This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The scorching smell was rushing, and every face had a look of distorted resentment.

It’s only now that Sakura Yuki understands Kitagawa Temple’s sentence just now, ‘let them solve your problem. What does it mean.

This is hatred that spans ten years, and the thick black resentment that soars into the sky, even Beichuan Temple can't help but frown.

"Mr. Beichuan." A voice rang behind Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple turned his head and looked, only then did he see Sakura Yuki, who was half-stained with blood in the black dress behind him.

Her face was pale, her eyes, which had no white eyes, turned scarlet and evil, and black air emerged from her body.

In the end, Sakura Yuki still embarked on this path.

Resentment.

"I abide by the agreement." Beichuan Temple said.

He was not surprised by Sakura Yuki who appeared behind him.

Because it was Beichuan Temple who brought her from the library.

In the process of sending her, Kitagawa Temple also mentioned that Sakura Yuxi might complain about her spirit. As long as she continues to stay in the library, there should be no problem.

But Sakura Yuki smiled heartily at the time, and her quiet and elegant temperament bloomed: "When the time comes, I will trouble Kitagawa-kun to get rid of me."

Kitagawa-dera still remembers that Sakura Yukina said that there was a black tear-dropping expression at the corner of his eyes.

I am obviously scared, but I still want to be with my classmates at the end.

Obviously just a spirit, but still maintains a kind-hearted character during his lifetime

Sakura Yuki also understands his current changes.

Perhaps the biggest point is the mentality.

She felt that she was omnipotent, a tyrannical mood that had never been felt in her mind, looking at the Beichuan Temple in front of her, she couldn't help but want to reach out and tear the other party in half.

The black saliva slipped from the side of her mouth, Sakura Yuki looked at Kitagawaji’s neck and couldn’t help but stretched out her claws.

Kitagawa Temple's icy gaze made Sakura Yuki quickly regained consciousness.

She hurriedly withdrew her hand, and her original crisp and clean voice became distorted and hoarse:

"Kun Beichuan will start soon, I'm afraid of pain."

"You go." Beichuan Temple stared at her with a calm expression.

Sakura Yuki nodded, carrying a scarlet air current, rushing into the black hole entwining the face with all his strength.

Boom

Amid a low muffled noise and a disgusting twist, Sakira Yuki's body emerged above the black hole in the face.

The jet-black fluid turned into Sakura Yuki’s long black hair, and the painful scorched face turned into a decoration on her long hair. The black dress on her body was completely faded into a blood-red dress. There seemed to be something twisted under the skirt. Drilling.

As the only sensible spirit, Sakura Yuki took the lead in an instant.

The resentment was even greater, and the deep resentment made the nearest Sakura Yuki puff out his eyes, and his throat was also vigorously agitated.

Ordinary people can't even breathe under this kind of resentment.

"This is the complete middle-level grievance spirit." Beichuan Temple squinted his eyes, blankly trying to pull the shivering Nishikujo from his body while gripping his collar tightly.

All in Class B of the second year, with ten years of grievances brewing, were originally only one step away from the middle grievances. Finally, with the entry of Saki Raya Yuki, the former client, they finally stepped into the threshold of the middle grievances.

"Now it's up to Sakura whether he can hold up the trace of clarity in his head."

Beichuanji looked at the opponent's movements with scorching eyes, and at the same time stretched out his hand to cover Nishikujo's poor eyes.

"Yuki" Sakura Yuki was almost dying.

After being hit by such a strong resentment, her vitality has disappeared a lot.

Sakura Yuki decided to continue talking, but the next moment

Her body and the student bench were lifted by Yuki Sakura, whose hands were twisted and deformed.

Amidst the scalp numb and twisting sound, the sound of broken bones and the sound of blood plasma bursting together constituted the most miserable sadness.

Everyone knows how to twist a towel, but no one knows what a complete person will look like by twisting a towel.

But Beichuan Temple saw it.

The blood was sprayed into Sakura Yuki's mouth like a fountain. This simple and neat way of death made Sakura Yuki to die without even a wailing.

Shicha High School is quiet.

Except for one or two clear twisting sounds occasionally from it, it seemed to be the same as usual.

At this time, Beichuan Temple drew out the spirit dagger for the task reward.

It is not so much like a dagger, but it is closer to a short dagger. The handle of the dagger is terribly short with the entire body of the dagger, roughly ten centimeters across.

In addition, the dagger's blade also had thick black blood stains that could not be erased, which made the shiny silver Kending look much dim.

System prompt: You have found ‘Ling Dagger and Ding’.

Ling Dagger Kending: This is an unknown and **** dagger. The creator loves it so much that he uses it to penetrate his heart in order to prevent others from getting it. At this point, it is rumored that those who have obtained the fixed order will see the undead carrying the scarlet forging hammer. Countless collectors go crazy because of getting it, and hope you won't be the next one.

System reminder: Jianding will grow with the spirit body you absorb.

System reminder: It is also designated as a special retreat item, which cannot be seen by ordinary people, nor can it be monitored by scientific means. Only by instilling special powers can others perceive the existence of equanimity.

The **** breath came from above the dagger body.

Beichuan Temple's wrist turned, and the handle of the dagger was fixed on it, and it fluttered between the fingers like a butterfly.

He looked back and saw that Sakura Yuki, who was soaring on the other side, had thrown the corpse with only the cortex to one side, and his scarlet eyes turned to him.

Sen Leng's tyrannical red dress was flying with the wind, and her claws were still dripping with blood.

In the end, Sakura Yuki still failed?

Jianding slipped and started, Beichuan Temple held his breath and did not dare to neglect at all.

This is the first time that he has really confronted a middle-level resentful spirit in a complete state, and he should do his best for both reason and emotion.

After all, the gap between elementary and middle-level resentful spirits is different in levels.

Just as Kitagawa Temple raised the twelve minutes of guard, he found that Sakura Yuki's body suddenly trembled violently.

"Bei, Beichuan Jun Express"

Sakura Yuuki's hoarse voice came out, but soon the voice was covered up again, and the clarity in the other party's eyes remained only for a moment, and the strange and cold voice came out:

"Kun Beichuan looks so special, I really want to tear it apart, I really want to think about it"

Before she could finish her words, there was another pause in her whole body.

It turned out that Kitagawa Temple had already bullied her body forward before Sakura Yuki's body was trembling and hadn't even spoken. As soon as her wrist turned, the whole person pierced Kending into her neck fiercely with a forward thrust.

Just like a hot knife cuts through butter, the sharpness of the set has not been reduced by its plain appearance.

The head flew up.

The voice of Beichuan Temple also heard:

"I can only use this method, it shouldn't make you feel pain."

The moment Sakura Yuki paused was an opportunity.

Beichuan Temple is not like some protagonists, who obviously have a chance to solve everything, but they have to talk about it for a while, pretend to be forced, and then solve the matter.

That's just a simple pretense of plotting needs.

From the very beginning, Beichuan Temple had a character that would never say a word as long as he could do it.

Besides

This in itself is Sakura Yuki's request.

but

Beichuan Temple pulled the lifeless fingers with his fingers and retracted it. When he looked back, the opponent's head turned back, and accompanied by a nauseating squirming sound, the neck and the head were connected again.

It seems that things are far from ending so easily.

Death reappeared in Beichuan Temple's eyes. Thank you for being the helm of this book. Thanks to a knight e for his sad wind, a clear cloud, his oath as beautiful as a poem, lonely time, and Yu Feng Nianbei's rewards. thank you very much! Also about the relationship between male and female matches. Er, the supporting actor in this book is not lost after using it once. In other words, there will be more dramas afterwards, all of which are only 170,000 words. It is useless to care about these.