Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 118 Tea

quiet……

eerily quiet...

No one thought that Kuroki, a professional swordsman, would suddenly attack a young girl.But the target of his attack was still sitting quietly, the hair tip hanging on his chest was slightly lifted by the strong wind, and between the ups and downs, faint traces slid in the air.

Two people, except for what Heimu said before, they stopped talking and looked at each other quietly. One was immature like a child, but actually stubborn and stubborn, and the other was as quiet as an ancient pool, but actually indifferent and indifferent.

Everyone present knew that the "liking" that Kuroki mentioned was not the liking between men and women, but the excitement and excitement because of the "old enemy" that he had been looking for for a long time.

Immediately, everyone was stunned in place, staring at the two confronting people with wide eyes, their Adam's apple rolled up and down, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a thud.The heavy atmosphere gradually spread, a little cold, a little cold, strange and chilling, sharp and calm, making people's breathing stagnant and heartbeat gradually slowing down.

Shashasha~
The pens in Gan and Liu's hands quickly moved across the notebook, and they wrote down the following data on the page with the name "Edogawa" written on it: calm and self-sustaining, extraordinary momentum, 100% kendo.

Kikumaru's cat pupils widened, his whole body was tense, and he always felt that his hair was about to stand on end; Xiang Hiyake blinked his eyes, his half-curved body was a little stiff, but he was so oppressed by the powerful momentum that he couldn't move; Marui Bunta Zhang Opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't speak at all, the aura of those two people... so strong.

hum~
The air flowed slowly, everyone's pupils froze, their heartbeats stagnated, and they stared closely at the slender hand slowly stretched out, and then slowly picked up the teacup on the low table, shaking it gently, Ripples rippling in the teacup, the smoke drifted out, the tea fragrance overflowed instantly, very shallow, very faint...then gradually drifted into the air.

"The tea is getting cold..."

After a long time, words indifferent like frost slowly slipped out from Sakura's slightly thin lips, she put the teacup on the low table, raised her head slightly, and looked at Hei Mu with her dark red eyes.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but frowned, their eyes fell on the steaming teacup, and the look of doubt flashed away in their eyes.

Heimu was slightly stunned, but was replaced by a stubborn and stubborn look in just a moment, and with a movement of his hand, he pulled out the dagger on the low table, and with a slight shake, the dagger disappeared in his hand, the speed was only in the blink of an eye between.

Then, he sat down cross-legged opposite Ying Yi, reached out and took the teapot and another empty cup, and after one hectare of the pot, light green tea flowed out along the spout, although his hands were moving, but those deep The purple eyes stared at Sakuraichi opposite him coldly.

As the tea is poured into the cup, the unique fragrance of tea gradually permeates...

What are they going to do?
Kirihara Chi also widened his dark green eyes, he really wanted to ask this question, but the atmosphere here and the calm people would not allow it, so he could only keep his doubts in his heart and hold on tight. He watched the movements of the two closely.

Not only him, everyone had the same question in their minds, however, except for a few people.

Sanada Genemon's hand holding the teacup became tighter and tighter, and his fingertips were already slightly white.

Tezuka Kuni's eyelids drooped slightly, and the expression on his face was unprecedentedly solemn.

Masao Atobe narrowed his eyes slightly, and the hand stroking the corners of his eyes had stopped.

Hiyoshii pursed his lips slightly, and the light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

The Xiyuan Temple fan's eyes were slightly fixed, and the hands on his knees could not help but clenched tightly.

As the patriarch of the aristocratic family, and even the old foxes who have decades of fighting experience, they have already noticed the undercurrent that gradually began to surge between the two.

"Please." Kuroki put down the teapot, and slowly pushed the cup full of hot tea to the center of the short table, Sakura's somewhat thin figure was locked in his deep purple eyes.

Sakura raised her head slightly, her dark red pupils narrowed, a little vortex appeared in the silent ancient pool, and then, her right hand slowly reached out to the teacup.

Shiraishi Zangying was breathing stagnantly, her pupils were locked tightly, and it started...

hum ——

Almost at the same time, the air flow flowed violently, accompanied by Senhan's sword energy bursting out.

(End of this chapter)