You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

"Hey, your cousin is pretty~"

Silla narrowed her eyes, revealing a fierce look like a predator, and began to think in her mind how to ravage this woman next.

Come to think of it, he actually had some impression of this face, as if he had indeed seen it in the imperial capital...but he had killed so many people that he couldn't remember which one was her husband.

It's such a pity, otherwise it would be more exciting to find the husband's grave, ravage his wife in front of the grave, and let the wronged soul watch how the murderer who killed her enjoyed himself.

Well, I'll use this cousin's head as a replacement later.

"I tell you, that bastard minister and his beastly son will go to hell after they die and will never be able to be reborn!

"You beast, Xila, don't give birth to a son in the future, because he will definitely be born without an asshole!"

"Cousin...who are these guests..." the woman walked over cautiously and asked in a trembling voice.

"Oh, they are just customers passing by. Why don't you just stand there and help them? See if they need anything."

As he spoke, the shop owner seemed to suddenly remember something: "By the way, are you hungry? I'll make you some noodles. A cow fell and died the day before yesterday. You're in for a treat. I'll make you some braised beef noodles!"

"Okay~ put less cilantro, I don't like it."

"Understood!"

The shop owner quickly walked to the kitchen behind the door curtain to cook, but the cousin who was asked to help stood there fearfully.

But Silla just said "Come here" lightly, and she trembled all over and walked to the table tremblingly.

"Hmm~ You have a nice figure~"

Silla and another sinister young man looked her up and down with obscene eyes, but did not take action directly, because in their opinion the game was not over yet, and the prey would be most delicious if it was enjoyed to the end.

"You know me, don't you?"

"The son of Minister Ernest... Sheila." The cousin took a deep breath, as if she had mustered up her courage, but also with a bit of hatred.

"Since you know me, you should know that I won't let you go, right?" Silla teased.

The others also laughed. They were very happy to see the woman in a desperate state.

"Well!"

My cousin seemed desperate too: "Why, why did you do this, is killing people fun?!"

"Does killing require a reason?"

Instead, Silla said as if it was a matter of course: "The most important thing is that I feel good!"

"You beast..."

“Hahaha~ I started killing people when I was six years old. When I was twelve, I killed the first woman I slept with. When I was fourteen, I burned to death the group of untouchable students who disturbed me and kept me awake. I raped the principal’s wife and daughter in front of him—am I a beast?

But my father told me:

"Son, it doesn't matter. You can kill whoever you want and have sex with whoever you want, because you are the son of Minister Ernest, and there is no law in this empire that can judge you!"

Silla sneered, "A bunch of untouchables, born to serve a chosen one like me. Those who make me unhappy deserve to be slaughtered by me!"

"It's cool~"

"That's really domineering~"

"How about this, I'll play a game with you. If you win, I'll let you go. If you lose..."

Silla glanced at the curtain and said confidently: “I bet he definitely put a lot of coriander in his noodles.”

"This, this is not fair!" My cousin tried hard not to cry, "Even if I only played one piece, you would still say 'a lot'!"

"Yes, it's just unfair. Are you qualified to talk to me about fairness?"

"Hahaha!"

The others laughed too, as if expecting something to happen.

The agonizing time passed minute by minute, and under the cousin's terrified gaze, the owner brought a large bowl of steaming noodle soup and placed it on the table.

"Come on, braised beef noodles!"

"Humph~"

Silla and the others looked into the basin confidently, and their expressions were stunned.

There wasn't even a piece of cilantro in the dish. Instead, the store owner put a lot of braised beef in it out of kindness. It looked fragrant and appetizing.

"Huh..." My cousin let out a long sigh, feeling like she had survived a disaster.

The men looked at Silla in silence. The brown-skinned young man paused, then suddenly raised his face and smiled wildly: “I don’t eat beef!”

Then, a shining dagger stabbed the shopkeeper's neck.

Stab it!

A large amount of blood gushed out, staining Sheila's vision with scarlet.

“Hahaha… ah?”

Why... is the shop owner still standing there?

No...why does it hurt so much!

puff!

A severed hand holding a dagger fell into the boiling soup pot, stirring up a burst of hot steam. The brown-skinned young man suddenly opened his eyes in disbelief:

“It’s mine—it’s my hand! You beast, ahh ...

One of the three mysterious cloaked men who were sitting at another table had come to the owner and his cousin at some point, and was now slowly lowering the bloodstained blade.

"I hate people who waste food the most. How dare you!"

Iori said with regret: "Take this bowl of pork trotter noodles out and feed it to the dog."

Volume 31: The White Moonlight of the Entire Seireitei: Chapter : Gu, can we reconcile?

Something unexpected happened. In the blink of an eye, Xila, who had originally had a hideous smile on his face, pinched his forearm and screamed. A large amount of blood dyed the entire table red, and the other three people were splashed in the face.

"Bastard!"

The sinister young man kicked over the table, and the boiling soup spilled out. The frightened owner and cousin had no time to dodge and were about to be splashed. Iori reached out and pulled them back, thus avoiding the disaster.

Before Iori could turn around, a strong wind suddenly hit him, and a powerful spinning kick hit Iori's heart. The powerful impact caused his feet to float in the air and fly backwards.

Before the attacker, Sheila, could feel happy, his ankle suddenly tightened and Iori grabbed him in a split second, destroying his balance.

boom!

With the help of this cushioning, Iori stood firmly on the ground with his feet in a bow stance. His well-honed physical skills were fully demonstrated at this moment. His five fingers held on tightly like claws, and the pulsation of power was centered on the waist. His limbs and torso became a unified whole, all in one breath!

Phew—bang!

The muscular Silla was thrown away like a child, and like a broken sack, he made a half circle and hit the solid wall heavily, leaving fine cracks.

At the same time, Iori leaned back without thinking, exerting force with his flexible waist muscles, and his upper body was almost parallel to the ground. Then, a vacuum blade that was invisible to the naked eye passed in front of his eyes and cleanly cut a long table three meters away.

"Dodged?!" the sinister young man who launched the attack exclaimed in surprise.

"Cuck!"

Xila fell to the ground. He had already lost one hand and was now more seriously injured. It seemed that not only his bones but also his internal organs were most likely damaged.

Xila, who had never suffered such a great loss in his life, was almost gritting his teeth. Thinking that his life was safe, he looked up at the battle situation and found that except for the sinister young man, his other two men did not participate in the battle.

"Izo! What are you doing? Hurry up and chop this bastard down with Yanxin!"

Shira was furious. The imperial weapon of that woman, Cosmia, was a range attack, which was indeed not suitable for use in such a melee. But Izo was a top expert that he had recruited from all over the place. He had no idea how many murder cases he had settled for him. Now he was unwilling to help?

"Sir Silla, I am already helping."

Unexpectedly, Izo had a calm face. This warrior with black hair and black pupils, with murderous devil in his eyes, was holding the hilt of his sword, ready for battle. However, his target was not Iori, but two people at another table.

Although it cannot be seen with the naked eye, the qi of both parties are locked on each other, and victory or defeat is only a matter of seconds. If Yi Zang moves rashly, he will lose the initiative, and the same will be true for the opponent.

The beautiful Cosmia was the most uneasy one, as she knew Izang's strength very well, and anyone who could make him fearful must be a swordsman of similar level.

Her close combat ability was average, so if she was ambushed at such a close distance... Izou would be fine, but she would most likely not be able to take it, so she stayed still, waiting for Izou to attack first to attract fire so that she could escape.

"Is there anyone else?"

Only then did Xila remember that the bastard who chopped off her hand was with his companions... Now it seems that they are definitely not ordinary passers-by or foreign spies.

Anyone who can dispatch so many experts at the same time must be the assassins of the Revolutionary Army!

In the blink of an eye, the sinister young man Yan Xin had been forced into a desperate situation by Iori in just a few moves, and was about to collapse. At this time, Sheila saw the shop owner and cousin shivering in the corner out of the corner of her eyes.

Being cruel by nature, he suddenly had an idea. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt a sharp pain in his right foot:

With that previous grab, Iori had directly crushed his ankle!

What a terrifying finger strength! Even the monks in the Royal Fist Temple who specialize in practicing finger strength are probably no better than this!

Silla was even more frightened, gritted her teeth and stood up...

"Stop it all!"

Silla pressed her cousin's neck with her broken hand, and pointed her intact left hand at Iori: "Aren't you going to save these two people? If you don't stop, I will break her neck immediately!"

"Help~" my cousin screamed miserably.

"Varied--"

Iori, who was fighting with Yan Xin with a sword, suddenly stopped, with a look of grief and anger on his face: "Despicable villain!"

"what!"

Xila was overjoyed, thinking that this was another fool who was deceived by the revolutionary army's propaganda offensive and actually cared about the lives of these untouchables.

Well, since you have weaknesses and soft spots, you are destined to be taken advantage of. Wait and see how I deal with you!

I will love this woman you want to save well in front of you!

Yan Xin, who was struggling to hold on, showed a secretly happy expression when he saw this scene——

Zheng!

With a flash of sword light, the sinister young man's head and body were separated, drops of blood splattered, reflecting Iori's cold eyes.

"Yan...you——"

Ding!

Silla felt a pain in the back of his neck, his vision suddenly blurred, and then his hand felt lighter, and his crying cousin somehow broke free from his hands.

"what happened……"

A tingling sensation came from the back of her neck. Although Silla was conscious, her body was out of control and she fell backwards as if she was drunk.

No! My situation is very bad!

Although Xila was a scumbag, he was a scumbag with combat experience and knew very well that he was poisoned.

With trauma and poisoning, you can't hold on in this situation, you must escape!

So he subconsciously reached for a secret pocket on his body... and then froze.

"No?"

He then touched other places, becoming more and more flustered.

"Gone? Gone? How come it's gone?!"

His imperial weapon——【Dimensional Array·Shangri-La】is gone!

"Could it be the battle just now... Impossible!"

Without his greatest support, Xila panicked. Even though one of his hands had been chopped off before, he was just angry, not as impatient as he is now.

Because [Shangri-La] is a rare space-type imperial weapon, with it in hand, Shila can move forward and backward freely, and he can retreat calmly no matter what desperate situation he falls into.

Precisely because of this confidence, Sheila has always been arrogant and has never been afraid even of the legendary imperial general and the strongest imperial weapon user.

Although he had just arrived here and had not had time to set up marks, making it difficult to use it directly in battle, at least he would have no problem escaping.

——But now it’s gone!

Silla, who was seriously injured, suddenly felt the fatal crisis!

"This is... you? You bitch!"

Xila looked up angrily, but the timid cousin had already put on an indifferent expression, looking down at him with contempt as if he were an insect.