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I am a cat lover

Fujiwara Matsudaira drew his sword out of nowhere.

In the era of the knife hunting order, it was considered a crime to carry a real knife.

Normally, old warriors would hide their knives in various long handles, such as umbrellas, or walking sticks.

He just hid the knife in the umbrella, drew it out and slashed at the oncoming evil wind, the sharp light of the knife made a buzzing sound.

Fujiwara Matsudaira let out a strange cry like an ape.

The strong wind that was intertwined with evil spirit and resentment was actually cut and torn, and the huge and strange mouth was also cut open, revealing the remaining phantom hidden in the black evil spirit.

Sachiko Yoshino stepped on the railing with both hands and feet, arched her waist, stared at the knife in Fujiwara Matsudaira’s hand, and issued a low-pitched threat like a beast.

“Unexpectedly, in this era, such a thing still exists!”

“Interesting, beheading you can be regarded as an addition to my future career as a swordsman!”

Fujiwara Matsudaira laughed and slashed at him with a knife.

The seemingly ordinary cut made Sachiko Yoshino jump back vigilantly.

The opponent stepped forward three times in a row, and came chasing after him with a sword light. The speed was not very fast, and there were even many flaws, but Ling Lie’s murderous fighting spirit was amazing.

The railing snapped.

The monster jumped onto the wall, climbed up to the ceiling on the second floor, and smashed wooden benches, tables and chairs with its hands.

However, all these logs were chopped off by the sharp blade.

The other jihadists were all dazzled and thought that they were really watching an action movie. There really are such terrifying swords and swords in reality.

Fujiwara Matsuheira slashed off the stool, but his sight never deviated from the monster. The moment it took off, the blade deflected.

Cut off the cassock.

The sword slashed the monster, and with a scream, it fell from mid-air, landed on the stairs, and rolled down to the first floor in a state of embarrassment.

A piece of clothing on her back was torn, but what was exposed was not the smooth back of a human being, but rather messy knotted hair.

Blood-red marks were left on the stairs and the ground.

“Kill her!” Sanada Kichiichi shouted.

The jihadists on the side squeezed up, but soon the few people at close range were slapped in the face by the wind pressure, and they retreated while rolling and crawling. The injured monster crawled on the ground, and it was almost impossible to maintain its human shape, and it gradually manifested its original form. appearance.

It looked around resentfully, and then looked fearfully at the bloody knife in Fujiwara Matsudaira’s hand on the second floor.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

The voice changed from a woman’s voice to a beast’s roar.

The wound on its back was torn open suddenly, and the huge demon cat manifested from under its skin, and transformed into a ferocious mountain tiger in the blink of an eye.

“I’m going to kill you, all of you!”

The demon cat rushed up to the second floor, wrapped in a fierce storm of demon power.

Fujiwara Matsuhei immediately swung the saber, feeling solid in his hand, and he confirmed that the cut was hit.

But the demon cat didn’t care about it, and ran into him directly, and rushed into the box. It was about to bite, kill and tear the culprit apart, but the messy room was empty, and no one was there.

The window was open, and a drizzle drifted into the room.

The demon cat chased it out of the window and landed in the alley behind the house.

At the end of the alley, Yoshiichi Sanada, who jumped off the building to escape, had already sat in the back seat of the car.

“You can’t escape!” The demon cat screamed sharply, and cracks appeared on the glass of the windows.

Sanada Yuki didn’t dare to turn his head back, the car started and drove across the street.

It wanted to catch up, but there was a chilling sound of a knife groaning from behind.

“Don’t forget me.”

Standing behind it, Fujiwara Matsudaira sneered, “Slaying monsters is an anecdote for a samurai.”

…

Light rain patters.

It walked forward along the alleyway.

Walking limping in the dark and damp alleyway, the blood stains faded into the color of the water, and the hair was drenched.

There is not much physical strength left, and every step I take, I can feel the pain gradually spreading throughout my body.

At first the wound was a burning pain, but now even the pain has become indistinct, and the body has become very light.

But, it still hurts.

It hurts, it hurts…

Is it as long as it’s the same as before, just sleep and wake up?

Well, I’m so sleepy, I really want to sleep…

But, I can’t sleep yet, I can’t sleep now…

It shook its head and continued to move forward, but it had just supported a few steps when it suddenly tilted and fell into the muddy puddle.

Cough cough…

what happened?

Why can’t I move?

Get up, get up quickly…

It tried its best to move its front paws, but its weak body was simply not strong enough to support its forward movement.

I can’t move.

The ground is so cold, the rain is so cold, I hate water, I hate cold rain.

It’s so cold, so cold.

I really miss the small stove at home, the warm courtyard, and Sachiko’s arms…

Why are all of these gone all of a sudden?

Since when did Sachiko disappear?

I can’t remember.

I can’t remember anything…

so cold.

Its breathing became very slow, and even its cough became very weak.

Maybe it was a hallucination. It heard footsteps approaching, and immediately felt a whirlwind.

There was a slight warmth coming.

“Sachiko…”

When dying, it reluctantly called out this name.

‘Meow-‘ To Bai Wei, it was an ordinary cat meow. He couldn’t understand what it was saying, but he could feel that it must have mistook itself for something to make such an attachment cry.

The young man gently stroked the cat’s head, ignoring the dirty water and blood on its body, and gently hugged it.

It’s hurt badly, and there’s not much time left.

He said, “I’ll take you home.”

After finishing speaking, he looked to the other end of the alleyway.

“You also heard what I said, please make way.”

In the drizzle, a young man in a kimono stood ten steps away holding a red umbrella.

One person and one umbrella filled the alleyway, blocking his way impartially.

The young swordsman grinned: “That can’t be done, the one in your hand is my prey.”

“Give me some face, why don’t you have trouble with a cat.”

“Hehe…how much is your face worth?”

Fujiwara Matsuheira rubbed his chin, a drop of rain fell from the edge of the umbrella, fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Holding a piece of paper in his hand, he carefully compared the portraits and looked at Bai Wei, like a butcher staring at the pork on the chopping board.

“Besides, it’s not just this cat, even you are my prey.”

“Prey?” Bai Wei asked calmly, “What do you mean? I’m just a passing cat lover.”

“It means that you can’t live to see the sun tomorrow.” He threw the manuscript away, the white paper was soaked in water, and the human figure was blurred.

“Aren’t you afraid of admitting the wrong person?”

“It doesn’t matter if you admit your mistake, you can still kill one more.”

His eyes were cold: “But I don’t think I made a mistake, I can smell the blood on your body…”

Fujiwara Matsudaira walked towards Bai Wei with strides. The pace was so fast that the rainwater dripping from the edge of the umbrella was pulled into an inclined forty-five degrees.

Bai Wei smiled politely: “The smell of blood?”

…Do you know how many masters I slaughtered in my previous life?