My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

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A soldier screamed and rushed from the front, the big knife in his hand shone with a sharp cold light.

[Skill perception: open]

On the side of Fujiwara's starry sky, the blade was slashed against the tip of his nose, and with a backhand hammer, the soldier was shot and flew out and crashed into the collapsed house on one side. A large swarm of unknown flying insects was raised in the room where the sawdust was flying.

"kill--"

A louder shout sounded, and the soldiers rushed up one after another, encircling the Fujiwara starry sky in an instant.

Fierce collision, merciless killing, feather arrows fly into the sky...

The flying silhouettes, the flying torches, and the burning bonfire are like peacocks on the screen, amazed by the silent night.

Fujiwara Hoshizora kicked the people in front of him with a whip leg, leaped back and jumped onto the corridor.

He seemed to see from the outside, more soldiers were still coming in a steady stream, and an arrow flew by "swish", rushing towards the front door with the sound of breaking the wind.

"Om!"

Oni cut out the sheath and cut the arrow in the air, Fujiwara Star frowned.

Sure enough, as Su Wo Fu Ji said, he was just an ordinary person in this world, unable to feel the existence of spiritual power at all. Even if you hold the ghost cut, you can't enjoy the bonus brought by the demon sword.

What he can rely on now is the experience he has accumulated in battles of all sizes and small battles and the blessing of system skills.

However, it is not difficult to think about it, there is a system, and it is a dimensionality reduction blow to these ordinary people.

However, the course of the facts was not as easy as he thought.

In the courtyard, fists and feet collided, and swords flew.

Darts and arrows rushed past the enemy and us, and pierced people's bodies, making a "puff" sound. In front of the Fujiwara starry sky, a soldier who was caught by him as a meat shield was filled with arrows and was shot. Become a hedgehog. He shook the hedgehog with his backhand, and a soldier holding a sledgehammer in front was hit by his waist. The two of them crashed into a big tree together and made a crash.

Immediately, with a point to his toe, he held a ghost cut in the middle of the crowd, and the cold light kept flashing through the night sky, and Pian Ruohong's figure continued to move around, reaping this life like a dragon.

Heads, necks, hands, feet... countless limbs were flying in the air, the bonfire that was crashed was still burning, and the lines of the flames stretched towards the air.

Fujiwara Star cut a **** path in the crowd, and the soldiers who stood in front of him hurriedly backed away. At a dangerous moment, he moved his waist, a spear slammed, cut the clothes around his waist, and pierced into the air in front of him.

The fierce offensive slowed slightly, and the soldiers who had been pushed back in front rushed down again. Fujiwara Star flipped to the side, and a large chain hammer fell heavily to the ground, smashing the already broken bluestone slab into pieces, dust and broken pieces. The stone sputtered out quickly.

At the moment of his somersault, the long spear at the back moved again. Fujiwara Stars backhand grasped the handle of the stick, and after using his strength to stabilize himself, he looked back and slashed it with a knife.

The soldier with a gun was almost cut in half from the middle, and the soaring blood instantly poured out the nearby soldiers.

But these soldiers were also very sturdy. Seeing the tragic death of their companions, they did not even blink their eyes. On the contrary, they aroused their bloodliness. For a time, the attack on Fujiwara Starry sky increased several times.

The weapon was flew out, some people disappeared with their arms shoulder-to-shoulder, some people were hollowed out of their lower abdomen, and some people lay down and smashed their skulls on the ground... However, after hitting them, Fujiwara Xingkong found that the number of people did not decrease at all.

What's even more strange is that there are obviously a few people who were directly hacked by him, but I don't know when they were mixed in the crowd intact. If it wasn't that their faces were really ugly and more individual, it would not be true. It must be recognized.

For example, the person in front of him with a pair of windy ears, Fujiwara Xingkong deliberately made him torn apart, and then, while avoiding the attacks of the remaining soldiers, he paid attention to the movement of the corpse.

About five minutes later, those lumps of flesh really disappeared, and after a closer look, the guy was hiding in the crowd, holding a knife and grinning at him.

Good guy, it looks like a crowded tactic again.

Fujiwara Xingkong smiled bitterly, and the hand that was holding Onikiki faintly trembled. He turned his head and glanced at the delivery room that was closed behind him. If he calmed down and listened, he might hear Suga Fukuji's painful groan.

Delivery is an extremely long process, which is normal for ten hours or so.

If you can't stick to it, the ending will be the same as it was more than 1,400 years ago.

This is a result that he cannot accept anyway.

The soldiers who were not afraid of death once again gathered around, and Fujiwara Starry sky clenched Guiqiu tightly, and once again rushed into the crowd. The original clear gaze became cold and stern, as if confronting the whole world.

He has been doing this for many years, knowing in his heart that the limit may come soon, but he will never take a step back.

If the miracle does not come, then create it with your own hands.

Rushing across the crowd like a fierce tiger, the knife and the knife touched, smashing into a large number of sparks, and the light of blood continued to bloom on the blade.

The day lighted up gradually and lasted for nearly ten hours, the number of people on the court still did not decrease.

The empress sitting over there hasn't even changed her sitting posture, she still wears that vicious smile, as if she has become a sculpture.

Fujiwara Star's line of sight was no longer visible, his eyes were already covered by blood, and his body had already been exhausted, but he was holding on by gritting his teeth.

A soldier slammed into him, and the two fell to the ground together.

The battle was still going on. The soldiers rushed up one by one, raised the swords in their hands and cut them down. In this blood-stained summer morning, the young men who were fighting against fate were completely submerged in the crowd.

Broken eyeballs, sunken back, pierced eardrums, dim spirit.

The line of sight gradually faded, and the consciousness gradually collapsed.

"Even if this world will eventually be destroyed... even if this ending cannot be changed..."

"I will fight for you to the end of life..."

The movement of holding the knife in both hands is no different from a machine.

Then die.

The world is lonely...

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Compared with shouting, screaming, killing, blood flowing into a river, the delivery room is relatively peaceful and only a little better.

Pregnancy in October, once childbirth, the birth of life is a process of ripening.

Xinchuan Yu Ai has no experience in this area, and the things she prepared cannot be said to be complete, only wine and vinegar for simple disinfection, clean quilts and towels, a kettle for boiling water and a copper basin.

Plus a pair of scissors for cutting the umbilical cord, and a bit of porridge cooked in advance, to supplement Su Wo Fu Ji's physical strength.

Obstetric delivery is a very difficult process, which is a very big test for both the physiology and the psychology. It was very painful, and it was so painful that it would take a long time to live and die, and the words that almost wanted to jump off the building couldn't be overstated.

And it’s still a long time, often a tossing for ten or so hours... If Su Wo Fu Ji is tossed to death in the process...

Then she really set a record.

After death, a person becomes a monster, and only a little residual mental power remains after death. If you have a child in your own spiritual world and are hurt to death, you will die three times. It is estimated that other monsters will laugh at you for thousands of years. .

From the middle of the night, Su Wo Fu Ji's complexion became abnormally uneasy. She lay on the bed and panted, moaned, and rolled in pain. After a while, she went down and walked for a while, and then went back to the bed to lie down and restless. , It feels like it's about to be hurt to death.

Compared to physical pain, psychological anxiety is even more terrifying to a monster like Su Wo Fu Ji.

At this moment, her face was full of flustered expressions, occasionally talking to herself, occasionally raising her head to look out the window, her anxious eyes and pale complexion made people very anxious.

"Take it easy..." Xinchuan Kyuai has no experience, so she can only speak with her as much as possible to ease her emotions.

Suwo Fukuji almost collapsed and shouted: "I can't worry about it..."

"You have to believe him...it's useless if you think so much, now the child is the most important thing..."

"I..."

"Stop talking, take a deep breath..."

After midnight, Xinchuan Jieai fed her something to replenish her strength. Help her to beat her back and legs again to make her body soothe a little.

As the sky got brighter and brighter, Su Wo Fu Ji's pain became greater, and her waist felt like she was about to break, and the pain was so cramping and rolling on the bed.

Xinchuan Yu Ai glanced at the probe, and with her meager knowledge of physiology, she could only approximate a few simple terms, so she couldn't wait to tell Su me Fukuji.

"The palace mouth is opened, and the childbirth stage is officially entered. You have to work hard!"

"Just bear with it for a while, hold on for a while..."

But what is so simple to say, Su Wo Fu Ji’s pain caused her pupils to spread a little, and it felt as if someone was holding a hundred silver needles and piercing them on her waist at the same time, pulling them out at the same time after a few minutes After a few minutes, they came in at the same time.

When dawn came, Xinchuan Yuai crouched at the end of the bed to observe for a while, with a hint of joy in her eyes.

"Okay, come on, Fuki, you lie down soon, get ready to work hard..."

"Don't be discouraged at this time, you will be completely finished if you are discouraged..."

"How do you work hard?" Su Wo Fu Ji asked anxiously.

"Uh..." Xinchuan Yu Ai was also anxious, scratching her hair casually, "Like going to the toilet..."

"you sure?"

"Then you have a better way?"

The two big demons look at me and I look at you. They looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned their heads away blushing.

"Then... try it..."

"Well, come on..."

At this moment, the fighting body outside the door suddenly fell silent. Suga Fukuji suddenly noticed something and panicked in her heart: "Mihoko, hurry up, I don't notice the existence of Fujiwara, you hurry up and take him. go away..."

"But..." Xinchuan Kyuai glanced at her embarrassedly.

Su Wo Fu Ji was so painful that she couldn't control her body. She gritted her teeth and said with difficulty: "If you don't go, it will be too late. If he died here, he is really dead."

"it is good!"

Xinchuan Yuai still knew the severity of the matter. She turned around and opened the door. Suwa Fuki struggled to stand up, and both of them saw this scene at the same time.

Fujiwara Starry Sky, who had been chopped down, struggled to get up from the crowd, swearing while tidying up his clothes.

"Gan!"

"My pig brain, I almost forgot."

"This world is originally a world made up of mental power. I am immune to mental attacks, Lao Tzu. You guys are a shit!"

As he stood up straight again, the soldiers in the courtyard and the wrapped empress disappeared instantly.

After a while, the large and small wounds on his body also recovered, and he looked up into the room.

"Fuji, look."

Standing under the mist of summer morning, Fujiwara Starry sky shouted: "Your ending has changed!"

Su Wo Fu Ji's eyes were hot, and she started to cry with a "heap".

I really want to run over, but I hold him in my arms one by one, but she can't move now, along with the move, there is a burst of severe pain in her lower abdomen.

Fujiwara Hoshizora walked into the room, squatted on the side of the bed, holding her hands, and encouraging: "Come on, I'll be with you."

Feeling that everything rekindled hope, Su Wo Fu Ji replied: "Okay!"

Even if it was still painful, tears kept rolling in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and worked hard. Soon, Xinchuan Yuai shouted: "The head is out, Fukuji... Hold on for a while!"

My head was dizzy, almost instinctively controlling my actions. About half an hour later, after a wave of force, I only felt a lot of things pulled out of my stomach, and then my stomach was empty.

Immediately afterwards, Su Wo Fu Ji saw that Xinchuan Kyuai dragged a pile of things to stand up, and said with a smile: "It's a girl." Then there was the baby's loud cry.

Xinchuan Yu Ai cut off the umbilical cord, wrapped the child in a clean towel, and hugged her next to her.

Su Wo Fu Ji tilted her head and looked at this little life carefully. Her little pink paws trembled and looked so cute. The small eyes still can't be opened, they are as fragile as they are about to melt. There is also a small nose, small mouth and small ears, no matter how you look at it, you look like yourself... A strange warm current surged into Su Wo Fu Ji's heart, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

This time it was tears of happiness. She only felt that no matter how long the dark years, it was all worth it for this moment!

Fujiwara Xingkong had mixed feelings in his heart. He looked at the little guy's wrinkled skin and curled his lips subconsciously: "This kid is so ugly."

Su Wo Fu Ji glared at him with a murderous gaze, and if it weren't already exhausted, she wouldn't mind playing with him for three days and three nights now.

"Shut up if you can't speak!" Xinkawa Yu Ai gently placed the child next to Suga Fukuji, turned around and kicked Fujiwara Starry sky to the ground.

Fujiwara Starry sky smirked and crawled back to the bed. He saw the baby sticking out his little palm and trying to explore the world, he couldn't help but put a finger on it.

The little pink hands grabbed the target in one fell swoop, and the daughter's five small fingers could just hold one of the father's fingers. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

It feels... weird.

Although this world is just a dream and all this will soon disappear, the heart of Fujiwara Starry sky that has been hanging in his throat finally fell.

When the child held his finger, the moment he met himself, an indescribable excitement, joy, and the glory of being a new father permeated the whole body and mind, feeling the continuation and sublimation of life.

"Fuji..." Fujiwara Stars kissed Su I Fukuhi on the forehead, "You are awesome!"

Su Wu Fu Ji opened her lips slightly, and she breathed hard. She had too much to say, but her body was weak after giving birth, and she couldn't tolerate her to say too much.

Fortunately, there is no need to say too much at this moment, just stay quietly with the person you like and share the joy that belongs to each other.

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