Madam, I like you.

　Gao Cheng Saya, who had calmed down, reached out and turned Mo Yankong's head to the other side. While putting on her clothes, she frowned and asked, "Why is your body like ice? How many people are there? What weapons do they have?"

　"Nine adult males, six of them were holding guns, one was holding a modified nail gun made by Hirano, and two were holding Japanese swords."

　Gao Cheng Saya asked with concern: "Hirano's weapons? Then he didn't

　Let’s do it.”

　"There is no life-threatening situation at the moment."

　Busujima Yako looked curiously at the Sandai Kitetsu in Mo Yankong's hand: "Kong, is that a samurai sword in your hand?"

　Born into a kendo family, he has a very deep understanding of the samurai sword. Just by looking at the scabbard and handle of the Third Generation Kitetsu, one can feel that this samurai sword is not simple.

　It just so happened that she lacked a weapon that suited her.

　Mo Yankong chuckled and slowly drew out the Sandai Kitetsu. The clear blade gleamed like a bright light, and the metal blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a strange sharp sound. When the long sword was fully drawn, the temperature in the locker room suddenly dropped a few degrees. Busujima Yako's expression gradually shifted from curiosity to solemnity. She had never seen such a unique samurai sword before. The ripples on the blade were surging, the curves were graceful, and the balance of the blade was balanced. It was a unique beauty mixed with a murderous aura. As a kendo expert, she could recognize the value of the Sandai Kitetsu at a glance.

　"Good knife!"

　There was a mysterious desire driving her to snatch the samurai sword from Mo Yankong.

　Mo Yankong put away the Third Generation of Kitetsu with the demeanor of an amateur, and looked at Dokujima Yako meaningfully: "The sword is called Kitetsu, it is not something that mediocre people can wield."

　"Oh? You mean you want me to use it?"

　"You are qualified. I don't really like using a katana, so I'll lend it to you for now. If you want to buy it, the price is another matter."

　Chapter 16: Natural Born Killers

　Mo Yankong threw the Demon Sword of Guiche to Dudao Yazi.

　She took the Kitetsu with both hands, her delicate and deep eyes suddenly condensed, and the demon sword Kitetsu in her hand trembled a few times and then stopped moving.

　Compared to the strong reaction when it was pulled out by Mo Yankong, the Demon Sword Guiche was unusually docile. Mo Yankong knew the reason clearly. The Demon Sword Guiche had found a host that suited it.

　Mo Yankong smiled meaningfully and said, "Sister Dudao, as interest for temporarily lending you this samurai sword, you will be the one to deal with the invaders outside."

　Before Dokujima-chan could answer, Takagi Saya rolled her eyes at Mo Yankong and, hands on her hips, lectured him, "Huh? Are you kidding me? It's fine if you're just giving it away, but you're just borrowing it with interest and expecting Dokujima-san to deal with those armed invaders all by herself? Anyway, you must have picked up this knife somewhere in the mall."

　1

　"Enough." Dokujima Yaji said coldly. His tone was no longer as cold and quiet as before, but had a bit more oppressive power. He tried his best to suppress his emotions.

　"Senior Busujima is angry, Kong, why don't you apologize quickly." Takagi Saya glanced at Mo Yankong beside her and snorted with schadenfreude.

　"Takagi, shut up for a moment." Busujima Yaji drew out the demon sword again and admired the beauty of the blade.

　"What a good sword! A sword is a weapon, and swordsmanship is a way of killing. Legend has it that in the Edo period, every famous sword needed to be tested. The materials for testing the sword were not straw or trees, but people, bandits, or criminals. I didn't expect that I would have this opportunity now." A strange chuckle appeared on Dokujima Yaji's lips, and an imperceptible red light shone at the edge of his pupils.

　Looking at the handsome and beautiful face of Busujima, Takagi Saya felt a chill in her heart and asked cautiously, "Bukujima-senpai, are you okay?"

　Dudao Yazi turned and left the locker room. Before leaving, she glanced back at Mo Yankong and said with a charming smile, "That's perfect. Kong is right. You don't need to make any moves."

　kill!

　The consciousness of Busujima Yajima combined with the murderous intent of the Demon Sword of Kitetsu. Not killing everyone on the spot was already an attempt to suppress the murderous impulse that surged in his heart.

　Mo Yankong shrugged. "I won't fight with you, but don't attack the young man with dyed yellow hair. Also, spare the man with Ukiyo-e tattoos on his neck and body. I don't care what happens to the rest."

　Hold back? No, now Dokujima Yako just wants to kill everyone!

　"What if I don't want to?"

　Mo Yankong smiled and said, "I will kill you and then throw this knife into the cesspool. I told you, this team doesn't need members who don't follow orders."

　Since he dared to disobey my orders, it means that Busujima Yajima will definitely not return Kitetsu. At this point, there is no need to hold back.

　It's very interesting to cultivate a murderer, but Mo Yankong doesn't like things to get out of control.

　Dudao Yazi placed one hand on the hilt of the demon sword, as if he was ready to draw the sword and kill Mo Yankong at any time.

　After hesitating for a long time, she smiled at Mo Yankong and said, "I understand. I will do as you say."

　The mind of the tyrant Dudao was already controlled by the killing intent. Could that heroic senior be so easily controlled? No, it wasn't the Demon Sword Kitetsu who controlled the mind of the tyrant Dudao. It should be said that the tyrant Dudao voluntarily accepted the killing intent of the Demon Sword Kitetsu.

　To explain why, it's because Busujima Yako is a natural born killer. Born into a family of kendo, she has had a strong tendency towards violence since childhood. When she was in junior high school, she deliberately lured a pervert to approach her so that she would have a legal reason to use kendo to deal with the pervert. As a result, Busujima Yako used her excellent swordsmanship to break the pervert's leg bones and shoulder blades and sent him to the intensive care unit of the hospital.

　Being aware of her violent tendencies, Dokujima Yako has been suppressing these violent impulses until now. The appearance of zombies has given her an excellent reason to kill, and every kill can bring her great physical and psychological satisfaction.

　Unfortunately, zombies can’t scream, so Busujima can’t enjoy greater pleasure.

　Born to kill, the Demon Sword of Kitetsu and Busujima Yako are a perfect match. Now, she can finally fulfill her last regret.

　Kill! Anyone is fine! Kill! Want

　I want to feel the blade cutting through flesh, I want to taste the rusty taste of blood, I want to hear people scream.

　At this time, Busujima Yako turned into a complete murderer.

　Witnessing the enchanting back of Dokujima Yako as she left, Mo Yankong laughed with interest, as he just wanted to see this scene.

　What could be more intriguing than cultivating a murderer in a doomsday environment? Such a unique woman was truly captivating to Mo Yankong. If Dokujima Yako refused to comply with this request, killing her would have another meaning. No matter how beautiful, charming, or interesting a woman was, it was useless if she couldn't be obtained.

　In a sense, what Mo Yankong did is very similar to Dio.

　After Busujima Yaji left, the tense atmosphere in the locker room relaxed a little. After putting on her clothes, Takagi Saya patted her chest. For a moment, she thought that she would be killed by Busujima Yaji. The sense of crisis was even greater than when she was attacked by zombies.

　She frowned and stared at Mo Yankong and asked, "What happened to Senior Sister? Kong, what did you do to her? What's with that knife?"

　Mo Yankong said in a dull tone, "Do you have any misunderstandings about Senior Sister Dudao? She is not a docile woman to begin with. She is a natural killer. I will dig out her true nature."

　Mo Yankong was about to turn around and leave.

　Then he heard Takashiro Saya's aggressive and loud voice behind him asking, "Then what are you?"

　"What's the meaning."

　"In the school staff room, you said I lacked observation skills. As you wished, I could feel your body temperature when you covered my mouth. It was like ice. The average person's body temperature is 36 degrees Celsius, but yours is like a corpse. What's the difference between you and those monsters? The most important thing is that I bit you so hard just now, but I couldn't even bite through your skin. Who are you... or some kind of monster?"

　"Saya!" Miyamoto Rei stepped forward and hurriedly stopped Takagi Saya from speaking.

　Takagi Saya folded her hands and said nonchalantly, "Rei, you must be aware of his situation. You helped him deceive us. Haha, is this what you call a team?"

　Marikawa Shizuka persuaded in a soft voice: "Well... now that it's like this, how about we all stop arguing for a while... okay?"

　The clothes that Shizuka Marikawa chose were not suitable for her delicate body at all. It was obvious that she had chosen some well-known clothing brands. The plumpness under the white shirt was about to burst out, almost breaking free from the buttons.

　But now, no one has time to pay attention to this cute teacher.

　Mo Yankong hadn't considered hiding his identity. There was no need to hide in a zombie-ridden apocalypse. Upon hearing Takagi Saya reveal his physical abnormalities, he grinned and said, "What you said is really interesting. Do you really want to know the answer to your question?"

　"Of course! Otherwise, I can't acknowledge you as the leader of this team."

　Chapter 17 Blood

　Mo Yankong smiled evilly: "Very good, use your body to feel for yourself who I am."

　"What are you going to do?" Takagi Saya looked at Mo Yankong who was closing in on her step by step with caution. The locker room exit was behind Mo Yankong, and she had nowhere to escape.

　No matter how you look at it, Mo Yankong looks like a villain who is ready to kill people at any time after his conspiracy is exposed.

　Mo Yankong came in front of her, and Takagi Saya raised her right hand and swung it towards Mo Yankong's face, but Mo Yankong easily caught it and pressed it against the wall behind her.

　Gao Chengsaya looked past Mo Yankong at Miyamoto Rei and Marikawa Shizuka and asked calmly, "Hey, are you just going to watch like this?"

　Marikawa Shizuka looked conflicted. After a moment's thought, she forced a smile and said, "Teacher isn't good at mediating fights. Why don't we wait for Busujima-san to come back before discussing it... Sora-san, okay?"

　"not good."

　"not good!"

　Mo Yankong and Gao Cheng Saya answered in unison, one with a joking tone and the other with anger.

　Miyamoto Rei looked away.

　Mo Yankong lowered his head and greedily breathed in the girl's fragrance. He could smell the lingering shampoo on her skin and hair.

　With her hands grabbed and her back against the wall, unable to move, Takashiro Saya's eyes were filled with tears. She regretted provoking Mo Yankong. Just as she realized her thoughts, she became stubborn and cursed, "What do you want to do! Scum! You have no bottom line! People like you... um!?"

　Saya Takagi's delicate body suddenly straightened, and her eyes gradually became full of disbelief. She felt Mo Yankong kissing her neck, and then something sharp pierced into her body, drawing blood from her body.

　This was a development she had not expected.

　The blonde school doctor, Shizuka Marikawa, puffed her lips and muttered in frustration, "I'm a teacher, why is no one willing to listen to me?"

　At first there was a violent struggle, the girl's eyes full of surprise, suspicion and shame. Then her body was smeared with the vampire's saliva with anesthetic effect. Takagi Saya's eyes gradually became misty, her breathing became heavy, and she subconsciously twisted her body restlessly, experiencing the wonderful throbbing that she had never experienced before. She clearly wanted to resist, but her weak movements looked even more ambiguous.

　After sucking the girl's blood, Mo Yankong released the girl's hands that were pressing on the wall. Takagi Saya subconsciously supported Mo Yankong's shoulders and hugged her neck to prevent herself from falling to the ground.

　Eternal hunger filled Mo Yankong's consciousness and body as always. With the experience of sucking Miyamoto Rei's blood, Mo Yankong was able to control the amount of blood to suck this time.

　He released Saya Takagi's neck, picked up the girl's soft body and placed it in the lounge.

　on the sofa.

　It tastes good, and the quality of the blood is comparable to Miyamoto Rei's. Sucking the blood of a young girl can improve your strength more than sucking the blood of a hundred zombies.

　"You...you...you...what did you do to me!" Takagi Saya, who was lying on the sofa, had tears in her eyes and said in a weak and hateful voice.

　"I'm a vampire, and it's normal for me to suck some blood. Apart from the weakness caused by anemia, you won't experience any vital changes, and you won't turn into a zombie like those outside." Mo Yankong opened his mouth slightly, revealing two fangs dripping with blood.

　Vampires? Do these legendary creatures really exist in reality?

　Gao Chengsaya couldn't help but believe it. Mo Yankong's body temperature was like that of a dead person, and he had two iconic blood-sucking fangs.

　The blood-sucking urge in Mo Yankong's body had not subsided yet, and his dark red vertical pupils flashed with violent bloodthirsty desire. He glanced at Marikawa Shizuka, who was standing not far away, covering her mouth with her soft hand and looking surprised.

　Marikawa Shizuka shrank into the corner, shook her head and forced a smile, "Um... I didn't see anything, nor did I hear you say you were a vampire."

　Seeing Mo Yankong walking towards her without any scruples, she waved her hands and forced a smile: "Well, I'm the teacher and you're the student."

　"Snapped!"

　When she was excited, the fullness of her chest was about to burst out, and the buttons that had been holding on for a long time finally burst open with a crisp sound. The buttons hit the wardrobe behind Mo Yankong with a crisp sound, which scared Juchuan Shizuka so much that she quickly hugged her chest and cried out: "Ahh - this is my favorite brand."

　It's time now...

　Mo Yankong was not polite at all. He pulled up the delicate body with exaggerated curves and bit the slender neck like jade. Although Juchuan Shizuka was at a loss at the beginning, she also wanted to cooperate. She hugged Mo Yankong's back with a red face and looked at him seductively.

　What surprised Mo Yankong a little was that the quality of Shizuka Marukawa's blood was actually higher than that of Saya Takagi.

　Miyamoto Rei, who was standing by, looked at the scene helplessly, feeling a little depressed.

　-

　"found it!"

　"It's a woman! Catch her, don't let her escape!"

　The gangsters who were searching the shopping mall saw Dokujima Yako coming down the stairs from the fourth floor holding the Kitetsu demon sword and shouted excitedly. One of them held a samurai sword and the other held a police pistol. Their greedy and hungry eyes covered Dokujima Yako's whole body, and they wished they could lick off all of her clothes.

　Dudao Yazi walked towards them with a gentle smile on his face, holding the scabbard in his left hand and pressing his right hand on the hilt.

　"So good! It seems you don't plan to resist us!" The gangsters looked happy.

　The companion next to him stopped the impatient gang member and shouted, "Wait, she's carrying a weapon, a samurai sword."

　"Judging from your uniform, you must be a student at Fujimi Academy. A high school girl shouldn't play with such dangerous toys. Put down the knife and follow us back obediently. I can guarantee that you won't suffer."

　Busujima Yako seemed not to hear them and walked straight towards them.

　The gangster gave his companion a look, raised his samurai sword and shouted: "Stop! If you go any further, we can't guarantee your safety. If you lose an limb, don't blame us!"

　The companion raised the police revolver in his hand, looked at the approaching Dudao girl with a sneer on his face, and moved the crosshairs from Dudao girl's head to her legs.

　Looking at the pair of straight and slender legs, the gangster thought it was a pity and pulled the trigger of the revolver without hesitation.

　It's the end of the world now, and all hospitals are closed. If you get hit by a samurai sword, the only way out is to wait for death if the injury is serious.

　The same is true for being hit by a gun, but at least you can die while it's still hot. Even if you die, the body won't decay for two or three days.

　"boom!"

　When the gun went off, Dokujima Yaji rushed forward, dodging the bullet while drawing out the demon sword Kitetsu.

　Dokujima Yako's body and nerve reaction speed have not yet surpassed the realm of humans, so of course it is impossible for her to avoid flying bullets. However, for a kendo master, judging the enemy's hand-raising movements is the foundation of swordsmanship. Dokujima Yako predicted the trajectory of the bullet and dodged the moment the gangster opened fire.

　Her movements and nerve reactions are much faster than those of ordinary people.

　"what!"

　The gangsters were so shocked that they had no time to react. In a flash, they saw Dokujima Yajima passing over them and walking downstairs. He swung the Kitetsu demon sword, and the blood splashed in a semicircle, but the blade was still pure and clear.

　The demon sword was sheathed, and the two gang members' bodies spurted out a lot of blood. Their bodies were broken into several pieces and they wailed incessantly.

　The man's screams made the charming smile on Dokujima Yako's delicate face even more intense.

　Chapter 18: The Murderer