Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

Kanako squinted at the frog who seemed to be hiding behind the scenes all the time: "Then why did Sanae keep it a secret..."

Shiya Suwako yawned lazily, her baby fat face was full of expressions that her friends couldn't understand: "Because Sanae knows it will cause bad things."

"Why do I feel that you are becoming more and more like a villain? The kind of villain with deep scheming?"

Having been wronged, Suwako raised her head in dissatisfaction: "Hey! Why are you so scheming? You're the most cunning one, okay? I'm just too lazy to talk—this makes me gloomy?"

"Well……"

Waving her hand with insincere apology, Kanako nodded: "You're right, if you know that there is a peerless monster next to her Oni-chan, how can Sanae still sit still? Do you think Sanae can beat that fox? "

"It's hard to say..."

It's this kind of tone that can make people fall asleep again, and the frog's hypnotic skills are first-class: "The victory or defeat is never said, and the child Sanae has basically never fought..."

"That's right, winning or losing is not important, what matters is life and death. Even if she is much weaker than Sanae, Tamamomae can easily kill her with experience and experience... Hey! Why don't you let Sanae come back for such a dangerous thing?"

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Suwako, who didn't know what she was planning, had inexplicable eyes, whispered softly and disappeared into the night: "I can feel that Abe Seimei is about to wake up, the great onmyoji who is about to wake up, that kind of person who is getting more and more annoying I can feel the fear of the earth."

"With him around, that fox didn't dare to make any small moves."

The loli god of "Creation Kun" lowered her head, looking for the tiny cracks on the ground: "Kanako, do you still remember my birthday?"

"--Clam?"

Chapter 132 Chapter 15 What are brothers and sisters?life and death

"Yun Zhongzi! Why did you follow me all the way?"

"The poor way is idle, the wild crane is used to idleness, and now I want to see the bustling world..."

"Then what are you doing with me?"

In the depths of the cloud sky, the girl who fled in the direction of Chaoge was furious, and the Qingxu Taoist priest who was dressed in water and clouds behind her chased here from the west.

"Why are you chasing me?"

Daluo Jinxian, who was on the same nine heavens as the king of gods, was full of smiles, and sighed in his heart when he thought of the cause and effect with this little fox in his previous life before his transformation.

"Pindao still lacks a spiritual pet..."

"Yeah, I'm biting you to death!"

……

Suddenly, a mournful song resounded in the tiny cavern. This song had an ancient meaning.

"There are peaches in the garden, which are actually delicacies. My heart is worried, and I sing and sing. Those who don't know me will say that I am also proud..."

The person who sits high on the top of the heavens opens his eyes, what kind of eyes are those?

Seeing everything and embracing everything made the Thirty-Three Heavens lose their original brilliance, and the sun, moon and stars are just a black and white landscape painting.

Quiet and majestic, without beginning or end.

The Golden Immortal, who was also standing high in the sky, closed his eyes and bowed respectfully to this man.

The man sitting on the top of the heavens bears the sins of all sentient beings. His hunched waist is so exhausted that he can't bear the burden. Although he is moving forward with no regrets or fears, the woman next to him who is suffering from extreme heartache can't help crying.

"...Brother Fuxi!"

She was soft and crying, walking towards her brother step by step, and towards eternity step by step.

The Golden Immortal in the cloud sighed sadly, nothing was more shocking than witnessing the death of two supreme and noble god kings.

The majestic purple air pierces straight upwards, piercing the sky, beyond the sky, in the sky, the brother and sister who are together in life and death cuddle up to each other, and then willingly walk towards the end of their lives.

………………

In the early morning of early summer, when the sky was getting brighter, the young man was awakened by the sound of birds outside the window. He realized in a daze that he had to catch a plane this morning, so he sat up in a jerk.

"Hey, I was woken up by myself again..."

The light from the window had come in, Zhenxun was rubbing his eyes, and was about to get out of bed, but suddenly his eyes moved, he looked at the bed, and looked at his side.

The bulging thing moved in the quilt, the boy frowned, he just drank a little wine last night, he didn't expect to be so drunk that he didn't know who was sleeping beside him.

"a?"

The young man who had always disliked wild guesses lifted the quilt, and then saw the little girl who was only wearing a pink pair of skirts, huddled naked.

"Ah, it's this guy."

Mahiro, still rubbing his temples, sighed, and some faint expectation in his heart failed.

He suddenly took another look at this naked little girl, and thought that she was probably a child from a wealthy family, her supple skin and flawless skin looked like high-quality suet jade.

It must be very comfortable to the touch.

Shinobi, who laughed and shook his head, remembered that Sanae was staying at Mikoto's house last night, so he threw this brat into his room.

Fortunately... I am a gentleman.

Fortunately... I am not a lolicon.

Thinking like this, Zhen Xun covered the quilt for the little guy, and then got off the bed lightly.

Tamazamo on the bed opened his eyes, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

"A gentleman? Bah! I don't know you yet?"

………………

After settling in Mikoto's residence in Moscow, Mahiro Yasaka got on the plane to London.

To be honest, flying is boring, especially if you sit continuously, the teenager who feels like throwing up hastily took out a magazine to relieve his discomfort.

"But why is it a women's clothing magazine that introduces popular styles??"

After admiring the European women in the magazine who wanted to take off all their clothes and pants, they didn't comment on their so-called trends. After reading it for a while, they felt a little sleepy and fell asleep with their heads tilted.

A few hours later, he was awakened by a ringing bell.

to London.

It is approaching evening now, and there are very few pedestrians in the evening recently. Coming out of Heathrow Airport, the young man from the East is strolling alone on the small roads in the suburbs.

The high prices make Zhenxun, who is very wealthy, a little bit dumbfounded, and the weather forecast on the radio reported that there will be thunderstorms tonight.

On the streets of London, there are punks wearing exaggerated and considerate shirts, and indifferent old noblemen in ascetic suits.

Girls who wear lace to reveal their thighs, but like to kick people with hard boots, and ladies with tube skirts in the same style as the last century.

As the American pen pals complained, for the sake of elegance, they never wear long johns; for the sake of decency, they still wrap their necks tightly around their necks even in the warming weather, because there are either seasonal or lover’s lips on them. print.

Oh, and of course, those never-ending potatoes...

Sitting in a Chinese restaurant, the young man was speechless for a while looking at the plate of beef stew with potatoes completely submerged in it.

In the setting sun, you can see the dark shadows cast by the Gothic towers, and the already dim four-story residential buildings look even darker. The white-backed flags that are a little taller than the residential buildings look like white pigeons with folded wings.

London is more sad than imagined.

Crossing the Thames from St. Paul's Cathedral along the Millennium Bridge, Zhenxun in the taxi looked at the scenery along the way, and suddenly turned around, speaking fluent English: "Sir, the Kelly Hotel is at the intersection ahead, you have already made two detours circle..."

The gray-haired brother smiled shyly and muttered in a low voice: "The Chinese people are really smart now..."

The young man shook his head slightly. His pen pal, Miss Noreji, booked a room for him in this hotel. Although he felt a little unsafe, what if the other party was a bad person?

However, the young man who had some confidence in himself still went happily.

Zhenxun got out of the car with only a suitcase, and his brother quickly helped him take the suitcase down and sent it to the waiter at the hotel entrance.

In front of him was a big hotel that looked very high-end. The boy looked back at the taxi with the door still open, and sighed: "Should I still give you some tips?"

"..."

"How much do you think is appropriate?"

The old driver smiled: "There is no rule about this."

Shinzo also laughed, and handed him a pound, which made the old fritter scream, whistled, and flicked his fingers on the banknote: "Chinese people are really rich now..."

"I've always wanted to ask you, why do you think I'm Chinese? Aren't all Asians yellow-skinned and black-eyed?"

"...It's the taste, the taste. Although I can't tell what it is, this kind of taste is generally only found in Chinese people."

"What could it taste like?"

The speechless Japanese walked into the gate of the hotel and said a house number. The face of the receptionist at the front desk suddenly became solemn, and a flattering smile appeared on her white face.

"It seems that the identity of my pen pal is not simple..."

Chapter 133 Chapter [-] There is a loud noise in the sky!

Miss Noreki was certainly not a simple person.

Her full name is - Patchouli Norej. In Europe a hundred years ago, the ascetic monks and archbishops of those churches would shy away from hearing this name.

Qiyao's magician is also a witch that the church regards as heresy.

In this era when mysteries are gradually disappearing, and all ghosts and monsters are wiped out under the mighty power of technology, the church has become a purely religious institution, and all mysteries either disappear completely or are hidden deeper.

Paqiuli, who was an aristocrat a hundred years ago, is now the real power controller of several large consortia.

Whether it is the East or the West, practicing this kind of thing consumes a lot of resources.

Above the great library in England, it is an extremely secret barrier, which is also a large library of the same size, but the content of the books is different, there are a lot of books about the mysterious side.

"Well……"