My Origin is Your Wife

【The Cutest Sakura in the World】:...

[Operation Code AX]: But speaking of it, Sakura lives in Kyoto, right?

[The Cutest Sakura in the World]: Yes, what's the matter.

[Operation Code AX]: Now that I have heard the name of the True Ancestor, what I met must be no ordinary cannon fodder.Does Sakura have any weapons that can kill demons?

【The Cutest Sakura in the World】: No.

[Operation Code AX]: Ah~ I seem to have an extra hand here.I bought it online because I thought it was cool at first, but after I bought it, I always felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory, so I might as well send it to Sakura.

[Qingming die for me]: Hey hey!Do you know Sakura's address?

[Action code AX]: I am from the future, and it's just a courier. I don't need an address and I will send it to you!

Sakura stared at the constantly jumping characters on the screen in a daze.

Future people or something... just kidding.

Right--

part.18 Night Fog Phantom Burial Killer Princess 【Fog】

It was the moonlight time, listening to the even breathing gradually coming from the room behind her, a slight smile appeared on the corner of the maid's mouth.

Protecting the little lady is her lifelong responsibility.

Today, I smelled a strange smell on the little lady.Even if it was very faint, she could clearly tell that it was the smell of the Dead Apostles.

To be precise, it was the smell of the blood of the dead.

But it's good that the little lady is all right.

She walked slowly through the corridor without any footsteps, like a silent ghost.

Looking at the half-full moon through the high window at the end of the corridor, it was slightly sickly red.

The maid lightly took off the lace-embellished glove on her left hand, took a rib from the wall of the entrance, and gently pushed the door open.

"one..."

"two..."

"three..."

"Four..."

"..."

Counting in a low voice, that quiet pretty face looked around the Qianshen's mansion, with a faint blue light in her indigo eyes.

Different from Sakura's "selfless mind, empty mind and wonderful existence", what the maid holds is closer to a kind of blood ability.

The thing called "Clean Eye" is the inheritance of fate in Tuemon's family.

There seemed to be red silk threads in front of my eyes, wrapping around Qianshen's mansion, which belonged to the energy released by the dead disciples.

Subconsciously, he wanted to take out a long and thin cigarette from his bag and light it.

Then the maid suddenly realized that this time, she came here to kill.

With his hands resting on the handle of the knife behind his waist, the beast in his heart no longer needs to be restrained.The maid tilted her head, and then grinned a little bit.

Wild and cruel, she slowly walked out of the yard step by step.

"If you want to die, you'd better hurry up, I have to prepare tomorrow's lunch for the young lady."

The cold voice was no longer as soft as before, and those eyes glowing blue in the dark night made the dead disciples hiding in the shadows think of something bad.

"Ah... I forgot." The figure of the maid suddenly swayed. "Tomorrow is Sunday, and the little lady doesn't have class. Then..."

"spread--"

"Come and play with me."

With the left hand holding the scabbard upside down, they pulled out the ribs together, and the maid lady made a mocking gesture with her right hand that is more common in the world of dead disciples.

In the darkness, a group of black and red blood screamed and rushed towards the maid.

Faster than that dead man, the maid squatted down, and then disappeared in an instant.

Before he could react, he felt a slender hand grabbing his throat and pulling it violently to the ground.

"Flash Sheath One Wind"

The screams of the Dead Apostles stopped abruptly.

"Shh-"

"Please be quiet, if you disturb the little lady, I will tear you to pieces." Changing from the usual routine, the maid smiled cruelly.

"Flash Away A Deer"

The exquisite little leather boots stepped on the back of the prostrate dead apostle, and with a click, the paws of the dead apostle loosened little by little.

The lowly Dead Apostles are just a bunch of wretches hiding in the shadows.

Stepping on the dead man, the maid looked around with calm and crazy blue eyes.