I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Twisting and twisting, the infinitely interlaced imaginary number field, Kurumi opened his eyes.

--found it.

Huhu——

Breathing like some kind of giant beast.

The field is filled with a fog of blood-black magic power that has condensed into reality.

With the sound of Kuangsan's boots tapping on the ground, those ultra-high-concentration magic fog seemed to come alive, whistling and tossing.

The blood-black whip was drawn towards the two of them, and Bazette subconsciously prepared to squeeze his fist and rush forward, and then realized that he was still holding Kurumi's hand.

Kurumi brought Bazetra back.

She stood on tiptoe slightly and pressed Bazette's shoulders.

"Yahahahie, I said it before, Sister Bazette just needs to shout cheers."

Kurumi's mouth opened slightly, as if simulating the sound of Ziyi's firing.

boom--

With a crisp gunshot, the golden Ziyi fired from behind Kuang San, directly smashing the whip that was drawn, and at the same time tearing apart the vortex of magic power unabated.

Bazette saw...

Standing proudly in the blood-black vortex, that majestic and terrifying figure.

again and again--

again and again--

It was like the sound of slippers being pulled on the ground.

Who?

The girl passed over the two of them, holding a simple flintlock gun in her right hand.

The girl looked as if she was wearing only a coat, her snow-white thighs were exposed, as if nothing was worn inside.

She raised her left hand, yawned sleepily, and turned back.

"Well... you've already come, can't you solve it yourself?"

Gumbling—

Bazette swallowed, for no other reason, just because the girl in front of him was exactly the same as Kusan.

She turned her head and looked at the girl beside her, as if she had an answer in her heart.

"Alala, it's not impossible for me to come." Kuangsan licked his fingertips and stared at Moyusan.

"Then... As for whether to work overtime during the day~ or work overtime at night, it seems that you have already made a decision."

Gumbling—

This time, it was the turn of the fish to swallow three saliva.

Well...they still want to take a day off.

"Cough, how can I trouble you with such a hard thing." She said solemnly, suddenly feeling refreshed.

The blood-black whip shadow struck again, Mo Yusan slammed his left hand, and pulled out a short gun from the shadow.

Her figure was like the wind, castrated unabated, and she slammed the short gun heavily towards the whip shadow that was drawn.

The cold spear blade slashed everything in an instant, and the magic power was cut open.

Mo Yusan played a spear and approached the shadow of the Servant in the vortex of real magic step by step.

Kurumi raised a bright smile, tiptoed lightly, pressed against Bazette, and grabbed her chin.

"Then... let's continue."

Chapter 97

hmm-

A suppressed, almost panting voice came from behind.

Hearing that, Mo Yu San's skin tightened, and an inexplicable pleasure surged from his tailbone, so much so that his legs felt a little weak.

She silently crossed her chest for Bazette.

However, a dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. She has to thank the executor for helping her divert her firepower.

His toes slightly stood on tiptoe, his slender white and long legs were stretched straight, and Mo Yu San turned around as lightly as a dance, turning his back to the shadow of the pitch-black Servant.

The blood-black magic vortex surging, condensed into a substantial mist, spread out like spider legs behind the vortex, and stabbed the girl's back one by one.

Mo Yu San is preparing for a combo of deadly return and deadly shooting.

uh...

On the other side of the field of vision, Kuang San had already pushed Bazette to the corner, with one hand wrapped around Bazette's neck, his body was on tiptoe slightly, the whole person was almost hanging up, and the other hand seemed to be pressing on him. In front of him, it doesn't seem to be.

Looking at the charming scene over there, Mo Yusan's pretty face turned red, and his body staggered.