Chapter six hundred and fifth lighters that do not speak martial arts
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Looking at the terrifying beast in front of them, which was completely black and covered with black barbs on its back, the guards felt their feet weak and their faces full of fear.
"Puff puff……"
Under the control of Suzuki Seimei, the Xuanwu machine beast violently raised its giant metal claws and slapped the frightened guards, mercilessly beating them into a pulp.
"stop--"
After easily getting rid of the obstructive guards, Suzuki Seimei followed closely to control the mechanism, and a black shadow suddenly shot out from behind the Xuanwu Machine Beast.
"Kakaka..."
"boom!
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The hard crystal cage was covered with cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then exploded. Clear spring water mixed with crystal fragments instantly covered the entire dungeon floor.
"Da da da……"
Along with the sound of feet stepping on the water, a charming and charming figure walked out of the mist with mysterious steps.
The first thing that appeared in Suzuki Seimei's sight was a pair of dreamy aqua blue eyes, like smoke and mist.
Secondly, she has a standard face with oval seeds, and her facial features are extremely beautiful. It is definitely a fine figure carefully crafted by Nuwa.
What then appeared in Suzuki Seimei's sight was that graceful and concave figure, with a bit too much being too much and a bit too little being too little.
The black and soft green hair hung casually on her chest, covering the proud pair of consciences, which were faintly visible, but added a bit of mystery.
What finally appeared in front of Suzuki Seimei was the pair of slender snow-white jade legs and the shining bone-scraping steel knife.
???
Looking up at the Xuanwu machine beast in front of her, Yan Lingji couldn't help but have doubts in her beautiful eyes.
Just now, Yan Lingji sensed such a big commotion outside the cage, and thought it was the Wushuang ghost coming to rescue her. Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of her was a large machine beast.
"Kakaka..."
The sound of a mechanism suddenly sounded, and the black shadow that shattered the crystal cage was pulled back behind the Xuanwu Machine Beast.
"Snakehead?"
Although it was just a glimpse, Yan Lingji could still clearly see the appearance of the black shadow.
At the forefront of the black shadow is a bronze snake head the size of a millstone, and a long bronze chain is connected to the back of the snake head.
"Xuanwu!"
Combined with the turtle-like appearance of the machine beast in front of you, plus the iconic snake tail, isn't it the legendary Xuanwu beast?
"Kakaka..."
Under Yan Lingji's somewhat guarded gaze, the turtle shell on the back of the Xuanwu machine beast slowly opened, and Suzuki Seimei, wearing a black outfit, jumped out of the machine beast's body.
"Are you Yan Lingji?"
Suzuki Seimei stared at Yan Lingji and looked her up and down, nodded with satisfaction and said: "She is indeed the most beautiful woman in Baiyue! She is even more beautiful than I imagined. I happen to lack a personal maid by my side. From now on, you
Come be my personal maid!"
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Seeing Suzuki Seimei's cute look asking questions to herself, Yan Lingji felt a little funny inexplicably.
However, Yan Lingji did not pay attention to Suzuki Seimei's words. Instead, she walked up to him with lotus steps and stretched out her jade hand to caress his cheek.
"Ding! Congratulations on successfully signing in to Yan Ling Ji. You will be rewarded with a Dacheng-level "Zhu Rong Jue". The host can receive it at any time."
The moment Yan Lingji touched Suzuki Seimei, a pleasant sound sounded in his ears.
"Zhu Rong Jue" is a secret technique unique to Baiyue. Practitioners can release and control flames at will, just like the fire god Zhu Rong in myths and legends.
When Suzuki Seimei and Yan Lingji looked at each other, she activated the "Fire Charm Technique" without hesitation, pulling Suzuki Seimei into the illusion.
"Bah!"
Looking at Suzuki Seimei who was trapped in the illusion and unable to extricate himself, Yan Lingji leaned over and took a sip of incense on his forehead. She said with a smile: "Little brother, I don't have time to play house with you. I'll see you again~"
After Yan Lingji finished speaking, she directly passed over the Xuanwu Machine Beast blocking the way and walked towards the outside of the dungeon.
"Go to sleep~"
The moment Yan Lingji walked out of the dungeon, a whisper full of magic suddenly sounded in her ears, causing her to lose consciousness instantly and fall into a dream.
"No! No! Ahhhh..."
Yan Lingji, who was pulled into a dream, once again returned to the scene she least wanted to face.
Flames, wails, blood, helplessness and despair!
Looking at the villagers who were slaughtered by the bandits, and her younger brother who depended on each other, lying in a pool of blood with horror on their faces, Yan Lingji, who was hiding in the cupboard, trembled and covered her mouth, and shed two lines of regret.
of tears.
"Why bother?"
After using the "Dream Demon Technique" to pull Yan Lingji into a nightmare, Suzuki Seimei shook her head helplessly as she looked at her uncontrollably trembling delicate body and the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
If it weren't for her own rescue, Yan Lingji would still be locked in a crystal cage!
As the saying goes: There is no way to repay the kindness of saving a life, only to promise it with one's own body.
Now that Suzuki Seimei has rescued Yan Lingji from the crystal cage, it shouldn't be too much to ask her to be his personal maid, right?
But I didn't expect that Yan Lingji, who was not a martial artist, would throw an illusion on me and try to run away. Of course, Suzuki Seimei couldn't coddle her.
While Yan Lingji was haunted by nightmares, Suzuki Seimei summoned the [Silk Belt Clone] and put all the thousand-year crystal fragments into the storage space.
The hardness of these thousand-year crystals is comparable to steel, and they also have the properties of one-way mirrors, which can be used to refine the windshield of the machine beast.
"Wake up!"
Just when Yan Lingji was about to collapse in her nightmare, an extremely gentle voice suddenly sounded, pulling her out of the endless abyss.
Yan Lingji, who woke up from the nightmare, suddenly thought that Suzuki Seimei was her brother who died tragically. She hugged him in her arms and shouted with tears streaming down her face: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's all my sister's fault...
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Listening to Yan Lingji's cries, which sounded like Du Juan crying for blood, Suzuki Qingming couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt in her heart, as she seemed to have gone too far.
Suzuki Seimei reached out and hugged Yan Lingji, caressed her black hair, and comforted her softly: "It's not your fault, none of this is your fault, no one will blame you..."
The nightmare that Yan Lingji experienced just now could not be hidden from Suzuki Seimei's eyes, so he knew very well that Yan Lingji could not be blamed for the tragedy.
Back then, Yan Lingji was just a girl who didn't know martial arts. Facing those bandits who killed without blinking an eye, she had no choice but to hide.
If Yan Lingji ran out of the closet, not only would she not be able to save her brother, but she would be ravaged to death by those bandits.