I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"Sister Sister!" Looking at the fallen boiler field, Wuming suddenly panicked.

With water in his eyes, he was about to rush towards the boiler field.

"Hey! Nameless!" Ikoma shouted, hurriedly chasing after him.

Just as he patted Wuming's shoulder, Wuming twisted his body over his shoulder and smashed to the ground, suddenly staring at gold stars.

But he knew that now he had to stop Wuming.

Lying on the ground, Ikoma hugged the nameless calf tightly, and even if he was kicked violently, he would not let go.

"This girl...is a pervert...with so much strength, who would dare to marry in the future."

Fortunately, the nameless strength in the sequelae of boiling blood lost quickly, and soon it would be impossible to support it, and there was chaos in front of him.

"Well...so thirsty..."

Seeing the opportunity, Ikoma hurriedly smashed a knife on the back of Wuming's neck, then picked it up like a sack and left.

On the bridge, a ribbon lay there quietly, and then was blown off the bridge by the wind and drifted away gradually.

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The explosion in the boiler yard seemed to wake something up.

On the west road in the distance, a huge monster slowly stood up.

It was originally a black tower-like existence, with countless kabane twisted and twisted together, and the black-gray weird branch-like thing gathered all the kabane together.

With the explosion of the boiler field, it quickly got up and twisted into a huge black monster, so huge that people lost their minds of resistance, and the dense red light spots made people's scalp numb.

"So...is that black smoke?"

Everyone in the Iron City looked solemnly at the pitch-black giant monster, and couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

It's no wonder that Yatsushiro Station, with such a strong city wall, fell easily... Is that kind of thing really something that humans can defeat?

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Ikoma carried the nameless and flew back to the Iron Fortress.

But as soon as he stepped into the carriage, he was kicked from behind to the knee socket, and he stumbled and fell.

With a lightness on his body, Wuming seemed to be carried away by someone.

Ikoma, who was lying on the ground, turned his head in dissatisfaction, but only saw a pair of long white and smooth legs. Before he could look up again, he was dragged away.

"Hey, what are you trying to do with my little Wuming." That somewhat charming voice sounded, it was Kuang San.

"Hey—" Ikoma sucked in the air and slowly got up, and Little Fatty put on his glasses warmly. "Damn, are these women stronger than each other?"

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"Sister Mad..." Wuming murmured weakly. "You're fine...great."

"Ah?" Kurumi tilted his head. "How could something happen to me."

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"Kangsanjie..." Wuming arched into Kuangsan's arms. "I...I'm... thirsty."

Kuang San also realized that Wuming's body temperature was really high, a little abnormal, and even a little hot.

She looked at the crowd watching, and then carried Wuming towards the room where the calamus was changing.

Kurumi cut open his wrist and handed it to Wuming's mouth.

Wuming was sucking gently, her little nose was still twitching, as if the smell of Kuangsan could bring her great peace of mind.

She quickly regained her clarity, then suddenly realized her embarrassment, and struggled to move away.

But gently smelling the fragrant fragrance, I couldn't bear to leave.

Nameless realizes...himself...may be addicted.

I wanted to re-tie the ribbon-like shackles first, but at this time I found that there was no trace of the ribbon beside me.

It must have fallen on the bridge.

Wuming suddenly panicked, it was no ordinary ribbon, it was a gift from her elder brother himself, and it was also a restraint device that suppressed her power.

She didn't want to die because she couldn't restrain her power, and finally evaporated her blood and turned into Kabane.

"Sister Kuang, have you seen my ribbon?" Wuming's voice was full of tears.

"No." Kurumi replied.

"What to do...what to do!" Wuming panicked in an instant. "I don't want to be Cabanne."

Looking at Wuming, who was a little panicked, Kuangsan hugged him.

Then, he took out the ribbon like the holy relic that Saber had won for her from the space, and tied it lightly around the nameless slender neck.

"Next time... don't lose it."

Anonymous stood there.

The new ribbon was silk-like, pink, with snow-like petals on it.