k thorn bird

After hearing this, Tostigang snapped his fingers beautifully, and all outsiders retreated to the back of the students, standing tall and straight, also looking like exclusive bodyguards.

Tostegan smiled gracefully, and Izona smiled casually, and no one was talking for a while.It's just the two of them who keep laughing, trying to compare who can laugh better.

But, who is the best person to wear the mask, only they know.

Zongxiang at the side didn't bother him any more, he slowly closed his eyelids to cover up his gleaming pupils, it was acceptable for him to waste a little time.

The world is big, but it's also small.

These seven kings selected by the Dresden slate only set off waves in the island country of Japan.

But there are not only the kings in this world, but also the Gu art that has carried thousands of years of history and culture in China - Gu poisoners; the human beings transformed by the United States with advanced science and technology - mutants... are even more powerful than can be said Noble, even his subordinates can fight against the Yatogami Kuro with superb sword intent.

But after a while, Tostigang smiled evilly, and said to Izona with a bit of hostility, "It seems that a little mouse has come."

His slender fingers pointed to the entrance, where the blood-red Bana flowers bloomed very enchantingly, like a red enchantress who took people's souls, so enchanting.

"It seems that the little guy still doesn't want to come out, it's really..." Tostegan narrowed his bloody eyes slightly, but it was impossible to see what he was thinking in his heart. He paused, and his tone suddenly became sharp, "Not good !"

"Pfft—" A puff of thick smoke filled the entrance, and a figure was looming.

As time passed, the thick smoke slowly dispersed, and a girl in pink clothes appeared in it. (Students didn't think Neko was transformed from a kitten)

When the students in class one of the second year of high school saw that person, they couldn't help but exclaimed, isn't that my sauce?How could it be there? !

Neko quickly ran to Izanasha's side, hid behind him, pulled his sleeve, and handed him the red umbrella in his hand.

Neko was full of vigilance towards the man with blood eyes, and reminded Izanasha, "Xiaobai, you have to be careful, that man is very powerful."

Izanashe took over the red umbrella that he had been thinking about with a light smile. Although it was not the red umbrella that he had used before, it still felt strange that there was no red umbrella around him.

He touched the cat's head and said softly, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Neko is afraid that he will disappear again, and the two disappearances have left a shadow in her heart (the end of the first season and the second season, but the end of the second season wrote the return of the club), although later he It still came back, but she didn't like the feeling of helplessness for the third time.

Just like she said, "I am Xiaobai's my generation, and Xiaobai is my generation's Xiaobai", they have already been tightly entwined by an inseparable thread.

That was the bond between them, a bond that no one else could get in.

Izanashe opened the umbrella and stood between him and Tostegan, holding Neko in his arms. Neko looked at the umbrella with hostility, as if he wanted to see Barus Joy through the umbrella. Kill him with your eyes!

"Tostegan, you've been dawdling for so long, shouldn't it be time to end this boring conversation?" Izona put the umbrella on his shoulders, "I don't think I can be your ally."

The red umbrella sets off the Bianhua, and the red Bianhua also sets off the red umbrella, everything is that monochrome blood red, the air freezes a little bit, and the atmosphere slowly froze because of his words, returning to the previous situation again .

They seem to be comparing who can hold their breath better and who can keep silent, then he is the final winner.

It sounds a little ridiculous.

Such a stalemate is nothing but a meaningless thing, unless they themselves have evil intentions, no, it is more like a strategy than evil intentions.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the two teams at the school gate were also in a state of daggers drawn. As long as one side took the lead, the other side would definitely rush forward unceremoniously.

The students outside the red carpet area were also very quiet, and no one spoke privately without understanding the form.

For some reason, they are still in an inexplicable stalemate.

The bell that came from nowhere echoed in the silent space, and the pointer moved slowly, accompanied by the crisp sound of mechanical sliding and friction.

The other shore flower seems to be blooming for life. The beautiful and incomparable petals are tenderly raised, and the most beautiful moment is opened. After that, the red color fades slowly, and the gray spots dye the flowers, just like the black and white photos that are treasured, in the enchantment. With the breath of death.