I became the sun god.

Chapter 152 Is This a Samurai?

"who!"

Hearing that teasing voice, the boy forcefully let out a low growl.

"What a cunning little mouse."

"If the buyer hadn't ordered your kidney, I would have given up on finding you."

The voice didn't answer the boy, but his tone became a little bit resentful.

Accompanied by that voice, four big men covered in tattoos revealed their figures from behind the big tree.

Chill!

One of the big men licked the human blood on his fingers intoxicated, with a ferocious smile on his face:

"Thanks to this dead ghost, otherwise we wouldn't have found you out of curiosity."

"Tell me, where is that little girl?"

Seeing the few people who appeared in the park and hearing their unscrupulous remarks, the boy's face became extremely gloomy.

He subconsciously looked at the grass, and sure enough there was a faint bloodstain extending in from the outside.

"It's the blood of the samurai uncle."

"hateful…"

The boy clenched his fist vigorously, he knew why he was discovered.

But the boy didn't blame the samurai uncle.

After all, he was the one who wanted to let the samurai uncle die in peace, and the samurai uncle didn't intend to bleed to expose himself.

Everything can only be said to be fate.

"Don't even want to know where Rouzi is!"

Facing the four burly men, the boy turned and ran without any hesitation.

"Hahaha!"

"Even if you don't say it, we know it."

"Could it be...following this blood, you can find her?"

"Don't rush to answer, our people have already passed."

"I have plenty of time to play hide-and-seek with you."

"Catch him for me!"

Looking at the boy who was as nimble as a monkey, the big tattooed man who led him laughed, and surrounded him with a wave of his hand.

"Oops!"

"Soko is in danger!"

After all, the young man is too young. Hearing such a statement at first, the whole person is confused.

With an anxious expression on his face, the boy subconsciously ran towards the park gate.

And this is undoubtedly in the hands of those big men.

"Hahaha, get down on the ground!"

"It makes me unable to eat, you are a real thief!"

"If I hadn't wanted your kidney, I would have buried you now."

He slapped the boy down, and the big man kicked him a few times in frustration.

It wasn't until the young man bowed into a prawn that he couldn't move anymore that the big man stopped beating him.

"Okay, take it away."

"That little girl should have been resolved, we can go back and deal with business."

The big man twisted his neck and ordered his men to take the boy away.

The weak boy, who was so helpless, was lifted up by several big men.

dong dong dong...

But at this moment, a violent heartbeat suddenly sounded, and the whole park seemed to be trembling along with it.

"Nani? What's the sound?"

The sudden heartbeat startled several people, and they hurriedly searched for the source of the sound.

I saw the soil at the small grave just now was trembling constantly.

Boom boom boom!
Every time the heartbeat sounded, a large amount of soil was shaken away.

"What the hell?"

Several big men showed serious expressions on their faces, and some of them even took out their pistols.

boom!
But before they could react, thunder and lightning descended from the sky with a loud bang.

While the wind was whistling, thunder and lightning struck the tomb bag, making violent noises.

As the dazzling light dissipated, a shabby warrior with vicissitudes of life appeared there at some unknown time.

"Wu... Uncle Samurai?"

The boy caught between his ribs by the big man suddenly widened his eyes.

Although Miyamotogawa at this moment has restored its original appearance, it is very different from that scorched corpse.

But the two famous knives on his waist have not changed at all, they are exactly the same as when the boy buried him.

"Let him go."

Miyamoto Chuan raised his head slowly, looking at those big men like knives in his eyes.

The moment Miyamotochuan commented, those big men seemed to see the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, as if they saw themselves becoming the souls of the dead under the knife.

"What the hell!"

"Death to me!"

In extreme fear, the leading man fired at Miyamotogawa.

call…

Before the bullet hit Miyamotogawa, the breeze visible to the naked eye blew out of thin air.

Miyamotogawa, who was full of black hair and dancing in a mess, suddenly appeared a wind barrier in front of him, and all the bullets were intercepted.

"Don't let go?"

"Then go to hell!"

"Step forward and chop!"

As if he didn't see those bullets, Miyamoto Chuan lowered his eyes slightly.

In his deep voice, Miyamoto Chuan seemed to turn into a wind and thunder, passing through the crowd in an instant.

Amidst the strong wind and thunder, a slender blade of light flashed across, and then everything returned to nothingness.

Miyamotogawa was holding the boy in his hand, with his back to everyone like a sculpture.

The boy narrowed his eyes.

Because he clearly saw that after Miyamoto Chuan stood still, the heads of those people fell off in unison.

It's as if... they were beheaded at the same time.

"Good... so powerful!"

The teenager is already stunned!
He never thought that humans could be so powerful.

As a young and precocious man, he has experienced too much darkness, and he does not deserve to have those fantasies in the hearts of ordinary teenagers.

Perhaps when I was younger, I fantasized about becoming a warrior who would eliminate all injustices.

But when he was completely plunged into darkness, his only thought was to live with his sister.

"younger sister?"

"Too bad! Rouzi is still in their hands!"

Thinking of Rouzi, the astonishment on the boy's face disappeared, leaving only panic.

He quickly looked at Miyamotogawa, and said almost beggingly:

"Uncle Samurai, my sister... Rouzi is still in their hands."

"I'm going to save him!"

"Can you help me?"

Miyamoto Chuan squinted at him, his voice was still extremely cold:

"What if I don't help?"

The boy gritted his teeth:

"Then I'll go by myself."

Miyamotogawa looked indifferent:
"You will die."

The boy took a deep breath:

"Even if I die, I will die before Rouzi."

As he said that, the boy stubbornly broke away from Miyamotogawa's palm, and hurriedly ran out of the park.

"Boy, what's your name?"

Miyamotogawa looked at the boy's back, with a smile on his cold face.

"My name is Fei Cunyan!"

The boy's voice sounded in the wind, and his figure became more and more distant.

The corners of Miyamotogawa's mouth were slightly raised, and his voice overshadowed the midnight wind:
"Boy, you can't save people like this."

"Since you call me uncle, then uncle will let you know what kind of strength you should have if you want to survive."

"This is the power of a samurai, and I see the quality of a samurai in you."

rumbling...

There was a sudden thunder, and Fei Cunyan felt that his whole body was enveloped by lightning in a blink of an eye.

"lead the way."

Miyamotogawa's voice sounded.

The young man looked at Miyamotogawa with an unprecedented bright light in his eyes.

Is this the samurai?

(End of this chapter)