Starting with the Blade of Demon Slayer

“Do you want to go out for a walk together.”

Fujiwara said.

“Yes, yes…”

Before Ganluji Miri finished speaking, she saw Fujiwara Fujiwara showing an expression of ecstasy and interrupted her: “Then it is so decided.” ”

“Huh?”

Ganlu Temple Miri showed an exaggerated expression, and then raised her fist: “Prank? Everyone is an adult and is responsible for their actions…”

“I’m serious.”

Fujiwara said loudly and bowed.

“Ouch, really?”

Ganlu Temple Miri was a little overwhelmed: “Wait for me, I’ll go change my clothes.” ”

Although the door was closed tightly, Fujiwara Fujiji also breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that the hair wrapped around his neck loosened a lot, and he felt like the aftermath of the disaster.

Don’t blame me Oh, Ganlu Temple Honey, I also want to live, anyway, you are also a monster that no one wants, it is better to die instead of me.

Fujiwara did not dare to look up, and every second of waiting for the honey glass of Ganluji Temple felt like living like a year, and the perception of time seemed to be deprived.

With a crunch, Ganluji Miri appeared in front of Fujiwara Fujiwara, put on the kimono of the blind date, and carried the familiar hanging bag, which seemed to be hastily dressed up.

Because it was night, her hair color was not obvious, and when she walked side by side with Fujiwara Fujiwara on the street, she also caused passers-by to look back frequently, and lost interest after recognizing her as Ganluji Miri.

Fujiwara Fujiji hated Ganluji Miri at this time.

If it weren’t for Ganlu Temple Honey Glass, he wouldn’t have encountered this kind of thing.

The hair on his neck was firmly linked to his life, and with a slight shrink, his little life would be lost.

“This is where we are going.”

Fujiwara Fujiji did not speak, and Ganluji Miri was also a little reserved, so he had been waiting for Fujiwara Fujiwara Fuji to talk, so he kept walking and walking, and came to an abandoned temple, and Ganluji Miri asked.

No matter how you look at it, it’s too weird.

Clenching his fists, Ganluji Miri carefully adjusted his strength, otherwise it would not be good to kill Fujiwara Fujiwara with one punch.

“This is it.”

The silk thread around his neck was loosened, and Fujiwara was granted amnesty.

“It’s annoying, dating in a place like this.”

Ganluji Miri was careful and vigilant, and if Fujiwara Fujiwara made any changes, she would take him down.

“Dating?”

Fujiwara Fujiwara’s face was gloomy: “Don’t be delusional, who wants to date you as a monster.” ”

“So, it’s still a prank?”

For this result, Ganlu Temple Honey Li is not surprised.

Ganluji Miri was about to teach Fujiwara Fujiwara a lesson, making him recall the fear of being dominated by himself, a black shadow appeared behind Fujiwara Fujinoji, and the black hair flying in the sky was reflected in the eyes of Ganluji Miri in the faint moonlight.

And underneath that black hair was a rugged, thin body, and more importantly, a face with only one eye.

Even if Ganluji’s honey nerves are thick and receptive, his consciousness fell into chaos when he saw this scene, and he watched a pair of sharp claws on Fujiwara Fujiwara’s shoulders, piercing him with countless long hairs in Fujiwara’s frozen expression.

“How beautiful, long hair, yes, this is what I need, something that fills my emptiness.”

The ghost threw Fujiwara away like a garbage, and then strode to the body of Ganluji Miri, gently holding Ganluji Miri’s long pink hair with his palm, revealing an expression of fascination.

How many people has this monster killed.

The ghost was wrapped with a smell of blood that could not be dissolved, and the honey glass of the Ganlu Temple instinctively confirmed that this was human blood.

“Move, move.”

Ganlu Temple honey glass’s stiff body is gradually expanding…