Invincibility starts from being watched by the sword witch

Zana Rashuka kept moving around in the small basement, looking for the best chance to counterattack.

"If your Excellency only has this level, then, sorry, please die to appease the anger of the master."

Rita's premonition of killing made a joyful sound, and she struck out the war scythe with her clever aura, but Zana Rashuka avoided the storm-like blow through a thin layer of paper.

"Haha, it's wonderful, to be able to avoid my scythe!"

Rita quickly changed the attack trajectory of the scythe, but because of that tough movement, there was a gap in her abdomen, and Zana Rashuka escaped Rita's attack and pressed the knuckle on her On the side of his belly, he released a palm slap from zero distance.

"Sorry, yellow-haired girl, in terms of fighting skills, my mother is better, huh? This is it?"

Feeling the strange feeling coming from her hand, Zana Rashuka couldn't help but frowned, seeing the air around her rapidly freezing and sealing Zana Rashuka in the dark blue ice, moving no.

"Oh, I made a mistake, Miss Zana Rashka, Rita's body is not something you can touch~"

Looking at Zana Rashuka who was confined in the ice, Rita raised her skirt and saluted gracefully, with a smirk on her face, walked to Feng Prison's side, put her hands on her abdomen, She saluted slightly towards him.

"Master True Ancestor, the unexpected attackers have been cleaned up, please issue the next step instructions."

"Good job, Head Maid."

Feng Prison put the unfinished black tea back on the table, stood up from the table and chair, and walked to Zana Rashuka who was frozen in the dark blue ice.

"It's just a small habit, Master True Ancestor, a clean and comfortable negotiating place is more conducive to negotiation, isn't it?"

Rita, who was praised by the jail, smiled and looked at her master who she swore allegiance to recently, and spoke softly.

"interesting...."

Hearing Rita's words, Feng Prison looked at her with great interest. After nodding, he turned around and looked at the beauty with fiery red hair in the ice cube. After looking her up and down, he turned to look at her. Chiyuki, who was eating a cookie that Rita took out from somewhere, called over.

"Hoshino, come here."

"What's the matter? Senior?"

Stuffing the cookie into his mouth, he took a sip of the tea on the cup, murmured, and walked in front of Feng Prison, looking at Qianxue with a puffy face like a hamster, Feng Prison stretched out his finger to touch her lips. After wiping off the biscuit crumbs, he pointed to the knuckle on Zana Rashuka's hand and said.

"Eat slowly, don't rush, see if there is something familiar in her hand."

Qianxue followed Feng Prison's finger to look, and she saw the godhead vibration wave drive formula engraved on the knuckle, with a suspicious expression on her face.

"Godhead vibration wave driving technique?"

"Hoshino, are you sure that what driving technique is unique to your Lion King organization?"

"Hmm."

Looking at Feng Prison who was somewhat suspicious, Qianxue nodded hastily, seeing her nodding quickly, Feng Prison clapped his hands together and asked.

"She was also sent by your Lion King agency to monitor the First True Ancestor? Have you started any overseas business?"

"I don't know, because the godhead vibration wave driving technique can only exert its huge power when combined with the magic-breaking holy gun. The senior's question is beyond the scope of my knowledge."

Qian Xue shook her head and looked at Feng Prison who asked a strange question in distress.

"Ah, the fiery lady inside the ice cube, I don't know if you have heard enough of what I have to say? Or do you want to catch me and become a bargaining chip to blackmail them?"

Feng Prison looked at Zana Rashka who was rolling his eyes inside the ice cube, raised his brows, and the corners of his mouth curled up, and then he saw—

"lol"

A crack appeared on the dark blue ice with a crisp sound. As time went by, the crack shattered like a spider web, and the ice fell to the ground crackling. rub your nose.

"Hey boy, tell me your name..."

"Swish"

A flash of cold light flashed, and I saw Rita, who was cleaning the table, appear behind Zana Rashuka, with a scythe of cold air straddling her long fiery red hair across her neck, It is still the same kind of gentleness and respect.

"It's pointless to be brave, Ms. Zana Rashuka. When your strength can't match your words, struggling will only bring you a more miserable tragedy. I hope you will respect my master."

"Okay, Rita, don't scare her, after all, there is even more exciting news waiting for her later."

Feng Prison waved his hand, and leaned lazily on the seat he brought over, looking at Zana Rashuka who was kneeling down after Rita hit her thigh joint with the handle of the sickle.

"Damn it, do you know who the old lady's master is?"

Feeling insulted, Zana Rashuka stared viciously at Feng Prison sitting on the chair, but Feng Prison seemed to ignore her expression and looked at Yun Mo who was meditating behind her.

"Yun Mo, are you coming to watch this feast of interrogation?"

Yun Moxing, who was meditating, lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, and rejected him in a calm tone.

"Bad fun."

"Where's Hoshino?"

"Senior, let's solve it as soon as possible. After all, there is no telling when people from the Warlord Domain will come again. If you make a move here, it will cause unnecessary trouble."

Qian Xue looked at Zana Rashka cautiously, then picked up the napkin used to seal the prison on the table, folded it into a butterfly, and let it fly towards the door of the basement.

"Where's Rita?"

"My lord, as long as you like it."

"Oh, it seems that they are not very satisfied with my procrastination. If this is the case, let's stop arguing with you. Let's be straightforward, and I will ask you to answer."

Feng Prison stood up from his seat. Wearing short-sleeved clothes in mid-winter England, he looked like a mentally ill prisoner who escaped from a mental hospital, but Zana Rashuka, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up at Feng Prison at this moment. The figure of prison, from his body felt the sense of oppression on his own true ancestor - the forgotten war king.

"The first question: God of Dance—Zana Rashka, what did Ziy Zhulan Barada send you to this manor for?"

Feng Prison walked to the woman with fiery red hair and looked down at her, his tone was so cold that no one could refute it.

No.20 Nine Scenes: Dirty PY Deals

"I said, is it really okay for you to intervene in the battle between women like this? The fifth true ancestor."

Zana Rashuka, who was called the God of Dance by the Prison, looked at him with golden eyes, and as if responding to her, a figure of the Prison Prison appeared on Rita's white armored back. The eyes of the three dependent beasts, bo yi, looked down mercilessly at Zana Rashuka who was under Rita's scythe.

"Well, I think you and your family will be upset if someone breaks into the house and disturbs you. Let her go, Rita."

"Yea My Lord."

Feng Prison waved his hand, asking Rita to free Zana Rashka from her scythe, and then lazily lay down on the seat that Rita brought for him, looking down at the black tea Inside yourself.

"You haven't answered my question yet, Dancing God."

"Darling asked me to come, so I came, and he just told me that there is a legacy of the holy annihilation here."

"I want this weapon. My maid likes this weapon very much."

"Well, I have to ask Darling about this matter. I can't make the decision, can I, Darling?"

Zana Rashuka looked towards the door of the basement, and a cloud of mist appeared there and gradually solidified, turning into a black-haired man in a dark military uniform standing there. After feeling the breath, Yun Mo, who was meditating while adjusting his breath, half-opened his eyes, and Qian Xue also reached into the black guitar case where Zhan Eguang was placed.

"Yo, boy, we meet again."

The man happily looked back at them who had suddenly entered the alert state, and waved his hand affectionately. This is officially recognized as their existence. The real strongest vampire in the world, the lord of the "war king's domain" of the empire of the night, the first true ancestor "The Forgotten King of War" Zii Julan Barada, the tall man in front of him—the name of the unexpected visitor.

"Zi Julan Barada, long time no see, Rita, serve tea to this guest from afar."

"Okay, Master True Ancestor."

He made a look at Rita who was standing behind him, Feng Jail picked up the cup placed on the table in front of him and paid respects to that figure, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, after wiping the tea dripping from the corner of his mouth , put the empty glass on the table.

"Won't you sit down and have a drink?"

Feng Feng pointed to the seat opposite him and asked Ziy Zhulan Barada like greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Speaking of which, where did we meet for the first time? Oh, this black tea is well brewed. I've heard that Rossweisse's current owner is the former head maid. I think it's the one behind you."

Ziy Julan Barada took a sip of the warm black tea, and he couldn't help admiring the just right taste and temperature.

"Let's think about it. After all, it's been a long time. Ah, come to think of it, it's in the Qincha grassland, right? Ah, I understand. This should be the second condition."

Feng Prison rubbed his chin, as if confirming something, looked at Ziy Zhulan Barada who was asking Rita for a second cup of black tea and said.

"Well, to be honest, I'm really tempted by the perfect maid behind you, but it's not like you to waste a promise of a true ancestor for her, boy."

Leaning on the seat with a relaxed attitude, Ziy gnawed on the cookies on the table, watching him stretch out his hands in twos and threes, as if he was not saying flattery.

"Well, anyway, according to the deal we made in the Chincha Grassland back then, I only used one of the four promises, right? After using this, I still have two. As you know, I am generally more free-wheeling. .”

Feng Prison stuffed a cookie into his mouth nonchalantly and muttered, as if the promise of the true ancestor was not worth anything, he swallowed the cookie in his mouth and turned towards Ziy. Julan Baladhan pursed his lips.

"Did you bring that piece of paper?"

"Of course I did. I'm always thinking about how to get rid of the Promises of the True Ancestor in your hands."

With a wry smile, Ziy Zhulan Barada took out a yellowed sheepskin scroll from the pocket of his black military uniform. In the depths of the eyes of the wry smile, there was a sharp aggressive light, and then put the scroll Unfolding in front of Feng Prison, he glanced at his 'Blood Companion'.

"Zana, lend me your knuckles."

"Here, Darling."

Zii Julan Barada took over her knuckles engraved with the Godhead Vibration Drive Art from her "Blood Companion" Zana Rashuka, and swiped her index finger, dripping scarlet The colored liquid dripped onto the parchment and turned into his own signature.

"Here, senior."

Just when Feng Prison wanted to turn around and call Qian Xue, Qian Xue happened to appear beside him, put the blade of the seven-style assault demon-subduing spear in front of him, and slid his index finger across the sharp Gunblade, doing the same thing as Ziy Julan Barada just now, after finishing all this, Ziy Julan Barada pulled the prison and whispered in his ear.

"This is the purpose of your visit to Xiankami Island? By the way, how does the blood taste of the sacrifice carefully cultivated by the Lion King Agency?"

"I haven't smoked it before. I don't know. I want to know that I went to the Lion King to ask for it. Also, she is not a sacrifice, but my princess!"

"Oh, it seems that the beauty trap of the Lion King Agency is quite good."

Seeing the stern denial of the prison, Zii Julan Barada smirked, and put his arms around Zana's waist after letting him go.

"Then I will meet you by fate at that time, Xiufeng Prison."

The outlines of the First True Ancestor and his blood companion gradually blurred like the sun, and the First True Ancestor and his "partner" turned into mist and disappeared at the gate from the basement to the ground.

"Bye bye", Zana's voice with a smile gradually faded away, and soon they were completely invisible, and the soldiers who belonged to the field of the King of War lying down not far away also disappeared together. not see.

"Bye-Bye!"

Feng Prison waved his hand towards the disappearing voice, and then, as if exhausted, his legs softened and he went down towards the hard ground of the basement, but it was not the hard ground that caught him, but something as soft as a sponge. The touch also carried the fragrance of a girl. After feeling the softness, he murmured meaninglessly.

"Okay... so comfortable."

"Senior, it's really messed up."

Looking at Feng Prison who was sleeping peacefully in her arms, Qianxue sighed helplessly, then Yun Mo, who was meditating and adjusting her breath, jumped off the seat and walked to Qianxue's side, her green pupils Looking at her, imitating Qian Xue's helpless sigh, he raised his forehead and looked at the sleeping Feng Prison.

"Let me heal him, oh, it's always so messy..."

Act No.30: I'm sorry... Qianxue... I... can't hold on anymore...

"Well."

Opening his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Feng Prison struggled to get up from the seats that were placed side by side. The armrests of the seats showed traces of being cut with sharp tools. came from his mouth.

"woke up?"

Yun Mo's indifferent voice came from the side, and she saw that the gentleman's knot tied around her neck seemed to be torn apart very forcefully, and she was wearing a British-style high-necked plaid trench coat with half of its sleeves hanging down.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Yunmo."

Thinking about it, I sucked her blood unconsciously and with a very strong posture.

"It doesn't have to be like this between you and me."

Yun Mo tore off the sleeve of the windbreaker, casually threw it aside, and continued to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

"Where are Qianxue and Rita?"

Looking at Yun Mo Feng Prison who had ended the topic, he shook his head helplessly, and asked her about the two people who had disappeared in the room, Yun Mo nodded slightly, and then asked with concern.

"They should be packing their things in the manor now, are they going to leave now? Are you sure they are all right? Seal the prison."

"There is no problem anymore, I even feel like I can do a few sets of punches."

Feng Prison patted his chest, and gestured a few fist moves in front of Yun Mo. Seeing him who was completely different from the previous transaction with the First True Ancestor, Yun Mo shook his head helplessly, the corners of his mouth Pulling out an imperceptible arc, watching her arc Feng Prison also smiled, and nodded towards her.

"Let's go, they must be waiting impatiently, go up and find a change of clothes."

"The beautiful crown and beautiful clothes are graceful and luxurious, but they are nothing more than coverings."

As soon as the words fell, I saw a flame rising from the soles of Yunmo's feet, gradually enveloping her whole body, the hair color that originally looked like a dark gray rain cloud on a cloudy day slowly faded, and gradually turned into a long silver hair that reminds people of a snowy field. Hair, with a light red at the ends.