My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!.

Sakurai Kogure carried a long knife and walked down the stairs, flames were everywhere, the yarn-woven curtain was burning, and the unburned playing cards fluttered and turned into dust. Flammability, but such a fire breaks into the building and destroys it sooner or later.

The once prosperous casino was just as splendid when it was destroyed. Sakurai Kogure's eyes sparkled with fire. She was stuck in the corridor leading to the upper floor of the Bliss Pavilion. The kimono wrapped her body tightly, but the back collar was Very low, this is the soft porn that the Japanese like, so that a man can easily see some unique scenery when standing behind a woman in a kimono, and some people say that it is convenient to put his hand in, even the French have to shout loudly Grandmaster.

The cadres of the Snaki Eight Families who were wearing fireproof suits quickly searched and came here. Without any special confirmation, they could easily recognize that the girl in front of them was Asaomu, one of the Ryomas. She was alone, but she was wearing nude-colored transparent high-heeled shoes, which made the long knife in her hand look like an ornament, and it felt harmless.

"It's still too late to surrender." The leading captain said, "Give us the identities of King General and Dragon King, and we still have room for maneuver."

"I saw the amusement park for the first time when I was 14 years old. Not long after the ghosts captured the family's prison in the mountains, as a celebration, the boss in charge of the operation invited us to take a day trip to Osaka." Sakurai Kogure Said, "I heard that the family later rebuilt a new prison, and the monastery mental hospital funded by you has vacated the most guarded rooms. Here I can have the sun and the sea. Why should I choose you?"

She slowly laid the cherry red long knife horizontally in front of her body, showing her position with this gesture, with a sweet and commercial smile: "Welcome, today is the last day of opening of the Bliss Hall, I should offer you a farewell finale."

The long knife is out of the sheath, the scabbard is cherry red, and the blade is also cherry red. In this case, it is easy to think of thick blood. The wide twelve singles and the high heels under the feet can't affect Sakurai Kogure. With the slightest movement, she flipped her hands and jumped down from the stairs, as light as a bird.Sparks ignited a corner of the cloud-like kimono and spun along with her. The cherry red knife brought up vermilion blood, and no one could tell whether it belonged to her or the people around her.

The family cadres who came to deal with it had no intention of killing Sakurai Kogure. She was Ryoma, and the family urgently needed to know the identities of the general and the dragon king, otherwise they would not be able to completely eradicate the ghosts.However, Sakurai Kogure seemed to have no possibility of negotiating at all, and showed extremely high combat power under the rage. It was the one who passed by and took the knife from behind him with cheerful dance steps. No surgeon present could save such a serious injury.

This left the cadres with no choice but to shoot Sakurai Kogure. They pulled out their pistols and shot at close range. Sakurai Kogure was very fast, and the large kimono was rippling in the sea of ​​fire like falling flowers. The cadres had no way of confirming whether they had shot her. All he knew was that there would be little blood splattered where she passed, but he didn't know whether it was the scars from the killing on the long knife or she was also injured.

In the sound of burning wood, Sakurai Kogure sang the ancient dragon text in a low voice, the noise in the sea of ​​fire concealed her true intentions, the blood was both hers and the victim's, and her words were originally Something to sacrifice with blood.

Yanling Manshushahua.

The blood dripping on the floor spread out at an unimaginable speed like splashed ink. Under the guidance of some strange force, they did not flow along the cracks in the floor, but grew out in a few seconds. Blossoming flowers made of blood can exceed half a person's waist height in an instant. Their leaf belts are interlaced, and then curled up after unfolding. They are as thin as silk threads, and the fire can't even be ignited.

A cadre accidentally touched the leaves of those blood flowers, and immediately felt a piercing pain. He looked down and saw that his fire-resistant suit was cut open. Together with the flesh inside, those blood flowers were sharper than alchemy weapons. , covered with jagged teeth that are invisible to the naked eye, enough to cut through anything that touches it.

Being cut by such a slender thing, it should be a small wound that would not be too troublesome, but the blood on the officer's face was rapidly decreasing, and he became paler. He tried to cover his arm with his hand, but a large amount of blood continued to flow Spilled from the wound, like a leaking fish tank, the water pressure will open the wound further, far exceeding the normal amount of bleeding.The blood-colored flowers grew stronger when they came into contact with the blood. Before, there were only a few flowers on the ground that were half waist high, but now they quickly bloomed all over the ground. The tallest one exceeded three meters. A cluster of blood-colored flowers grew out of the sea of ​​fire.

Manshushahua, more commonly known as Bianhuahua, no matter its real name or legend, this kind of flower is inseparable from death. It is said that there are Bianhua flowers blooming all over the road in Huangquan, and stepping through that flower bush is the Wangchuan hell on the other side. And because it is mostly red, people say that this beautiful flower is actually a ghost, and it grows by absorbing the blood of ghosts and ghosts in hell.

So when this word spirit was discovered, it was given the name of Manjusawa. Just like the legend, it grows by harvesting souls. Anything that touches it will be cut open. A curse that will continue to ooze blood until the owner dies.And the blood flower formed by Manshushahua will continue to grow through more blood. If it is not controlled, it may eventually grow into a dead and beautiful jungle, and no creature will be able to approach this area.

Sakurai Kogure stopped, because there was nowhere to stay in the Bliss Pavilion. The bloody manjusawa was like a nightmare plague. Once the first person was injured by it, the rapidly growing manjusawa would spread all over the place. To others, the several cadres who broke in had already become the nourishment of Manjusawa, and the blood in their bodies was completely drained, nourishing more Manjusawa. Between these few breaths, the wall or ceiling is pierced.

Blood fell drop by drop along Sakurai Kogure's arm, she was indeed shot by a bullet, but it was intentional, she had to injure herself to activate Manjusawa, the blood that fell on her feet immediately bloomed, and quietly along the Climbing up her slender ankles, they can instinctively perceive the source of blood. The most terrifying part of this language is not only the growth itself, but it will also kill the person who is released, and it will not be controlled at all. The best way is to be able to kill them all without being injured.

It would be nice if there are rockets or grenades now, but now she only has a knife in her hand, Manjusawa has formed into a bush of flowers, and the tallest one has drilled out of the ceiling to go to the roof. This is not manpower at all. can be solved.

Sakurai Kogure was leaning against the corner of the wall that was rarely burned, her back was scorching hot, she couldn't see the flame at all, the sky was full of bright manjusawa, on the petals bent like cornices, those invisible barbed spikes were waiting to be fed , rushed towards her together.She can only shrink her shoulders to protect her face, so that she will not be disfigured when she dies. Although she will still be extremely ugly when she is drained, at least when she is still conscious, she will not die too ugly.

The bleak sword light hit Sakurai Kogure, unexpectedly, there are other people who can survive in this scale of dead flowers!Sakurai Kogure subconsciously wanted to raise the knife, but she had lost blood for a long time after being shot, and the unstoppable Yanling itself was also accelerating her blood loss, and now she didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.

The incoming man's knife skills are extremely wild, just like swinging a field ax in the primitive jungle, but only in such a violent way can he advance in the Manjusawa bush. He just cut off the flowers in front of him, More new flowers and leaves rushed from behind him, none of which could stop his footsteps.

Until he arrived in front of Sakurai Kogure, the flowers that had endured for a long time no longer had to pretend, and all kinds of petals cut him like knives to seal any possible movements of him. He grabbed all the petals with his bare hands, and put They were torn off and thrown at the feet, and the blood dripped from the pricked fingers.

It stands to reason that with Manshushahua's curse, so many wounds are enough to bleed him to death, but he slowly took off the fox mask on his face, and the face that is comparable to a beautiful girl is still smiling, can't see No pain at all.

"You... why are you back..." Seeing him, Sakurai Kogure was a little lost. This kind of accident was no less than seeing an angel descending from the sky when he was about to die.

"This is where I live, I always have to come back and take care of it." Yuan Zhinv took off her clothes and wrapped them around Sakurai Kogure, her gorgeous twelve-single set had been torn to pieces by Manjusawa, and there were everywhere You can see the skin soaked in blood, "Unfortunately, it's a bit late."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect the Bliss Hall..." Sakurai Kogure smiled helplessly. Xiyue once said with a smile that her biggest role is to explode herself, because the prerequisite for the activation of that kind of speech spirit is to get injured. Once injured, it will be over. Manshushahua only recognizes blood but not people.Sakurai Kogure also thinks so, she has hardly used this dangerous word spirit, and only those things that must be held in her hands are worth her effort.

"There's no need to pay too much attention to it. It's a place destined to be destroyed. Desire, greed, and luxury. I haven't heard that these things can last for a long time. I just want to come back and have a look at it, to see how it died, Now I see that, although some processes are missing, I am very satisfied."

Minamoto picked up Sakurai Kogure, and he gently covered Sakurai Kogure's eyes with his palm, and picked up the cherry red long knife.

"Don't die, woman, I'm not tired of you yet. You said that you hope everyone can be happy, so I also hope that you are among the happy people. If you close your eyes before your dreams come true, does that mean that you have always been happy?" Are you all lying to me?"

"No..." Sakurai Kogure replied almost subconsciously.

"Then live for me! I am a person full of greed, no matter the world or the life of others, I want it all!"

Yuan Zhinv put on a fox mask, and he sang softly. The ancient language that has been lost for a long time has a completely unrecognizable grammatical structure, but it has an unusual beauty of rhythm. This is very rare in Longwen, and most of the time it will It seemed as long as a giant bell was ringing, but only when Yuan Zhinv used her speech spirit, it seemed to be singing a lightly chanted song.

The transparent field enveloped Yuan Zhinv's side, and the surrounding fire and deflagration sound quickly receded, replaced by the breath of grass and trees. He carried Sakurai Kogure down the stairs, his eyes were filled with fiery pale gold, and every step behind him remained silent. The violent fire elements of the spinning red lotus were absorbed by the red lotus, and then gathered at Yuanzhinv's feet, and the flames that could burn the entire Bliss Hall disappeared in an instant.

"What's going on?" Crow couldn't believe his eyes, the flames composed of dozens of tons of fuel oil, no fire brigade in the world dared to say that they could quickly deal with the fire, and the explosive flames ignited were soaring ten thousand It was so high that it would go out at the same time in an instant. The fire extinguishing bombs of the special forces would not have such an effect.

The person who answered him was the person who just came out of the Bliss Pavilion at this time. The person was wearing a white and red fox mask and white feathers, just like those girls who went out to play in the summer festival. It was difficult to judge. According to her real identity, she was holding a wounded girl. Judging from her appearance, she looked a bit like the Ryoma code-named Zamu just seen in the information.

Crow Yasha and Yabuki Sakura rushed down the hillside at the same time. They were very sure that they had never seen the person with the fox mask. They didn't know when she went in, but they knew that it was definitely their enemy, and they would hug him. The fierce ghosts and dragons are not just some cadres of the family who are tempted by sex. On this occasion, he is still an enemy if he is a hero to save the beauty, unless he wants to be skinned.

Crow shoots with a gun, Yasha has a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right, criss-crossing, and Sakura Yabuki shoots a spinning dart. The three of them are close ministers of Yuan Zhisheng, and they cooperate very tacitly. They block the space around Yuan Zhinv without communication. I want to leave as much alive as possible for interrogation.

Facing their encirclement, Yuan Zhinv didn't stop at all, his steps were consistent throughout, and the flame as bright as the sun suddenly bloomed near the ground when he approached the three of them, as if someone secretly threw a flare at such a close place .

There was no sound, no explosion, just a huge amount of flames. That kind of burning seemed to violate some laws of physics, but its destructive power was absolutely the same as that of flames. The storm that swept away hit the ground, forcing the courtiers to fall to the ground Climb down, or the impact will be enough to break their hearts.

When they opened their eyes again, the person wearing the fox mask had disappeared.