Foreigner's Journey

In the waiting room, everyone paused their movements and watched the shadow in the center of the room suddenly appear.

The shadow was wriggling, and then slowly took shape.

In Qihua's eyes, it was a man with an unusually burly figure, almost like a collection of steel muscles, his messy hair grew randomly like a hedgehog, and his resolute face carved with a knife and axe was covered with a little stubble. Its appearance is very similar to Qihua.

鑢六枝, Xudaoliu's sixth-generation head, the father of Qihua and Qishi.

"...Father?" Qihua asked with difficulty.

Why... on that rainy night, Dad was killed by himself, why...

Yan Liuzhi ignored the others, looked at Qihua, and said in a deep and powerful voice, "Qihua... Long time no see."

In Jiuer's eyes, he is a man with long black hair who is so handsome that he can be called "beautiful". Wisdom]'s bright brilliance.

Hida Takabi, the mastermind of the Oshu chaos 20 years ago, and the father of Jiu Er.

"Little Jiu'er, have you grown up?"

Jiu'er took two steps back, with an unbelievable expression on his face, his father was killed by Yan Liuzhi 20 years ago, what is he now...

Compared with Jiu'er and Qihua, the performance of the 11 members on the royal side was much worse.

Ba Xiao and Huan Huan frantically waved their weapons and let out shrill howls, as if they were trying their best to disperse the illusory ghosts in front of them.Others also showed different degrees of shock and hysteria, and it seemed that everyone saw things differently.

The soldiers outside stretched out their hands and patted lightly in the empty air with blank faces, as if there were invisible walls blocking their sight and path.

The player waiting room has become an eerie forbidden place.

Jiu'er backed away step by step, Hida Takabi waited a step closer.That familiar yet unfamiliar face showed the most familiar smile of Jiu Tong's childhood: "Huh? Are you so afraid of Dad? It's not in Ozhou that we meet again, it really makes Dad sad."

"wrong……"

Jiu'er's eyes were fixed, and he shouted: "You are not him! Don't read my heart! Who are you!"

"Ahahaha! Oh, you can't be fooled?"

Hida Takabi waited up to the sky and laughed loudly, suddenly he was frightened and jumped back suddenly: "Oh, that's too rough! Are you also so cruel to your own father?"

At the same time, Jiu'er only felt a violent gust of wind blowing by his side.

Qihua brought all her strength to blast forward with a cannon punch, and the blowing wind even blew away a large piece of tables and chairs in front of him.

"I don't regret it, and I still am."

In Qihua's eyes, there was a huge blood hole in Ning Liuzhi's chest, just like the scene at that time.

Dad wanted to kill his sister just because his 'talent' was too strong, and he couldn't suppress her anymore.

The sister seemed to give up resistance, but Qihua made a move, and Qihua killed her father with just one blow.

This is not to say that Qihua was stronger than Liuzhi at that time.

Yan Liuzhi may not be said to be the strongest swordsman in the history of Xu Dao Liu.Whether it is the most famous swordsman in the virtual sword style, the best swordsman in the virtual sword style, the most victorious swordsman in the virtual knife style, or the swordsman who knows how to kill the most in the virtual knife style , perhaps neither can be said.

There is only one thing for sure, and that is——鑢 Liuzhi is the most incomprehensible swordsman in the Xu Dao style.

Some people think that 鑢六果 is a "weird person" who has a frivolous attitude and often behaves differently from ordinary people.

Some people think that 鑢六枝 is a cruel [slayer].

Some people think that Liuzhi is a simple and resolute "samurai".

Some people think that Liuzhi is a "beast" that advances blindly, but knows how to bear it and not bark.

What's more, there are people who claim to have seen Liuzhi who looks like a "woman" and a "child".

From appearance, personality to fighting style, all the information is almost messy, as if the six branches have no fixed form.

In fact, even Qihua knew very little about his father, he didn't even know why his father would willingly give up resistance in the face of his own attack, just like his sister did when facing her father.

However, Qihua didn't regret it.For his sister, he could kill his father.

Just like for Jiu'er, he was able to kill his sister.

Qihua has been trained to be a complete [knife] since he was a child. After 20 years of forging on the uninhabited island, he will subconsciously choose the holder of the knife.Originally it was sister, now it is Jiu'er.

Except for the man with the knife, everyone is killable in his eyes.To him, human life is just a symbol, a word.

But the father in front of him, the father with a huge blood hole in his chest, actually appeared behind five different illusory figures.

An extremely thin and tall man who looks like a stick insect and is as thin as a stick; a man who looks fat from all angles and looks like a round ball; an immature child who seems to have lived for a thousand years; a beautiful woman with blue skin and white clothes ; a gigantic, horse-like Dalmatian full of sharp teeth.

Thin people, fat people, children, women, bulldogs, and a father with a blood hole in his chest all spoke at the same time:

"Qihua, you still haven't grown. You can't defeat 'Xi' like this."

"Qi... Father, what the hell are you..."

Before Qihua finished speaking, the figure of Liudao in front of her became unreal again, and then she turned into a petite girl who resembled Qishi but with subtle differences, and said cheerfully, "Ah? Why do you call me 'Old Man'?" Dad'? Miss Dad?"

"Sister!?" Qihua was shocked, and then realized that the girl in front of her was just like her sister in terms of hairstyle and figure, with the coldness of Yulian Yinge, the innocence of the frozen sky, and the cunning of a real bat.

The girl in front of her heard the words and raised her hands to look around, with a satisfied expression:

"Sister? Oh, this time I've become a girl in your eyes? Well, it's been a long time since I've been a girl, this time it's going to be fun! Hahahaha!"

The girl jumped in front of Qihua with a sound of 'hey', with a look of familiarity: "It's the first time we meet, my name is Biwomu Samsara, I'm a fairy."

Qihua hesitated for a moment, and did not attack the girl in front of her: "Immortal... I might be surprised if it was a few months ago, but now that there are gods, there is no such thing as an immortal." Woolen cloth."

"My lord, I haven't seen it in 300 years, but the mighty power that shocks the world is indeed beyond the reach of human beings." Bi Womu Samsara clasped his hands in front of him and nodded.

"You said that you are a fairy, and you also have magical powers like the gods?"

Bi Womu Samsara waved his hands again and again: "Ah? That's not true, we are not the same way, I don't have any attack power, I just live longer."

"But why do you look like my sister? Oh no, there are also the appearances of Yulian Silver Pavilion, Libing, and Tingting..." Qihua hesitated and asked.

"My appearance is your memory, a reasonable understanding based on your reasonable memory. Normally, you need to use 'quan' to measure it, but your words don't seem to be necessary. Your memory of others The methods are all one-sided, abstract features of a small part, so in your eyes, I am a collection of features of multiple people, ah ha ha ha!"

Biwomu Samsara laughed, his sly appearance was very similar to that of a real bat:

"Through my existence, human beings peek into their own memories and hearts. This is the so-called immortal, which is synonymous with me not existing in this world without showing up."

Qihua tilted her head: "I don't understand at all... What exactly is a fairy?"

"Immortals are anyone, and they are not anyone. In short, immortals are like mirrors to humans. Hmm, maybe it is more appropriate to describe it as a 'magic mirror that can reflect the real'. I have heard of such A foreign fairy tale, Xiaoqihua? There is a queen in a certain country, and this queen will ask the mirror a question—mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful and moving person in the world? Although for the queen, I hope the answer to this question is myself , but the mirror answered the name of another character Her Lady Queen hates very much. How about it, Xiao Qihua, what do you think after hearing this story, can the mirror answer such a question?"

"How can the mirror talk?" Qihua replied subconsciously.

"That's right, it's not the mirror that answered, it's just that the Queen's heart is saying this to her vanity. When you face me, you will face your heart honestly."

"Weird person, what exactly are you here for?" Qihua realized that she couldn't see Jiu'er, and she couldn't see other people. There was only herself and Bi Womu Samsara in the huge waiting room.

"Of course I'm here to see this unprecedented 'swordsmanship duel before the gods', ahaha!"

Bi Womu reincarnation laughed and said:

"Although I don't intend to go on stage to fight and fight, and the sincerity knife is not a powerful weapon, but I am very, very interested in the gods, so I came here. I also brought along the Puppet, it’s a pity that the child met God’s Chosen and lost completely. I thought the next fight would be a one-sided boring scene, but I didn’t expect to see the attack and killing scene under the eyes of the gods. Humans are really interesting! Ahahaha!"

Suddenly, Bi Wo Mu Samsara straightened up, turned his head to look at the empty wall, the smile on his face faded, and said softly:

"It's the first time we meet, my lord."

On the divine seat, Heather still sat casually with one hand resting on her chin, but her eyes were no longer drowsy, but sharp like thunder-wrapped blades.

In front of him, stood a familiar figure.

###Chapter 43 Long-winded###

The Outlander's Journey The Outlander and the Hunter x Hunter Chapter 43 Long-winded At some point, the surrounding scenery has turned into an old, not-so-spacious grocery store.

The six rows of shelves are neither new nor old, and the shelves are scattered with low-quality daily necessities. The electric fan above the head is whirling feebly, making a creaking noise.

Heather sat on the old wooden chair in front of the counter, watching the figure behind the counter.

Father Jack, the fat old man who saved Heather's life and died because of Heather, was standing behind the counter with a smile on his face, pointing at Heather with his stubby, carrot-like fingers:

"Why do you put on such a ghostly look, Master Hai doesn't know me, Father Jack, when he travels far away?"

"Traveling to a distant place... yes, it is indeed a trip to a distant place."

Heather sighed slowly, who would have thought of that?When I stepped out of the gate confidently with the poor travel expenses in my pocket, I never saw old Jack again.

Father Jack took out a box of expensive cigarettes from under the counter, which he was reluctant to open on weekdays, put one in the corner of his mouth, and lit the lighter with a snap.

The red light flickering at the end of the cigarette flickered on and off, and the smoke was lingering, and the figure of old Jack became blurred, and only his voice could be heard:

"Depressed, this is not like you. I don't regret picking you up on the side of the road. Besides, didn't you help me avenge myself?"

"Feel sorry."

Heather was silent for a while before speaking.

"Are you really Heather? Don't you pretend to be someone else? I am very satisfied to have a V5 buried with me. Hey, Heather."

Old Jack's figure gradually mixed with the lingering smoke and dissolved in the air, leaving only his laughter:

"Since you have embarked on a journey, don't give up halfway, go to the end for me!"

Heather was the only one left in the grocery supermarket. Looking at the gradually dimming lights above her head, Heather showed a faint smile of relief:

"... long-winded."

The surrounding scene collapsed inch by inch when the lights were completely dimmed, and changed into a new scene again, a meadow dotted with flowers surrounded by jungle.

"What, what? Can the Lord God actually see the illusion in his heart through me?"

A young man with soft blond hair hanging down to his waist and a face resembling the combination of the little prince and Sephiroth sat cross-legged on the stone platform in the middle of the grass, looking at Heather with great interest:

"Ah, please don't worry, the phantoms you have seen and the words you have spoken are all happening in your heart, I can't see or hear you? I'm just a mirror, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is— —”

"I am reincarnated with each other."

Heather indifferently interrupted the self-introduction of Biwomu Reincarnation:

"After living for 350 years, you seem to have cultivated all your skills in escape and defense."

Bi Womu reincarnation tilted his head: "Oh, I'm afraid of pain! I hate fighting with people. When I meet a vicious person, I just turn around and run away. If the other party can't catch up, I will give up naturally. I am indeed a god! , you actually know the name of a vulgar countryman like me. I also tried my best to erect a 'mirror' that can allow the gods to talk to you inwardly, are you satisfied?"

As he spoke, he bowed his hands to Heather with a flattering look on his face.

"I haven't had a dream for a long time... It really gave me a good dream."

Heather waved her hand: "Forget it, I won't pursue the matter of hiding [Chengdao] and secretly manipulating the puppet [Weidao]."