven inches.
Miss Hu appeared next to Hu San like a ghost, stretched out her hand to support him, then raised her arm and gently flicked her nails, which were as red as blood.
There was an inconspicuous white mark on the nail of her right index finger.
Glancing at Fujiwara Sakura coldly, Miss Hu commented indifferently:
"The whip is good, but it can kill people if it's used. It's so cruel. Little girl, are you going too far?"
Fujiwara Sakura's expression was solemn, and her eyes were full of fear. She just didn't see Miss Hu when she appeared.
You know, Fujiwara Sakura's symbiosis shikigami is a wind-based green pheasant, specializing in speed. Before meeting Miss Hu, she had only suffered from speed under Du Weiguo.
Moreover, Chi Lian is also considered a magic weapon. It is so sharp that it is no longer a matter of blowing the hair off the blade. Kumoyo actually flicked it away with just his fingers.
This strength is bottomless, almost limitless.
In Fujiwara Sakura's limited knowledge, perhaps only the Evil God can rival the beautiful woman in front of her.
"Fuck! I was careless just now and almost capsized in the gutter. Old Five, you stay back and I will take care of them myself."
Hu Sangang had just escaped death and was greatly humiliated. He held the box of cannon tightly, with veins all over the back of his hand, and tried to save his respect angrily.
Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him and curled her lips angrily: "Okay, Hu Laowu, just calm down."
Hu San blushed and had a thick neck. Just when he was about to argue, Miss Hu gave him a sharp look and scolded him unceremoniously:
"It's clear and sunny, and it's on the road again, making such a big noise with knives and guns. Do you really think you are a bearded man? Put this guy away quickly."
Watching the fun is a very unified and favorite thing for people all over the world.
What's more, the men and women who were fighting in the street were all rare and handsome men and women, and they were even more rare.
Especially these two incredibly beautiful girls, they are like fairies descending to the earth. Have these bunch of rubes in Laoag ever seen such stunning beauty?
Among them, the appearance of the charming and charming Miss Hu made many men feel dry in their mouths and warm in their bellies.
At this moment, a large group of melon-eating people had gathered around.
Guns were being fired here, so naturally they didn't dare to get close, but the ones huddled in the distance refused to leave, and people on the inside and outside were pointing.
With such arrogance, this fight will definitely fail.
"Hmph! You little brats have great ideas, but I'm definitely not done with you today."
Hu San's eyes flashed fiercely, he said a harsh word, and he put away the shell gun in frustration.
Miss Hu was too lazy to talk to him and turned to look at Fujiwara Sakura:
"Little girl, this whip looks familiar to you. Is it the Chilian from Atsuta Shrine? Are you a miko? You should also put away your weapon."
I saw that Miss Hu was not like Hu San, who just came up and did it without asking any questions. Although her attitude was a bit condescending and oppressive, she was generally quite gentle.
Fujiwara Sakura secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put away the red whip, and said in a polite tone:
"I used to be a shrine maiden of Atsuta Shrine, but now I have broken with the shrine. My original name was Fujiwara Sakura, and now I have a Chinese name, Yuan Ying. May I ask what your name is?"
Japanese people have a bad habit engraved in their bones. When they treat the weak, they are extremely arrogant, and when they treat the strong, they are extremely humble.
The bullying of the weak and the fear of the strong is vividly performed.
Miss Hu didn't answer. Her dark red eyes flickered, seductive and aggressive, and she looked up and down at Fujiwara Sakura.
Facing Miss Hu's scorching gaze, Fujiwara Sakura felt hairy all over her body, her spines stood up, and she was secretly palpitating:
"What's wrong, does this powerful woman have any special hobbies? Although she is very beautiful, I will never be disobedient to her even if I risk my life."
After a long time, Fujiwara Sakura, no, now her name is Yuan Ying, her palms were clenched and sweaty, and then Miss Hu finally spoke:
"Little girl, do you know Wesley?"
Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Qianye, who had been preparing for the attack with a serious look on his face, suddenly flashed his eyes, his face full of astonishment, and then his brows slightly relaxed.
Fujiwara Sakura reacted even more, her beautiful red eyes widened instantly, her face turned red with excitement, and her voice stuttered:
"Wesley, the Evil God! You, are you the Evil Gods? I, I know him, our brother and sister are the sword attendants of the Evil God, we are not enemies!"
"Sword Attendant?"
Miss Hu was also very surprised and couldn't help but frowned with a strange look in her eyes.
She originally thought that this pretty little girl was another Yingying Yanyan that Du Weiguo was provoking outside, but she didn't expect that she actually said a very rare and ancient vocabulary.
Miss Hu is not the uneducated rascal like Du Weiguo. She is well-read and proficient in classics and history, and she better understands the meaning of the word sword servant.
Sword attendants, like book boys, maids, stable boys, and companions, are all personal servants of the master in a wealthy family.
But the family that has a sword attendant must have an extraordinary status. They are often from top-notch families, and most likely they are from a family of military commanders.
The Sword Attendant is considered a top-notch existence among the servants. In addition to keeping and guarding the master's weapons and accompanying him, he also has the duties of a guard.
Sword attendants are mostly confidants of their masters, and they have a lifelong profession, even hereditary. They not only have ability, but also status.
In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Zhou Cang, the sword bearer of the martial sage Guan Yu, fictionalized by Mr. Luo Guanzhong, is actually the embodiment of the sword attendant, and he can act alone without his master.
Yuan Ying looked extremely excited at this moment: "Yes, we brothers and sisters are all sword servants of His Excellency the Evil God. Are you really a member of the Evil God?"
Miss Hu didn't answer the question: "What kind of weapons do you keep?"
Yuan Ying was a little carried away. Just when she was about to answer, Fujiwara Qianye, who had been silent, suddenly held down her arm and spoke first:
"Sir, this is not the place to talk. Let's talk in another venue."
Fujiwara Chiye has a calm personality and is mature and prudent. When it comes to the Japanese national treasure Kusanagi Sword, Miss Hu and the others' identities are unknown, so naturally they cannot reveal the details rashly.
Not far from the barbecue restaurant, about 800 meters away, is a quiet single-family villa.
In the elegant courtyard, Brother Fujiwara and Miss Hu were sitting across from each other. Hu San was not there. He had just lost face and took Rhode to drink.
At this moment, Fujiwara Qianye was offering a cup of steaming tea to Miss Hu with both hands.
"Miss Hu, please have tea."
Miss Hu took the tea cup and took a sip gently: "Tsk, Meinong Shirakawa tea, it tastes good."
Hearing her accurately call out the origin of the tea and speaking authentic Japanese, Fujiwara Chiya was surprised:
"Ms. Hu, have you ever lived in Japan before?"
Du Taodai nodded noncommittally and changed the topic directly:
"Well, I did stay for a while. Now you have changed your name to Yuan Qianye? How did you meet Wesley in the first place?"
"Uh~"
Miss Hu's words were no longer a cliché, but a naked question. Yuan Qianye frowned and looked embarrassed.
"Oh, you're not bad, you're quite cautious, and you do things in a systematic way. Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore. I'll guess it myself."
Miss Hu smiled and gently stroked the light blue porcelain cup:
"There aren't many decent things in Japan, those that can be used as weapons, and even less that Wesley would like, so~"
Yuan Qianye suddenly spoke: "Tian Cong Yun Sword."
"Huh? Kusanagi sword?"
Miss Hu raised her eyebrows and Yuan Qianye nodded:
"Yes, it is the Kusanagi Sword. Mr. Wesley is the new generation owner of this sword. Although he rejected our request to serve, we brothers and sisters still regard him as our master."
"Good guy! This guy Wesley actually took all three of your Japanese artifacts for himself without saying a word? Isn't he afraid of burning his hands?"
Miss Hu was a little surprised, but she felt relieved after thinking about it.
As long as it goes into his pocket, it belongs to him. He doesn't spit it out and does whatever he likes. This is indeed Du Weiguo's style.
Yuan Qianye replied sternly:
"Actually, before sir, the Kusanagi Sword had no owner for nearly a hundred years. It was kept in a high cabinet all day long, collecting dust in vain. I think if the artifact has a spirit, I would be willing to follow an owner who can unleash its power."
"Hahaha!"
Miss Hu laughed so hard that her branches trembled:
"You are quite good at helping him find compensation, but Yuan Qianye, why did you suddenly decide not to keep such a big secret?"
Miss Hu suddenly suppressed her smile, her face suddenly turned gloomy, her eyes sharpened, and her tone was stern:
"Aren't you afraid that I came here from Japan?"
Yuan Qianye shook his head, his expression unchanged, and replied honestly:
"Miss Hu, your skills are superb, far superior to those of our brothers and sisters. There is absolutely no one like you in the whole of Japan. Even if there were, it would be impossible for him to work for the Tsuchimikado Shinto."
After a pause, Yuan Qianye added:
"Even if you are really from Japan, if you want to ask why, we brothers and sisters are no match even if we join forces, so there is no need to be conservative."
Upon hearing this, the admiration in Miss Hu's eyes deepened, and her expression became more cheerful.
This Yuan Qianye is affectionate, knows how to advance and retreat, is loyal and capable, and the most rare thing is that he also has brains. As for Yuan Ying, although she is a bit tough, her skills are also good and can be trained slowly.
This brother and sister, Miss Hu, are going to make a decision! Even if Du Weiguo comes, he can't stop him!
From the time Miss Hu landed on Hong Kong Island, in just 3 days, she successively conquered Liang Wenkui, Lake, Rhodes, and if you add the Fujiwara brothers and sisters.
We really need people, money, and even power.
In Du Weiguo's harem, the power of Hu's legions has expanded rapidly, and has even surpassed any evil gods in any place, overwhelming all the fairies. This is the unparalleled advantage of being personally commanded by a top-level ability person.
Forty-nine City, late at night, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, South District, factory office building.
As soon as they reached Hao Shanhe and Wang Yang downstairs of the office building, they happened to meet Zhou Wang and his group head-on.
After glancing at the two strangers behind him with his flashlight, Hao Shanhe's heart suddenly sank. He subconsciously put his hand into his coat pocket and held the pistol.
These two people have a problem, and it's a big problem. They are definitely not just young men who can't bear the hardships down there and sneak back to the city.
These two guys are clearly Koreans from the east!
Hao Shanhe, a little old man, usually doesn't show off, but he is a real hidden front elite. He even went to Korea in 1952 and was responsible for intelligence work at that time.
Later, due to some changes, I wasted more than 10 years in the factory and lost all my energy.
Wang Yang studied with Lao Hao for two years, and his eyesight has improved a lot. Although he is not as sure as Lao Hao, he also has the intuition that these two people are not normal.
Just as he was about to step forward to interrogate him, Old Hao touched his arm vaguely and said first:
"Hey, isn't this Lao Zhou? It's so late, where are you going?"
"Ah, ah, Chief Hao, I, I'm going home."
Zhou Wang replied incoherently.
Old Haotou's tone was normal, as if he were talking to a family, but when he saw her, Zhou Wang seemed to have seen a ghost, his face turned pale, and cold sweat instantly soaked his scalp and dripped down his face. (End of chapter)
