foreigner's journey

Chapter 534 Long-winded
At some point, the surrounding scenery has turned into an old, not-so-spacious grocery store.

The six rows of shelves are neither new nor old, and the shelves are scattered with low-quality daily necessities. The electric fan above the head is whirling feebly, making a creaking noise.

Heather sat on the old wooden chair in front of the counter, watching the figure behind the counter.

Father Jack, the fat old man who saved Heather's life and died because of Heather, was standing behind the counter with a smile on his face, pointing at Heather with his short, carrot-like fingers:

"Why do you put on such a ghostly look, Master Hai doesn't know me, Father Jack, when he travels far away?"

"Traveling to a distant place... yes, it is indeed a trip to a distant place."

Heather sighed slowly, who would have thought of that?When I stepped out of the gate confidently with the poor travel expenses in my pocket, I never saw old Jack again.

Father Jack took out a box of expensive cigarettes from under the counter, which he was reluctant to open on weekdays, put one in the corner of his mouth, and lit the lighter with a snap.

The red light flickering at the end of the cigarette flickered on and off, and the smoke was lingering, and the figure of old Jack became blurred, and only his voice could be heard:

"Depressed, this is not like you. I don't regret picking you up on the side of the road. Besides, didn't you help me avenge myself?"

"Feel sorry."

Heather was silent for a while before speaking.

"Are you really Heather? Don't you pretend to be someone else? I am very satisfied to have a V5 buried with me. Hey, Heather."

Old Jack's figure gradually mixed with the lingering smoke and dissolved in the air, leaving only his laughter:

"Since you have embarked on a journey, don't give up halfway, go to the end for me!"

Heather was the only one left in the grocery supermarket. Looking at the gradually dimming lights above her head, Heather showed a faint smile of relief:
"... long-winded."

The surrounding scene collapsed inch by inch when the lights were completely dimmed, and changed into a new scene again, a meadow dotted with flowers surrounded by jungle.

"What, what? Can the Lord God actually see the illusion in his heart through me?"

A young man with soft blond hair hanging down to his waist and a face resembling the combination of the little prince and Sephiroth sat cross-legged on the stone platform in the middle of the grass, looking at Heather with great interest:
"Ah, please don't worry, the phantoms you have seen and the words you have spoken are all happening in your heart, I can't see or hear you? I'm just a mirror, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is— —”

"I am reincarnated with each other."

Heather indifferently interrupted the self-introduction of Biwomu Reincarnation:
"After living for three hundred and fifty-two years, you seem to have cultivated all your skills in escape and defense."

Bi Womu reincarnation tilted his head: "Oh, I'm afraid of pain! I hate fighting with people. When I meet a vicious person, I just turn around and run away. If the other party can't catch up, I will give up naturally. I am indeed a god! , you actually know the name of a vulgar countryman like me. I also tried my best to erect a 'mirror' that can allow the gods to talk to you inwardly, are you satisfied?"

As he spoke, he bowed his hands to Heather with a flattering look on his face.

"I haven't had a dream for a long time... It really gave me a good dream."

Heather waved her hand: "Forget it, I won't pursue the matter of hiding [Chengdao] and secretly manipulating the puppet [Weidao]."

"Your magnanimity makes the villain so grateful." In front of Heather, Bi Womu Samsara no longer called himself an 'immortal', and kept his posture very low.

Because he could clearly feel that the actions of the [Susano] in front of him contained a terrifying and destructive force capable of destroying the country. Even if he could escape, he could not escape from the country in an instant. It is also impossible to resist the mountain torrent, tsunami and world-destroying thunder. In addition, I did hide my figure and used the [micro knife] to interfere with the swordsmanship duel in front of the gods. It is always right to lower my posture.

"I hate fake scenes, go back."

I saw Heather raised his finger, and four golden runes of the Guluot Empire shone on the back of his hand for a moment, and the illusion of the surrounding jungle and grass suddenly collapsed. Heather returned to the seat of God, and Biwo The image of the incarnation of reincarnation stands on the altar beside him, but no one else seems to see him.

Bi Womu reincarnation suddenly shuddered, and then realized that the "Illusion·Quan" that he was proud of was nothing more than a quack trick that could be easily dispelled in the eyes of this god.The reason why the other party is willing to play with him is probably because he wants to use his 'mirror' to have a conversation with himself.

God, it's really unpredictable.

At this time, on the Yanwu stage, the battle between Tsuruga camouflage and Satoemon Zaemon was drawing to a close.

[Flame Knife Gun] with two spears can't break through the defensive formation set up by Qiandao Qiandao even if it shoots bullets continuously.

Thousands of knives sprang out of nowhere from all directions, blocking or directly smashing the bullets with the blade of the sword, and metal debris continued to sprinkle in the sky, making dense clashing sounds.

When the bullets are exhausted after all, but the thousands of knives of the Tsuruga camouflage are endless.

Left and right Taemon Zaemon's failure was doomed.

Click!The repeating revolver in Emon Zaemon's left hand let out a hollow sound, and finally ran out of bullets.Immediately afterwards, the automatic repeating pistol in his right hand no longer fired bullets.

Now, Uemon Zaemon can only rely on the sharp blades at the front of the two guns for close combat.

Under the hard-shell mask with [Unbearable] written on it, a helpless smile was outlined: "...Is this the so-called [Run out of ammunition and food]? Heh, facing the god-made weapons and the god-chosen ones, there is still something wrong." Not enough."

He stood up straight, turned his head to look at Negating Ji in the distance, and said softly in a voice that no one could hear:

"My lord princess, please allow me to die for you."

Even though there was a long distance where words could never be conveyed, Negating Ji's hand shaking the flower fan still froze slightly.

After telling the obsession in his heart, Uemon Zaemon turned his head to look at Tsuruga camouflage: "Camouflage God, it's time for the final blow."

The Tsuruga camouflage face nodded slightly solemnly: "Then come on, at least the last blow, I can give it to you."

"Greatful."

Uemon Zaemon lowered his body, then rushed towards the Tsuruga camouflage, clenched his katana with both hands in an X-shape, and swung it vigorously——

"【Condemnation Flame Knife】!"

What responded to him was a bright knife light.Even people, with guns, smashed with one blow.

Blood wrapped in shards of steel, splashed in the sky.

With a thud, Uemon Zaemon fell heavily to the ground, and there was no more sound. The hard-shell mask with the words "Unbearable" cracked several times, and finally turned into fragments of different sizes and fell into the bloody water. middle.

Negating Ji's hands trembled, as if she wanted to fan the flower fan as if nothing had happened, but after a few efforts, she could only let the flower fan fall to the ground feebly, making a sad sound, just like her voice talking to herself:
"In the end, he was a worrying guy. Do you think I will be moved by saying this? What a... idiot."

On the court, the black-clothed referee waved down the small flag in his hand, announcing the winner.

The swordsmanship duel in front of the gods, the outcome of the seven rounds.winner -

Tsuruga camouflage!

　PS: I don’t know what to say for the latest news about One Piece... Co-authored Shao Shao Guo blocked the magma fruit’s punch for Sun God Fruit?
　　
　
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