"You…have a cold?"
"How is that possible? I'm immortal. I can come back to life after being killed!”Mei Hong rubbed her nose unhappily.”
"You mean the fragrance of the wind?"
Meihong couldn't help but shiver when she imagined Feng Jian Youxiang muttering to herself.
With that person's personality, if he had the time to nag, he would have already come knocking on the door with a parasol, right?
"It's not her. It's a woman that I hate very much.”
Although she said that, Bai Ye didn't hear much hatred from Mei Hong's words.
Perhaps…he was used to it?
After entering the magic forest, the three of them suddenly stopped.
" This is…" White Night's expression instantly became very conflicted.
"It's exactly what you think." Even though it wasn't the first time she saw it, Fujiwara Meihong was still shocked." This is the mark left behind by a random magic cannon after she left your place last time.”
As a genuine ordinary person, Shiroya could only sigh at the destructive power of Fragrance of Breeze on a physical level.
However, Fujiwara Meihong and Hei Zhen could clearly feel the remnants of violent energy in the air.
It should have been a very gentle natural attribute energy, but after its 'quality' and 'quantity' reached an extreme, it displayed unparalleled destructive power.
"Master, I think we can consider going back.”Trying to estimate the amount of magic power he would need to do this, Hera Zhen tugged at White Night's sleeve.
White Night was speechless.
I want to, but the contract has already been signed. Now, I can only hope that the dimensional store's invincibility is enough.
"To be honest, if you only look at the spirit of the contract, I quite admire you.”
Knowing that White Night still decided to go to the sunflower field after seeing these traces, Fujiwara Meihong looked at him with a " respectful " gaze...
It was like looking at a martyr.
"I admit that she's very powerful, but if we really fight, it's not certain who will win, right? Have some faith in me."
"…Oh."
The Tyrant of Flowers had spent thousands of years to get his name from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and you…
With such a huge gap, why don't you teach me how to have confidence in you first?
He could only hope that the idiot called Joan was more reliable.
……
When White Night and Fujiwara Meihong entered the magic forest, in the sunflower field, a certain tyrant whose fierce name could stop children from crying at night was obviously in a good mood.
Although she still had doubts about whether the little store manager could make Fantasy Village full of sunflowers, she also noticed the strange feeling of a contract being completed when he took the card sealed with demonic power.
After that, she realized that there was a connection between her and the store manager.
In other words, she wasn't afraid that he would go back on his words.
Zi ~
A pitch-black crack opened in the air, and a girl wearing a magically modified Daoist robe and holding a lace fan walked out.
"Purple Eight Clouds, what are you doing here?" The corner of a certain flower goblin's mouth curled up." Let's fight first. Take it as a return gift for opening a crack above my head a few days ago?"”
"Fragrant Sauce, you should know the purpose of our visit today.”
Purple Eight Clouds 'right hand held the fan and knocked on his left palm.
"Purpose?" Feng Jian's eyes narrowed.
She wasn't stupid, or rather, no one who could survive that chaotic era was truly stupid.
However, as his strength continued to increase, Sir Tyrant realized that it was more convenient to use his fists and magic cannons to deal with the problem than to use his brain.
Therefore, after thinking about it, she understood why Eight Clouds Purple had come.
You're spying on me?!"
Sensing the killing intent that locked onto her, Eight Clouds Purple raised her hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Fragrant Chan, think about it. With our relationship, is there a need for us to monitor you?”
"With your personality…it's hard to say."
Even though he said that, at least the killing intent that seemed like it could smash one's face with a Magic Cannon at any time had faded away. However, there was still an aura that locked onto Eight Cloud Purple.
"Alright, I'll be honest. I just want Lan to pay attention to that small shop in the human world when she's free. You should have noticed the strangeness of that place, or rather, the strangeness of that store manager, right?”
"Hmm…it's a very strange place. I don't think I can hit him.”
How strong was the Second Battalion Commander Feng Jian Fragrance's Yidali Magic Cannon?
It was not an exaggeration to say that during the war on the moon a thousand years ago, if the moon was not the " natal star " of Tsukiyomi and was just an ordinary star, it would have been shattered by the battle maniac, Youxiang Fuumi. Although she was also a battle maniac now.
In fact, after so many years of silence, his desire to fight had become even more restless.
After comparing the difference between herself and Perfumed Breeze in a " head-on " battle, Eight Clouds Purple increased White Night's danger level by a few levels. At the same time, Perfumed Breeze's gaze also became stronger.
"No matter what, I will not agree to let Fantasy Village be filled with sunflowers!”
"…Why do you have the illusion that this is my goal?”
“欸？!!!”
Lan, you spread false news and caused me to lose face in the sunflower field. You're dead!
===== Separation Line ======
After all, it was a comic-oriented film. I needed to integrate the power systems of each world. It was impossible to completely follow the original design, so I would add a little bit of private goods to a few high-level martial arts films...
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