No. 0 looked into her eyes with a smile on his lips, "Then make it up now."
Renata's slender figure spun in front of Zero, her skirt spread out like a peacock's tail feathers.
As the tango gradually came to an end, Zero pulled her, and she pressed her fingers on Zero's palm and began to spin. Her skirt flew up and the sound of her heels hitting the ground formed a series of Allegro.
Zero exuded a sense of confidence, an unparalleled confidence. With a sense of strength, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Renata's tiny palm. That was the last moment of the dance.
"Dance beautifully, my little princess."
Renata's pretty face was slightly red and she was panting slightly. In fact, with her physique, dancing is not so tiring, just because of the people dancing with her.
"I'll give you a small gift, although today is not your birthday." Zero said softly, and a small box appeared in his hand.
It was the tin box. Number Zero gently placed the box in her palm. The bright yellow Arctic poppy bloomed in the extreme cold, and the stems were so green that it reminded people of spring.
"Every girl should receive a little surprise prepared by a boy for her at any time. A girl without a gift is very pitiful." He said to the girl in front of him with a smile.
Number Zero then turned around to face the frozen Caesar, showing a ruthless sneer, "Not everyone can touch my girl."
He snapped his fingers, and all the guns scattered around floated, the magazines opened automatically, and bullets were unloaded one by one.
Zero pointed with his finger, and a bullet was pulled by him, floating tremblingly above his head, as if it had escaped the gravity of the earth.
He pulled the bullets up one after another, like God arranging the newly created sky with stars. These Frigga bullets trembled, like a group of elves waking up from a dream, and the mottled brass bullets shone slightly.
In the light, ancient patterns emerge.
He turned around and joked with Renata, "This guy's white formal suit that looks like a gigolo will probably be red in the future."
Renata said nothing, she looked into his eyes.
He lowered his head and kissed Renata's lips, as if he were the emperor who ruled the world and held the queen in his arms.
The primers of all the bullets were suddenly dented, hundreds of bullets were fired at the same time, and the barrage poured towards Caesar and other student union members, so dense that they could collide in the air.
More bullets were unloaded from the magazine and floated, sliding along the invisible bullet rail to the positions designated for them by No. 0, and then fired.
But Renata couldn't see her. She was completely absorbed in the kiss. She wanted to keep kissing like this until the end of the world.
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Chu Zihang glanced at the two Glocks on Jiu Dema's waist, and related to what she just said, she probably wouldn't use a gun to attack.
Mai Shutoku took out a few smoke bombs from behind, smashed them on the ground, and then her whole body was hidden in the gradually rising smoke.
The entire church was shrouded in smoke.
Chu Zihang was concentrating on guarding his surroundings, his golden eyes constantly shifting his gaze.
"Hey!" Sure enough, that was the sound of Mai Shutoku pulling out the two dachi swords behind her back.
"Here we come!" His heart trembled.
The sound of metal roared like a sea wave. Chu Zihang threw Murasame's scabbard in the direction of the sound, slightly delaying the attack rhythm of Shutoku Mai, and was able to take the time to lift Murasame's block in front of him, blocking the attack of Shutoku.
Demai's knife attack.
He flipped his wrist, violently lifted Murasame up, shook Shukutoku Mai's double swords away, and then made a cross horizontally and vertically at extremely fast speed.
Three knives clashed in the smoke screen, and the blade briefly cut through the smoke screen. In the flying sparks, Chu Zihang saw Jiudoku Mai's face with a pointed forehead flashing in front of him, and the crimson eyeshadow in the corners of her eyes was as rich as
Blood.
Jiude Mai retreats at the first touch.
Chu Zihang's judgment was correct. The duel Mai was going to have was not with a gun, so she drew her sword.
Hanging two Glocks in a conspicuous position, Mai Shutoku is a fashionable girl with a proud face, a figure and enthusiasm. From side to side, she looks like a fashionable girl. However, her real proud weapons are those two knives with intentionality. p>
She specializes in close combat.
"That's right." Mai Shutoku's satisfied chuckle came from all directions.
It was just a momentary difference. If it hadn't been for the fact that Murasame's scabbard he threw out slightly blocked Mai, Chu Zihang would have been hit head-on. This is different from a gunfight. This moment is a life-and-death struggle.
Chu Zihang lowered his head, and the high concentration of dragon blood in his blood vessels flowed at high speed. He concentrated all his nerves on his ears and listened with all his concentration.
"Poof"! Chu Zihang heard a sound. The sound was like someone blowing bamboo leaves, or like wind passing through the flute hole. There were two of them, like two wind elves, dancing in the air.<
/p>
He slashed in that direction, and Murasame's gleaming blade temporarily cut through the smoke screen, but there was no one in that direction.
"Fell into a trap!" Chu Zihang's heart sank, but he did not hesitate. He immediately reversed the handle of the knife and stabbed Murasame backwards. As expected, Shutoku Mai was behind him, and the two swords exchanged blows with his Murasame. Chu Zihang
This sneak attack was successfully resolved.
Mai Shutoku disappeared again, but the voice was still echoing in all directions.
It should be the two silver headbands of Mai Shutori. Chu Zihang judged that damn it, he was not Caesar and did not have "Word Spirit Kamamaita". Why bother him with his voice? He relied on combat intuition and
Response speed.
He also discovered one thing. It was difficult for him to detect the sound of the knife in advance. The two small dachi swords must have been specially designed. The wind was very small and the sound was extremely soft. Moreover, the sound of the knife was exactly the same as the whistling sound of the butterfly hairpins on Mai's temples.
.
Two intertwined whistling sounds revolved rapidly around Chu Zihang, rising and falling, going forward and back, like a ghost.
A few seconds have passed, and Mai Shutoku hasn't made a third slash yet, but from which angle will the next slash come? It's unimaginable.
Chu Zihang felt that this was the most troublesome opponent he had ever encountered. He was as elusive as a ghost.
"Are you a ninja?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.
"Yes." The voice came from directly in front, but the whistle came from behind, "Ninjutsu is passed down from the Shutoku family."
"Let's fight quickly. Can three swords resolve this battle?" Chu Zihang asked. There is no end to this waste. He has to find a way to end it. He is confident that he can block these three swords.
"Okay, if you say three knives, then three knives." Mai smiled softly and said, "But don't be afraid, it will be seriously injured at most. I have always been merciful to handsome young guys like you."
The tip of Murasame's knife drooped and pointed toward the ground. Chu Zihang had a wide gap in front and behind him. He gave up all defensive postures and stood upright silently.
"The first knife!" Mai Shutoku's chuckle was captured one meter away from the front.
Chu Zihang raised his hand violently, but Murasame did not slash forward, but blocked it above his head.
Just a few tenths of a second later, he heard whistling and knife sounds coming from above his head. The real blow was aimed at Chu Zihang's heart, not from directly in front of where the sound came from.
The two swords clashed, and Mai, who was as light as a cicada's wing, slid away silently with the power of the sword, and disappeared into the smoke screen again.
"The reaction speed and combat intuition are astonishing. He is indeed the ace of the execution department who has experienced hundreds of battles." Mai's chuckles were everywhere.
"How much do you know about Kassel College?" Chu Zihang asked, and he returned to his posture of bowing his head in silence. "Not only do you know that I am a member of the execution department, but you also know about my mission experience."
"There is no comment on this. You just need to know that you will lose, so take it! The second knife!"
Chu Zihang's heart trembled, as whistling and knife sounds were heard above his head and below his feet at the same time. Above and below, there seemed to be two Shutoku Mai who were attacking him at the same time.
Chu Zihang did not hesitate, he made a diving leap forward, Murasame's long and strong blade passed smoothly behind him, building a layer of defense.
The pursuing Kodachi and Murasame passed each other within a centimeter of each other without making any sound, and Mai disappeared into the smoke screen again.
"You just used the sound of issuing cards to make up a fictional version of yourself." Chu Zihang rolled on the spot and stood up.
"Clever, the third and final knife!"
He must concentrate and go all out. This is a rare opportunity for actual combat. It cannot be compared with those small fish and shrimps in the execution department. He has never encountered such an opponent.
Sweat poured out of every pore on his body, and the inside of the Lion Heart Club uniform was completely soaked, as if he had just run a marathon on the track and field.
But there is a refreshing feeling. Ever since that rainy night, he has been born for fighting. Just like the hatred roaring in his heart, he enjoys the process of fighting and devotes himself to it.
"Once violently bloody"!
The golden pupils in his eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were burning. Chu Zihang took a deep breath, and each breath was sucked into the depths of his lungs. His heart beat at high speed, and oxygen was transported to the body by the sublimated and purified dragon blood.
every corner.
The dragon side deep in the soul has awakened and is roaring with excitement, and every muscle cell is highly tense.
But when he heard the sound of a bamboo flute being blown open, he was suddenly stunned.
The butterfly hairpins on Shuutoku Mai's temples made a sound like a sad Japanese flute. But now, the sound of the flute gradually dissipated, leaving only a vague tail note.
There is only one explanation. Mai, who relied on extreme speed and ghostly attacks as her winning conditions, suddenly stopped and gave up all her advantages.
But the strange thing is that the final sound comes from every angle in all directions, 360 degrees, and there is a Mai standing in every degree of space.
In a world with wide vision, this is simply impossible. No word spirit can produce an effect similar to the "Clone Technique".
But in a world where a cloud of smoke blocked his sight, judging from the sounds he heard after his hearing was enhanced by the bloodshed, that was it.
Chu Zihang lowered his head, and from the sounds he heard, he gradually constructed an image. Countless linens stood in a circle around him, raising the knife in their hands at an extremely slow speed, so that there was no need to touch the knife.
will make any sound.
360 sharp knives will be activated at any time.
Chu Zihang had no expression on his face, he just held the Murasame in his hand tightly, which could bring him a kind of strength, just like the man who held another Murasame and jumped towards the god on the throne a few years ago.
The last sword is like a duel between Japanese samurai. The murderous intent has frozen time, just waiting for a flying leaf to cut the silence, so the samurai's Iai sword is unsheathed!
An instant burst of sword light!
"Ding"!
The sound was like a bell, like a knife cutting through the taut strings.
The balanced situation collapsed, and 360 Mai rushed towards Chu Zihang at the same time. Every degree within 360 degrees was a sharp blade. Mai Shutoku's "Secret Art: Blade Spin Arashi" surrounded him like a storm of sword light.
Chu Zihang suddenly closed his eyes, turned around, squatted down, held the knife in both hands, and went all out to slash towards his right rear!
At the last moment, he did not judge the enemy's position at all. The force and angle of the sword he swung were already set in his mind, as accurately as if he had measured it with a square ruler.
Murasame faced one of the 360 Mai, and the blades collided, making a harsh sound.
All conjectures collapsed at this moment. The two people's breaths blew into each other's faces, and all their strength was pressed against the blade.
"Not bad, how did you find out my true location?" Mai asked.
"Then how did you create sounds from all directions at the same time?" Chu Zihang asked with a cold face.
At this time, the surrounding smoke screen gradually dissipated, just like the curtain gradually falling at the end of the play.
"I won't tell you." Mai Shutoku raised the corners of her mouth proudly.
"Then I won't say anything." Chu Zihang said calmly, "The smoke bomb has dissipated. I don't think you can beat me when you no longer have the advantage of vision."
"Tch." In Chu Zihang's eyes, Mai pouted, "What a boring man. I'm a little worried about that girl. I really don't know how she fell in love with a piece of wood."
"What girl?" Chu Zihang was stunned, "You mean Su Qian? You actually know her?"
"It's not Susie." Mai Shutoku showed him an incomprehensible smile, "Forget it, you don't know even if I tell you."
Suddenly, a vague figure emerged in Chu Zihang's mind. She was singing, and her singing voice was like a sea wave. The wave was about to drown him, and there were people watching him in the sea of people.
Her eyes are also like tide.
But soon, that figure disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Chu Zihang shook his head and put that strange feeling behind him. There was no such girl in his memory.
He returned his attention to the battle and asked Shutoku Mai: "What should we do now? Is it a draw?"
"Of course I win." Mai said.
Chu Zihang's forehead was pressed by a cold object. He was stunned for a moment and realized that it was Mai's Glock.
With one hand, Mai held the knife against Murasame, and with the other hand, she pulled out the Glock from her waist and held it against Chu Zihang's forehead, "Put down the knife. Although I also used Frigga bullets, I don't know what happens if Frigga bullets are fired against the forehead."
What, maybe it won’t vaporize in time and punch a hole in your forehead?”
"Didn't you agree to use a knife?" Chu Zihang's face became colder and colder. When Jiude Mai pointed a gun at him, he had to remove the power from the knife.
"When did I say that? Even if I said it, do you believe what the girl said? Or is she a beautiful girl like me?" Mai gently tapped his forehead with her Glock, "This time I'll give it to you.
Lesson: Seeing as your emotional intelligence is so low, you can’t find a girlfriend, right?"
"I thought the Japanese would follow the Bushido." Chu Zihang said expressionlessly, "Also, I do not have a girlfriend, it's just that I don't want to find one."
"Then if one day a girl you like and likes you appears, what will you do?" Mai Shutoku suddenly asked.
Chu Zihang was stunned. He didn't know what to say. He had never thought about this problem. His life was only divided into two parts, half before that rainy night and half after that rainy night.
"Sister, I'll teach you another lesson." Mai sighed quietly. In fact, she was also very emotional. This reminded her of herself and the person who could not be touched no matter what.
"If you like someone, go find her all over the world. Don't wait for her to come to you, she may be waiting for you too..."