Ever Since I Contracted the Big Black Cat, This Money Fan! - Chapter 217

No one believes it, Wu Mian is a crumb, and he will miss the fate one 400 years ago.

Recalling the first encounter under the moonlit night, Wu Mian finally understood how tender Fate Yi treated him back then.

Although he carried the crimson sunblade and chopped off his head and limbs, sliced ​​him into a sashimi, and looked down at him condescendingly, questioned him, and despised him, but the fate at that time was a murderous intent, no matter what. The thought that tormented him at all.

Therefore, even if he escaped unrespectfully, he only lost face in front of Zhu Shi.

But four hundred years later, Fate One is the cruel and tyrannical “Fate Child”. Even if she loses the Sun Wheel Knife that uses Sun Breath, she has also refined the exquisite skills of Cooking Breath.

Yomo had worked in a food shop, and she was very skilled at making sashimi.

She seemed to treat him like an octopus sashimi. He lifted the eight-claw bone hook on his back, like slapped an octopus on the chopping board, and lifted him to pat.

As we all know, after the octopus is slapped, its tentacles will loosen unconsciously, and the chef will take advantage of it in this second, take out the sharpest knife to cut off the octopus’s head, and then cut out the ink sac.

And Yu Xingmi did the same to Wu Mi.

He slapped Wu Miu, and then grabbed his white curly hair (to remove his head), and broke all his teeth with a small fist (removing the ink sac).

At this time, the octopus’s tentacles will curl up unconsciously, and the power of the sucker will remain, so the chef must be careful.

Under normal circumstances, the chef will refer to the first step, repeat the action of re-shooting the octopus stump, and then use a sharp knife to slice it into sashimi, and put it into a small platter.

Yu Xingmi mentioned Wu’ere’s repeated beatings, beat the meat loose, broke the eight bone hooks on his back, and then scooped the bone hooks and did a terrible thing to Wu’ere-piercing his waist severely.

There was no pain, and he was forced to split into three thousand sashimi, wanting to put himself into the platter, seeking a relief.

But he never expected that Yuanyi’s cooking breath would not only make sashimi, but also beat meatballs with noodles ==

A layer of invisible objects closed the Japanese room, which was gathered like a film, and rolled three thousand rampage sashimi around Yu Xingmi.

Ah, isn’t the red sliced ​​meat just a must for mutton-shaking in the winter?

It’s just a pity that this “sheep” is poisonous.

Yu Xingmi sighed and smashed the sliced ​​meat with a fist, just like the very interesting master of the ramen restaurant, making the noodles very smoothly. Draw a circle in Tai Chi style first, then gather the dough and knead, using force and evenness.

She squatted down, looked at the big sashimi in the human figure, and couldn’t help but slapped nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Alas, the dough is so big, there must be more manpower to help! Otherwise, we have to reconcile in the Year of the Monkey!

As a result, under the package of Nian, Wuxian Sashimi had nowhere to escape, and was forced to endure a series of slap attacks, completely turning into a soft and chewy dough.

The ramen master Yu Xingmi stretched and flew him, then gathered and kneaded him. After ninety-nine processes, Wu Mian has finally become a good Jindao ramen!

Yu Xingmi looked at the finished product (mosaic) with satisfaction, and pulled the eight-claw bone hook to bind the finished product, and tied it with a beautiful bow.

Well, that’s it for the crumbed ramen!

No misfortune:…

There was a decent death in front of him. He didn’t cherish it. He regretted it when he lost it. The most painful thing in the world is this.

If God is willing to give him a chance to come back, he wants to go back to four hundred years ago, and say three words to the fate who still has a little milk: “Just do it!”

If he had to add a degree to this “simply”, he hoped it would be one size fits all.

Rather than being beaten into a pile of faces, tied with a bow, and held in the hands of the female Tyrannosaurus indecently as it is now. She exudes golden light, like a sun that never goes out.

咚咚咚——

This is the loud noise of countless heavy and chamber doors being blasted by her!

At this time, Wu Mier understood the meaning of “man-made disaster”.

Ah, Black Death Mou, if time goes back in time, I will not kidnap you when I die!

If it weren’t for you, your brother wouldn’t have hated me for four hundred years. He hated him so much that Santuchuan couldn’t hold his grievances, and he put him back into the world.

Whatever you think is your fault!

Then, there is no more…

Caught off guard, Mosaic Wu Mian and the protagonist of the trousers door black death Mou face, and instantly see the light to death.

In order to prevent his subordinates from getting out of his control, Wu Mian likes to control them with blood. Therefore, as long as there is a bond of blood, both parties can perceive each other.

Wu Mian sensed the black death Mou who was wearing trousers at the speed of light:…

Hei Si Mou perceives the mosaic version of Wu Mi:…

There is nothing left but a thousand lines of black history.

“Huh?” Yu Xingmi held a tuft of mosaics, and looked at the people and ghosts in the Japanese room, “It turns out that it’s you…” especially referring to Brother Shito.

She sighed, “Come here in the smell of Meliam, but I didn’t expect to find you.”

Also, the Shitou brothers always play with the months-old Meru Aim, and it is not an exaggeration to be caught by him. Come to think of it, Little Ant likes these two kids very much, otherwise, the taste would not be so strong.

However, the situation does not seem to be optimistic.

Yu Xingmi looked at Black Death Mou.

The black death Mou suddenly stiffened:…

She could feel the emotions of “Fate Yi” boiling, sighing for reunion, but more endless sorrow. The emotion that “Yuan Yi” puts on this six-eyed ghost is much higher than the belief of “Killing without misfortune”.

[Brother, how sad…]

With a ghostly messenger, Yu Xingmi looked at the black death Mou and said, “Brother, how sad…”

With the same face and the same words, time seemed to have flown four hundred years ago, returning to the **** moonlit night again. The white-haired Cangyuan stood there, the scarlet blade across his neck.

Whether he is eight or eighty years old, whether he is a human or an evil spirit, he cannot match it.

Black Death Mou’s pupils shrank suddenly: “Fate One…”

Why can only you escape the shackles of fate?

Why can only you recover as a human being?

Fate One, I have always been jealous of you and hate you.

At this moment, the ghost killing team, who was shocked by the word “brother”, was startled. Ichiro turned the tide and asked, “Brother?”

“Sister, is this ugly ghost your brother?”

A “sister” tells the gender, and the sentence “ugly” tells the center of gravity.

Yuan Yi is no longer the nasty little brother, but he is still the most hated ghost of mankind.

Ten thousand arrows in the knee!

Black Death Mou:…

Ichiro said that he had something to say: “Sister, if you are reluctant to do it, please give us the battlefield.”

Yu Xing opened his mouth, before he had time to say anything, he heard a roar from the black death Mu Ping.

“Naughty!” Hei Si Mou’s anger was aimed at Ichiro, “It’s really an unruly junior! Is the “sister” kind of generation shouting indiscriminately?”

The black death Mou, who is the most hierarchical in his life, couldn’t bear it. He directly broke the big news: “Fate One is my…sister! And you are the descendants of my descendants who stayed in the country when I was a human being.”

“I and Yuanyi are your ancestors!”

“You should call her–” That’s it, how did you rank in the four hundred years? Forget it, he is a literate ghost, “Second Taizu.”

Uh, what…

Second Taizu? !

Brother Shito, who was shocked by “I am the descendant of ghosts”:…

Tomioka and Fushikawa who were shocked by “Yu Xingya is the ghost’s sister”:…

Yu Xingmi, who was completely shocked by the “Second Taizu”:…

With a bang, the miserable dough fell out!

To tell the truth, the second Taizu came out, and she really lost half of her combat effectiveness.

Black Death Mou: “And I am your great ancestor.”

Brother Shito:…

Undead River X Tomioka:…

Yu Xingmi:…

Well, after discovering that the elder brother of “Yuan Yi” is Tie Hanhan, she immediately lost all combat power ==

“Nonsense!” said the unscrupulous descendant Ichiro, that you want incense to be worshipped is nothing, “why do you think that we are the descendants of your heirs? Do you just rely on a mouth?”

Black Death Mou: “Ghosts are very sensitive to human bloodlines. When I first see you, I recognize you as my descendants.”

Ichiro: “So, you recognize us and still have murderous intentions?”

“I don’t have the great ancestor who turned into a ghost like you!” Ichiro breathed out loudly, “I and Wuichiro are not named Jiguo, our name is Shitou!”

“My ancestors are pure humans, they are not cannibals!”

The black death Mou crossed the knife: “But this is a fact.”

“The twin bloodlines of Jiguo really seem to be cursed.” He scanned Wuichiro, and then looked at Yiro. “My younger brother’s talent is always so much higher than his brother.”

“And’elder brother’ is like waste compared to younger brother.”

The sound of Jintiejiaoming!

Wuichiro’s Sunwheel Sword brazenly took Heishi Mou, his dark green eyes were blank.

Along with the heavy breathing, red markings similar to Yuan Yi appeared on his dumpling-like face, which is a symbol of the progress of breathing method to the realm of “brindle swordsman”.

The black death Mou Yi startled: “Breaks…”

“When I was only twelve years old, did you get Striped?” He shook Wuichiro fiercely, and the child was wrapped up unrelentingly. “Swordsmen with stripes will die before the age of twenty-five.”

The markings of burning life will give breathing swordsmen more powerful power, but at the same time, it will also speed up their death.

Therefore, in order to prevent his own destiny toward death, and to reach the same realm as Yuanyi, he accepted the olive branch that Wu miserable handed him and became a ghost.

What a similar twin, this child named “Wuichiro” looks very much like Yuanyi back then…

“Apologize!”

Wuichiro glared at him, the tiger’s mouth was already bleeding: “Apologize to my brother!”

Kasumi’s breath, three types, and the droplets of Kasumi!

The large-scale, dreamy and imaginary glow slash has the same beauty as Moon’s Breath. But its slashing engulfed a lot of anger, sweeping towards the black death Mou.

“My brother is a strong man.”

Keng! When the ghost sword and the sun-wheel sword are handed over, Wuichiro’s body is getting faster and faster: “Because I have my brother behind me, I understand the weight of the sword in my hand!”

“He supports me, I guard him.” Keng! Tear out a large piece of sparks.

“What do you know?”

“You don’t understand anything, why do you judge my brother at will!” Wu Yilang smashed Hei Si Mou in a rage, and was blocked one by one by the latter, but his momentum became more and more vigorous, “Apologize!”

“Apologize to him—”

The breath of the moon cut out the stream of light and rushed towards Wuichiro, who instinctively lifted his steps and ran towards him, and the counterattacks of Fushikawa and Tomioka followed one after another.

At this moment, a big golden palm lay directly between Liuguang and Wuichiro. Absolute defense held all the flying blades of Moon’s Breath, and also removed the offensives of Tomioka and Fushikawa.

“Wuichiro!” Ichiro rushed to catch Wuichiro, only to find that his temperature was terribly high.

Ichiro was shocked and hurriedly shook his wrist: “…The pulse is beating so fast.” That’s awful!

“star……”

“Leave the winding one to me.” Yu Xingmi looked at Wu Yilang, and then swept across the pillars, “Now, take Wu Yilang to find Xisuo or Ilumi.”

Undead River: “But…”

“No.” Yu Xingmi sighed and touched the markings on his forehead. “Although the use of power is different, as long as it is a human body, it seems that there is thought.”

“These—” She fell to the ground lightly, and stretched out her hand to brush the markings on Wu Yilang’s face, “It is a symbol of your world to open’mind’.”

In the past, Yu Xingmi absolutely couldn’t tell whether an LV.1 had the power of mind.

But now, after experiencing Yuanyi’s transparent world, she herself seemed to have evolved and reached another highest realm.

Her perception can become very micro.

She can perceive the subtle energy fluctuations in LV.1.

“Reading?” Ichiro asked, “What is’reading’?”

“The signs of vitality gushing from each pore will improve the quality of human beings in a short period of time.” Yu Xingmi recalled the open reading book given by Maha to beat the enemy, and continued, “make a lot of…at the beginning Things they absolutely can’t do.”

“Most human beings will die in just a few hours because they can’t bear the passing of vitality, but you breathing swordsmen seem to be different.”

“Perhaps it is the breathing method that has tempered your body. Although you will die early after opening the markings, you can still save your life for many years.”

“But without systematically and completely guarding’mind’, having markings is a burden.”

“Take him to find Hisoso or Ilumi.” Yu Xingmi frowned slightly and looked at Zhu beside him, “Let them help him condense the scattered’Nian’.”

“Otherwise, if you have been under the pressure of Wu Yilang’s “mind” for a long time, you will open the markings just like him.”

Isn’t Xiaojie and Qi Ya’s open thoughts right?

Under the pressure of thought pressure from the outside world, he was forced to open all the fine pores in his body, and then constricted and controlled his thoughts.

The same goes for Wuichiro.

If he maintains the state of open mind (with markings) and stays in the ghost killing team, under the influence of his mind pressure, all Zhus will instinctively release their “mind” to counter him.

Turn to…successive thoughts one after another (open markings).

This is a very dangerous thing. If she hadn’t brought anyone into this world, the swordsmen of the ghost killing team would have died as long as they turned on the markings.

She doesn’t know if the ghost can be destroyed, but it is 100% possible that the ghost killing team will be destroyed ==

Fortunately, she came.

“Let’s go, I’ll be the queen.” Yu Xingmi picked up the mosaic in his hand, “Don’t worry, Wu Mian has been subdued by me.”

The mosaic was shaking.

Zhongzhu:…

Black Death Mou:…

Brother Shito:…

Tomioka didn’t hesitate, and directly smashed the door of the Japanese chamber. He carried Wuichiro and rushed out. Ichiro nodded and ran out of Fuseichuan.

But looking at Wuichiro’s injury, he was really angry.

Therefore, Yiro turned his head and screamed at the black death Mou: “Sister! The first one is a pervert. I just took off my pants in front of us! Especially shameless!”

Yu Xingmi:…

No misfortune:? ? ?

Black Death Mou:…

No, Yuanyi, listen to me first, things are not what he said! and many more!

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PS: Black Death Mou: He worked so hard to hide it, and died at the last second.

Ichiro: Bah! You are dead, I must be at your grave!

PS: The adaptability of stripes and mind is really 100%~~