At this moment, a black mist floated over Tokyo that was difficult to dissipate. With the appearance of the holy skeleton, the dark clouds began to gather together, and another layer of shell was wrapped around the black mist.
The heavy rain hit the ground like rocks, but it could not clean away the thick black fog. Instead, it mixed with it, causing sewage to flow across the streets of Tokyo, exuding a dizzying pungent smell.
The wind blew from east to west, blowing from the sea, howling and spreading the black mist produced by the unknown chemicals throughout Tokyo. People were coughing, cursing, dizzy, and their limbs seemed to be shaking uncontrollably.
And when a few people raised their heads and looked at the proud Mount Fuji from the steel and concrete city of Tokyo, they discovered that the mountain that was blurred in the smoke also appeared in black at the same time.
fog.
Mount Fuji, alive!
That day, the residents of Tokyo screamed and huddled at their work stations. Helpless ordinary people took their mobile phones and cursed the incompetence of bureaucrats on the Internet, while the powerful rushed to several people in Tokyo.
Airport, can't wait to leave Tokyo, a place of right and wrong.
As for those who have reached the pinnacle and are on top of the world, they scold some guys with yellow eyes and blast the execution department's phone calls through various channels.
But all this has nothing to do with the crazy-looking Toruya Miyamoto in Mount Fuji. He looked at the naked girl on the ground and pulled out a thick needle from the instrument next to him. The terrifying look was basically for giving medicine to animals.
needle.
But Toru Miyamoto stabbed the needle into his arm without caring, and looked at the red blood that appeared on the needle. He smiled and looked at the girl on the ground. The holy bones had penetrated into her body, leaving only the poor end.
The short tail is waving.
He took another similar needle, and the sharp needle pierced the girl's arm, but Miyamoto Tetsuya's old face showed a trace of displeasure.
There was no blood returning to the end of the needle, which meant that he did not insert the needle into the girl's blood vessel.
Do my hands shake too?
Miyamoto Toru also thought this way. Although he was not a skilled doctor, it was still easy to find a blood vessel.
Maybe I'm too excited
Miyamoto Toru also shook his head, re-aimed at the girl's arm, and inserted the needle into it, but it was a completely different feeling. Even though Miyamoto Toru inserted it hard, the girl's skin seemed to have a steel plate installed.
The needle is stuck tightly, and I can't find any money.
"Old sir, I can't let you hurt my young master." A charming girl called out in elegant Chinese. Miyamoto Tetsuya's hands were trembling. He raised his head and looked around, but the surroundings were quiet.
Yes, there is no one.
Even that weird "Hans" has disappeared.
The fear in Miyamoto Tetsuya's heart was even worse. His lips trembled and he shouted out of control:
"Who, come out!"
Miyamoto Tetsuya yelled in Japanese, but there was no response.
Only the howling wind in the sky stirred above his head. The sound of the wind became louder and louder, like the devil's evil laugh or the roar of a giant.
That day, Toru Miyamoto raised his head and saw his nightmare falling from the sky.
Ender rode the wind and fell from the sky, turning into a human form in the sky. When he dropped from the sky with his team in a handsome pose, he saw an ugly old madman shouting his name:
"Lu Ande, I knew it," Tetsuya Miyamoto looked at the familiar man in front of him: "Come and witness, come and witness the moment when I become a god!"
Gu Nao
At that time, Toru Miyamoto seemed to have returned to that carefree afternoon when he was a child. At that time, he was only two or three years old, sitting on the second floor of the Miyamoto family's luxurious bungalow, watching the women on the street promoting food. Women's Stand Up slogan.
The precocious Toruya Miyamoto certainly knew the fate of those women. They were sent to the front lines of the battlefield as playthings of the soldiers. Only one in a hundred of them could return to the island country.
But this has nothing to do with him. His room is filled with exquisite insect models, and he eats exquisite food that hungry women can't even imagine.
He clearly knows how all this came about. Thanks to the war and his family, who plundered outside, he has such a privileged life, which seems to be in another dimension with the common people.
But that beautiful life ended at a certain moment, when the news of his parents' death came, and the person who killed them was the man who appeared in front of him at this moment:
Lu Ande, who organized hybrids in China and continuously eroded the power of the eight Sheqi families.
What followed was the end of the war. The power of the eight Sheqi families was completely controlled by the secret party. Then Miyamoto Tetsuya went dormant until now.
But when faced with Miyamoto Tetsuya, who had the revenge of killing his father, Ender's reaction was very dull: "Oh, you continue..."
"Don't you understand, stupid China pig, that the Holy Grail and the Holy Skeleton are combined into one, and the White King is about to be resurrected!" Toruya Miyamoto yelled, completely ignoring the murderous intent that flashed across Ender's face.
Ender rubbed his fingers and said casually: "If the child behind you is the Holy Grail, who is the girl next to me?"
With that said, Lu Li stepped forward and lifted the hood on her head, revealing her beautiful face.
"So, can you do that again?" Ender mocked the stunned Miyamoto Tetsuya in front of him, imitating his actions: "The Holy Grail and the Holy Skeleton merge into one, and the White King is about to be resurrected!"
"Hahahaha!" Ender held his stomach and smiled exaggeratedly: "Ange, this guy is so funny, he is just like the trash villains from the 1980s."
The feeling of powerlessness rushed to Miyamoto Tetsuya like a tide. He stood there blankly. If what he got was not the real Holy Grail, then who was this fake Holy Grail?
The male voice behind him answered his doubts.
"Sorry, I actually didn't mean to pretend to be that similar."
Later, Toru Miyamoto felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. A hand with sharp claws and a bark-like texture penetrated his abdomen. He turned around and saw only a pair of golden eyes like an emperor, cold and killing. The meaning flowed out from those eyes, gradually freezing his heart.
Lu Mingfei changed back to his original state at some point. He was holding a bronze mask in his left hand, and his right hand turned into a sharp claw, which penetrated Miyamoto Tetsuya's fragile abdomen. He didn't react until the old man fell slowly.
I didn't wear anything.
"Wait, wait!" Lu Mingfei hurriedly covered his lower body with a mask, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his butt: "Ouch, what is it!"
So under the gazes of his uncle, sister, principal and unrelated persons, Uesugoshi, Lu Mingfei reached behind his back and pulled out a strange-looking facehugger with bloodshot eyes from his butt.