People read the barrage at the beginning of Demon Slayer

"You please. "

"Then you're welcome. "

"Oh, of course, of course. "

"Thank you for your hospitality. "

If it weren't for the half of the blood on the table, the two people on the seat would really be a bit like pushing the cup and changing the lamp.

It didn't take long for the small wound on Haruto's arm to stop bleeding, and he wiped it with his thumb and didn't even leave the wound.

He had mastered his breathing, and such wounds healed themselves in minutes.

Zhu Shi was no longer polite, picked up the tea cup in front of him, covered his face with his sleeve and drank the blood in the cup.

Seeing a powerful ghost eating in front of him for the first time, Haruko was still a little nervous.

Ghosts over 400 years old should be able to control their desires well, and Harukin doesn't want to talk and laugh with Zhu Shi one second, and the next second he will draw a knife against her.

Besides, there is not only one ghost in the pearl world here, but there is also a Yushiro standing next to him.

Haruto believes that as soon as Zhu Shi gets out of control, Yushiro next to him will rush up and give himself a big coercion first.

The master and apprentice looked at the beautiful woman with wrong eyes, watched her gently put the tea cup on the table, and watched her green tendons climb up from her neck and then slowly fade.

Zhu Shi didn't make the slightest sound during the whole process, as if he drank not a cup of human blood that could arouse ghosts, but an ordinary cup of oolong tea.

What are you doing? It doesn't seem to be anything special.

Haruto was a little disappointed.

After all, no matter how old you are, you always want to be different.

Even if this is "different", it will not bring any benefits.

Zhu Shi didn't say a word, and stared at Qingren for a long time.

Seeing that the goosebumps all over her body stood up, and seeing that Yushiro was ready to sharpen the knife, she picked up a clean napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, her voice was gentle and low.

"It seems to have the smell of chicken skewers. "

"That's right, I've just eaten a lot of skewers!" Haruto nodded, "Wow, that's amazing, can you taste this?"

"I just felt a jump in time and space. "

Qingren was stunned, and raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "Time and space?".

Zhu Shi stretched out his slender white fingers and gently kneaded his temples: "Even now, these fragments are still bumping around in my mind." "

"I just changed my clothes, sat at the door and waited for you to come in, and let Cha Cha Maru pick you up, the earliest I said was to see a patient this morning......

After drinking that bowl of blood, all these memories were running around in my mind.

Or not just memory fragments, I was like sitting in my current position watching another me do these things. "

Haruto pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word, his heart was very weak, but he couldn't show it on his face.

What Zhu Shi said is infinitely consistent with the biggest golden finger on his body to some extent.

Looking back on time after death, will it still be reflected in the blood?

"This may be a completely new physique, and I have never seen such a record in the history books. "

Zhu Shi closed his eyes and tried to clear his chaotic thoughts, but failed.

"Hmm...... The memory fragments are very clear, as if I had really experienced it again. She held her forehead and furrowed her eyebrows slightly: "But no matter how clear it is, I'm just a viewer, and I'm trying to modify it...... For example, if you don't let Chachamaru go, let Yushiro - ah, fail. "

She opened her eyes and said uncertainly, "Maybe the amount of blood is too small, or maybe you can only remember and not bother." "

She looked at Haruto's slightly nervous eyes and Yushiro's worriedness, and smiled softly, "In short, if you face a ghost that will suck the blood of your enemies, such blood may have a surprising effect.

But the same way it can put you in great danger, like I just thought of ...... in a split second."

The corners of Zhu Shi's mouth were hooked, and he said evil words in a soft voice: "If I suck your blood dry, can I reverse time and space? Even if it's just as a bystander, it's a beautiful thing to grow up with the person I want to be with." "

Qingren leaned back: "Sister, even if you suck me dry, time can't go back four or five hundred years!".

Hearing Zhu Shi's words, the effect of blood was still far from that of the golden finger, and his heart slowly returned to his stomach.

Then the sick leaf he killed last time was also because he sucked his blood—and he sucked a lot of blood, so his thoughts went back?

couldn't concentrate on the battle, so he was "easily" cut off his head by Qingren?

Wow......

Haruto broke out in a cold sweat.

It's also thanks to the sick leaves he encountered, if he encounters another ghost who doesn't fight by sucking blood, he may have to taste death again, and then run away infinitely.

But, on the other hand...... He did kill the sick leaf with his own ability

So am I worthy of this pillar or not?

Haruto rubbed her chin and thought about it, and Zhu Shi finally metabolized the effect of her blood.

"What a novel experience, as if I had lived one more day. "

She raised the syringe in her hand again and smiled, "Do you mind if I keep a sample to develop a medicine? "

After knowing that Zhu Shi was Yaoyashiki's hidden partner, Harukato had no reason to refuse her request, and besides, taking a little blood was just a gesture for the breathing swordsman.

After dedicating a tube full of blood, Haruto sat down and ate tonkatsu.

This is just Zhu Shi sent Yu Shirou to buy it, this guy is a two-faced, he promised Zhu Shi very simply, and after buying it, he couldn't wait to throw the pork cutlet in Haruto's face.

Haruto chewed on the tonkatsu and watched as Zhu Shi and Genya switched identities.

"Lord Zhushi, let me come!".

Yushiro's expression was urgent, and he glared at Genya fiercely: "How can you hurt your beautiful and noble body for such a thing?".

"Yushiro, you're not strong enough. Zhu Shi shook his head, then held his white little finger and broke it with an expressionless face.

Her lower eyelids were trembling slightly, and it seemed that no matter how strong the ghost was, it would cause pain when her body was damaged.

Xuanmi's cockscomb shook his head, watched Zhu Shi take a deep breath, and put the broken finger in front of him.

A finger grew back from Zhu Shi's wound, and she wiped the blood with a tissue, then chuckled

"Give it a taste, it should taste good. "

Well...... Although it is indeed such an operation process, the visual impact of this picture is too strong.

Look, Xuanmi's face is almost blue.