Tokyo Juggernaut 2077

——By the way, what does my face look like?

- I don't remember much.

Before Yuan Ye could think about it, a new swordsman appeared again, charging towards him wearing a ghost mask.

A slight distraction made Yuan Ye's reaction slow down a bit, and the swordsman's sword was unusually fast, cutting open his neck in an instant.

But Yuan Ye's sword was not slow. Before he felt any pain, the swordsman's head and body had already been separated.

The red liquid swayed in the air, making Yuan Ye recover a little bit.

——What was I thinking just now?

Yuan Ye stared at the darkness in front of him with a weird angle of view that was deflected a full ninety degrees to the right, his head was like a rusty gear that hadn't been oiled, and it was slow to run smoothly.

——It shouldn’t be something important, right?

Yuan Ye straightened his head, and the wound snapped shut like a Velcro, as if it had never been cut open.

Immediately, Yuan Ye's desire for [Fire] gained the upper hand again, replacing the thought of wanting to think, driving the body that stopped due to the injury to run again, running towards [Fire].

As the distance from [Fire] kept getting closer, more and more swordsmen appeared from the darkness. Originally, they only attacked one by one, but soon began to attack in groups of three or four.

Yuan Ye swung his sword like a machine, killed like a machine, and he himself was like a machine, without any thoughts.

Only when the hot crimson splashed onto his face along the snow-white blade, he could barely think two or three thoughts.

In this space filled with darkness, everything is icy cold, and the warmth splashed on his face seems more like an accident.

Because of this, it lost its temperature almost in an instant, turning into a black-red mass, blending into the darkness.

The distance between the appearance of the swordsman wearing the ghost mask is getting closer and closer. At the beginning, it only appeared in places that were difficult to reach with the sword in his hand. When the [Fire] approached, these elusive swordsmen even appeared directly at the distance from Yuanye. There is a very close distance of twenty or thirty centimeters.

——It was almost as if it had been separated directly from my body.

Yuan Ye felt the cold mask sticking to the tip of his nose, and thought of it for no reason.

At such a close distance, even the best swords are useless. Yuan Ye and the swordsmen gave up their weapons by coincidence, and fought with their fists and feet in the most primitive way.

Yuan Ye continued to move forward.

The number of swordsmen is increasing, filling Yuan Ye's field of vision like a sea tide, and the darkness that originally covered everything is also replaced by terrifying evil ghost masks. They are layered on top of each other, covering the sky and the sun.

In such a place close to the [Fire], Yuan Ye could clearly hear the sound of the flame burning the air, but could not feel any heat. This space filled with darkness was terribly cold, not only the body, but also the Thoughts are also frozen by the dark cold.

The left hand in front of the nose successfully blocked the heavy punch that went straight to the door, and the flying kick from the side was also pushed away by Yuan Ye's right hand, but he was punched firmly in the back, and his ribs were broken. There was a crisp sound.

But Yuan Ye is now a machine, and the machine doesn't care about pain, the machine only works to achieve the goal.

Yuan Ye twisted his arm, pressed down the fist of the swordsman in front of him with his forearm, and at the same time retracted his fist and pushed his elbow, one step forward, the force of the ground surged down his thigh, flowed through his waist and shoulders, and from his elbow It erupted violently and bombarded the mask painted with evil spirits.

Accompanied by the unique sound of the wooden mask shattering, Yuan Ye broke through the last obstacle, rushed forward, and held [Fire].

Yuan Ye stood still, and turned his head to look at the swordsmen who had stopped moving because he had already grasped 【Fire】.

The light shone on the masks of the swordsmen, and the evil spirits painted with cheap paint were clearly visible, as if they were about to come alive.

Yuan Ye turned his head suddenly, and found that [Fire] was still burning at the end of his sight.

He lowered his head, and there was nothing in his hands.

Finally, the swordsman standing in front of him slowly stood up, the ghost mask on his face was broken into several pieces, and slipped off with his movements, revealing a young and handsome boy's face.

Yuan Ye subconsciously reached out to touch his face, but the touch returned from his fingertips was the roughness of the paint after drying.

With the palm of his hand, a mask was torn off, Yuan Ye turned it over, and the evil ghost drawn on it quietly emerged.

Suddenly, Yuan Ye seemed to hear the swordsmen laughing - unscrupulous and malicious ridicule.

Now they are the same.

…………

Cold, shaking.

Yuan Ye woke up from a deep sleep.

The clear moonlight fell on his face like a snow-white veil.

And the girl in front of her was wrapped in such a light veil, her long black hair hung down, covering her eyebrows and eyes, making it hard to see clearly.

It is already night.

"Are you finally awake?" Yagyu Sakura stood next to Yuan Ye with a mop on her back, noticing his movements, and said, "The excuse is that the teaching task is tiring, and I want to take a break after the end, and come to help me clean up later The dojo that needs to be cleaned because the smart machine suddenly broke down, but Mr. Slacker who can’t wake up by himself.”

——Yes, I came here to teach with Yagyu after I left school. I don’t know why I suddenly felt very tired. I wanted to sleep for a while, but I fell asleep until now.

It seems that because he just woke up, Yuanye's memory of the past is a little fuzzy, but fortunately, Yagyu Sakura's words of counting his "crime" are relatively clear, and he quickly confirmed his previous experience from it.

"Sorry, sorry." Yuan Ye quickly apologized, "I didn't mean it, I'm here to help you now."

"No need." Liu Shengying pretended to be warm and angry, "When a certain Mr. Lazy fell asleep, I had already cleaned up the sanitation of the dojo, and now only the Mr. Lazy lying There's a place."

After hearing this, Yuan Ye got up quickly, only to realize that he was lying in the middle of the dojo.

"Next time if you want to clean, just let me do it alone." Yuan Ye looked at Liu Shengying who was mopping the floor, and promised.

"So Yuan-san wants my smart machine to break down again?" Yagyu Sakura teased.

"No, how could I mean that."

"That's right." Yagyu Sakura chuckled, "Then I must sit in the corridor, eat the watermelon bought by classmate Yuan, and watch you clean the dojo comfortably."

"Why watermelon." Yuan Ye couldn't help complaining.

"What's the matter? Because watermelon is more expensive, Yuan, don't you want to buy it for me?"

"It's not because of this, I just wonder why you want to eat watermelon, Yagyu." Yuan Ye explained, "It's not the season to eat watermelon, I thought you would choose cake or wagashi, Yagyu."

"So that's the case. Yuan-san is a serious person who will be surprised in some strange places." Yagyu Sakura nodded and said to herself, "Cake? It's not bad."

"Speaking of which." Yagyu Sakura abruptly changed the subject, "What kind of cake does Hoshino-san like?"

===第220六章 蛋糕===

"Strawberry raspberry cake." Yuan Ye replied subconsciously.

"Hey, so Hoshino-san likes strawberry and raspberry cake? I remember it." Yagyu Sakura pretended to be "suddenly enlightened", and teased, "Mr. Yuan said that he didn't know anything, but in fact he still I remember it pretty clearly."

"I was talking nonsense." Fortunately, Yuan Ye is an extraordinary person and can control his facial muscles freely, so he barely pretended to have a paralyzed face, without being so embarrassed that he couldn't stretch his face, "In fact, I also I don't know what kind of cake Hoshino would like."

For some reason, Yuan Ye didn't want Yagyu Sakura to know what kind of cake Hoshino Shiori liked.

Not out of some weird possessive feeling of "I don't want people to know what maybe only I know", but another feeling that he couldn't say what it was.

In other words, letting people know that he knew the matter itself would put him in an unspeakable sense of embarrassment, for which he had no idea.

But all in all, Yuan Ye really didn't want people to know that he knew, especially Yagyu Sakura.

Although he knew that Yagyu Sakura should have vaguely guessed it long ago, he just asked the question deliberately pretending not to know.

Because Yuan Ye himself didn't know whether what Yagyu Sakura vaguely guessed was his real idea, and the hesitation he showed in this aspect, who had always acted decisively, surprised him a bit.

"Yes, they are all talking nonsense." Yagyu Sakura teased, "I understand."

"Yayuu, if you really want to know what Hoshino likes, why don't you ask her yourself?"

"Maybe so." Yagyu Sakura stopped mopping the floor, "But I'm a little embarrassed."

"What kind of reason is that?" Yuan Ye laughed dumbly, "Then it's okay to make fun of me?"

"Of course, I think it's very, very interesting." Yagyu Sakura nodded, drawing a circle in mid-air with both hands, emphasizing her words with body movements.

"Just as long as you're happy." Yuan Ye sighed and said helplessly.

——It always feels like I have experienced this kind of conversation several times.

——I can’t remember clearly, my recent memory has not been very clear, it may be affected by spiritual energy.

Yuan Ye rubbed his eyes, and felt that the whole five senses were a little dull, as if they were overused.

——It must be too tired.

"Don't be in a daze." Yagyu Sakura finished cleaning the dojo, walked to Yuan Ye who was distracted, and waved in front of his eyes, "Do you want to stay here overnight?"

"If you stay with me, Liu Sheng, it's not impossible." Yuan Ye came back to his senses and made a somewhat outrageous joke.

Yagyu Sakura gave Yuan Ye a white look: "Forget it, you will catch a cold if you lay on the floor of the dojo in such a cold day."

The two closed the door of the dojo together, and walked along the corridor to the door of the mansion.

"Speaking of it." Yuan Ye looked at the girl's high ponytail swaying in front of her eyes, and suddenly asked, "Why did I wake up in the middle of the dojo? Where did I fall asleep?"

"Want to know?" Yagyu Sakura turned her head, squinted her eyes, and said seductively, "Tell me the type of perfume that Hoshino-san likes, and I'll tell you the reason."

"Yayuyu, you asked this question in the morning, right? I'm just repeating my answer, 'Since Liuyu-san wants to know what Hoshino likes so much, why don't you ask him yourself?'" Yuan Ye didn't lose his mind this time , resolutely refused.

"It's really a standardized answer." Yagyu Sakura said a little unhappily, "Student Yuan is still unexpectedly serious in these places."

"Yagyu." Perhaps because he wanted to break the somewhat stiff atmosphere, or because his thinking was jumping too fast, Yuan Ye didn't continue to follow the conversation, but called Liu Shengying by name, forcefully Asked, "Then what flavor of cake do you like?"

Yagyu Sakura was obviously taken aback by Yuan Ye's "sudden attack", she was taken aback for a moment, and then asked back with some lack of confidence: "...Why did you ask this suddenly?"

Yuan Ye, who regained the initiative, seemed to be able to do a job with ease, and calmly replied: "Because you have been exploring this matter, my curiosity has also been aroused by you."

"Why are you so eloquent?" Yagyu Sakura murmured to herself in a low voice, and then shot back, "Didn't Yuan classmate think that 'personal preferences are a relatively private thing'? Why are you taking the initiative now? Come to find out what other people like?"

"The sentence before I said this was 'Why don't you ask me in person?', so I am asking in person." Yuan Ye looked at Liu Shengying's face that had already written unhappiness on his face, and his heart was still a little soft He added, "Although your words, Yagyu, sound a bit sophistry, but I'm really offended by asking you so bluntly, so why not make a deal."

"trade?"

"That's right, a deal." Yuan Ye nodded, "I'll tell you the taste of the cake I like, Yagyu, and you also tell me the taste of the cake you like, and why I woke up in the middle of the dojo."

"One for two? Yuan is really smart."

"It's not one for two, it's an exchange of equal value, I think it's equivalent." Yuan Ye joked happily, "This is a new setting I added to myself on the tram before, don't forget , tearing skins is a big taboo in live broadcasting, although there are also anchors who sell 'clear' as their selling point."

"Setting?" Yagyu Sakura couldn't help laughing, "Could you stop being so funny, Yuan-san, you really make people like you..."

As she was talking, Yagyu Sakura suddenly stopped, as if she couldn't find words suitable to describe her current feelings from the vocabulary in her brain.

The pause didn't take too long, Yagyu Sakura quickly gave up looking for words, and continued: "Although it's a bit of a disadvantage, it seems good to agree to this deal for your sake. Well, I prefer cheesecake."

"How about a cheesecake?"

"I don't remember the name, but the taste is very soft, like cotton, with a very good burnt aroma."

"Basque cheesecake?"