I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 135 Why are you so concerned about stockings? (Please subscribe)

Shiraishi finished treating Kiryuin Miya, and when he took his hand out, she didn't say anything.

The red-dyed tights rise and fall with gentle breathing, like the undercurrent under the ocean, faintly revealing a quiet and powerful force that makes people who are good at diving unable to look away.

Shiraishi is not a diver, but this is the first time he has watched Kiryuin's sleeping face in such detail. He is not as energetic as when he woke up, and is so well-behaved that it seems that he will not refuse anything he does.

Gently pinching her nose, Shiraishi called out his inner ghost and informed Kannagi, who was still training, to come here.

Woo hoo, the wind came first before anyone arrived. Kannagi Rin trotted over, surrounded by invisible strong winds. The cassock was not perfect yet, so the voice seemed very noisy, "Shiraishi-kun."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she saw the blood stains on Miyo's chest again. Her amber eyes widened and her tone became anxious: "No way, Kiryuin was beaten like this in the first round?"

"Well, my opponent is good at fighting for nothing, and can restrain Kiryuin very well. Fortunately, she won by surprise in the end."

Shiraishi had a very thorough view of the battle between Kongmei and Kiryuin Miya.

Kongmei has always had the advantage in the early and mid-term, because her attacks can always exceed Kiryuin Miya's expectations, and she can hide her sixth sense and instinctive reaction.

In the end, she will fail. On the one hand, she takes the initiative to give up the advantage of displacement due to personality problems.

On the other hand, there was no way to stop Kiryuin Miya’s sudden whim.

She uses lightning and wind to increase her speed, and then uses her blood as a carrier of electricity. It can be said to be an excellent tactic.

If it were blasted directly with electricity, the moment Kongmei saw the lightning, he would probably choose to avoid it.

When electricity is blended into blood, when seeing blood, Kongmei will not immediately think of avoiding it, but will think that the blood will fall.

By the time she realized something was wrong with the blood and tried to avoid it, it was already too late.

The above complex calculations were definitely not well thought out in Kiryūin Mizu's mind, it was simply intuition that prompted her to act.

"It's too chaotic," Kannagi Rin felt a little scared and said, "Wouldn't the next round be more difficult? Shiraishi-kun, why don't you give her some advice?"

"Would you listen?"

Shiraishi asked back.

"..." Kannagi Rin pursed her lips. If it were her, she would definitely not listen.

She is not as obsessed with fighting as Kiryuin, but she is keen on pursuing glory. This competition is attracting everyone's attention. If she can win, she will naturally risk everything.

"Mr. Baishi, what do you want me to do?"

She quickly changed her mind, and stopped talking about persuading Meiya of Guilongyuan, so as not to be persuaded by the same reason in the future.

Bai Shi wanted to complain, but suppressed it, "I asked you to come here to give her a bath and change her clothes."

"Wouldn't it be better for Mr. Baishi to wash?"

Kannagi Rin replied playfully, Shiraishi raised his hand, and she hurriedly said: "You're just kidding."

She quickly took off her straw sandals, walked directly onto the corridor, bent down and picked up Miyo Kiryuin.

The fluffy bread hits each other without making a sound.

She hurriedly ran to the bathroom, as if she was afraid that if she slowed down, she would be shot in the head.

Shiraishi shook his head, got up and went to the kitchen, took out the beer from the refrigerator, and dug out the snacks he bought at Inoue Supermarket from the cupboard.

He was too lazy to go back to the game, so he simply watched the live broadcast online and read the messages in the comment area.

As soon as he sat down here, he noticed that someone broke into the barrier, and he was still a familiar person. He got up and returned to the restaurant, took out five more bottles of beer from the refrigerator, and moved the table to the corridor outside.

Tick ​​tock, the frightened deer knocked on the smooth stone, the sun fell on the pond, the lotus in September was still in full bloom, but the mottled yellowing of the leaves proved that the lotus was about to wither.

Baishi looked at the scenery in the courtyard, turned around and entered the house again, brought the wine glass over and placed it on the table.

He felt that drinking directly from a can at this time was not as atmospheric as drinking from a wine glass.

……

Adolf put her hands in her pockets, walked past the worship hall and main hall, a pair of green eyes quickly saw the man sitting in the corridor drinking, her lips were slightly pursed, recalling the scene she saw on the ring, she stepped forward and said: " Please grief."

Shiraishi blinked before he understood what she meant, and smiled: "It turns out that you are also at the scene, haha, that's not the case. I have rescued Ghost Dragon Academy."

"That's right, I'm sorry," Adolf apologized truthfully. Seeing this guy sitting here drinking, she thought that Ghost Dragon Academy had died. "Are you still good at healing? It's really rare."

"Live and learn until you are old. I like to fully blossom. I am also very interested in magic, but I rarely see people using it."

Baishi replied with a smile, glanced at her and said, "I haven't seen you for a while, but you are still dressed like this, and one of your stockings is missing."

"Why do you always pay attention to my stockings?"

Adolf replied doubtfully. She had the appearance of a cold-blooded killer and seemed full of self-discipline.

In fact, she was very casual about life matters and had no plan at all. It was okay if her stockings were leaking. Sometimes when she ran outside, she realized that it was cold under her skirt.

She knew it, but she had no intention of changing it.

As a high-level hunter who tracks goblins, he doesn't care about his job. It doesn't matter if he is careless in his daily life. He should relax his mind.

It was a bit embarrassing for someone to mention this carelessness to his face.

"I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. It's hard for me not to care when you have one leg bare."

Shiraishi made up an excuse casually.

"Oh." Adolf didn't want to continue this topic, nor was he interested in drinking. He sat directly in the corridor, "I have a big business I want to talk to you about. I can give you the money for the order. I just need to have one-on-one time with Merlin. battle."

"Merlin...is the target you chased last time."

Shiraishi thought about it and asked curiously: "It doesn't even want money for the order. Do you have a personal grudge with it?"

"Yes." Adolf nodded and took the initiative to roll up his sleeves. Above the wrist, instead of a fair arm, there were extremely ugly burns and knife wounds.

"When I was six years old, I witnessed Merlin eating my father in the form of my mother. He tied me to the table, slashed my arms and chest with a knife, and then poured boiling hot water on me."

She calmly recounted the past, and the coldness of her green eyes gradually melted the flames of revenge. "I don't know the reason why it did that. I just know that I have to kill it."

"Do you have any idea of ​​its whereabouts?"

Shiraishi regretted asking so much. Such a heavy topic is not a good food to go with wine, it is simply a killer at the wine table.

Adolf put away his sleeves and said in a deep voice: "I am very confident that it will be on the third underground floor of the Tokyo Dome. It will be hidden among the crowd to watch this game."

Shiraishi raised doubts and said: "The spirits should avoid this kind of thing, right?"

"Merlin is not an ordinary goblin," Adolf said firmly, repeating the line countless times: "He has a behavior that is not in line with a goblin, and he is an alien among goblins.

This is its scary place and its weakness. "

"I can guarantee that it is at the Tokyo Dome, admiring the work it has trained to win this competition."

Seeing her swearing so confidently, Shiraishi frowned as he remembered the number of spectators at the Tokyo Dome and said, "Then do you have anything related to Merlin?"

Adolf shook his head and said: "No, it acts boldly, and its plan is very careful. It will erase all traces of itself every time, leaving no chance for people to track it."

"Then let's go."

Shiraishi put down the wine, didn't complain, just in time to exercise his muscles and bones.

　ps: Thanks for the tip from me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)