"Long live understanding."

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled and said as he carried the knife back on his shoulder: "So, are there any other problems?"

"a lot of."

Masato Fujiki stared into his eyes: "But now is not the time to chat. If you have the chance, I will visit Keizaki Shrine."

"You can do whatever you want, but remember to come after school or on a day off."

"I remember."

Fujiki Masato nodded, then stopped talking nonsense, looked directly at Miran Kei and said, "Let's end the 'carving'."

Sanlun Gui slowly raised his right hand and made a seal in front of his nose.

Tick, Tick, Tick.

A sound similar to the swing of a clock sounded.

The time of stopping begins to flow.

Everyone.

Including the north and south winds.

Start repeating the action just now.

After not too long.

Each of them returns to the position where the "carving" first unfolds.

Including the unconscious Loli and the corpse of the White Bear Shrine clergyman.

Masato Fujiki glanced at the corpses of Loli and the White Bear Shrine clergy, made a phone call, and waved his hands to Niharahara Nanfeng and Samurai Yan.

He then held a Sanlun Gui and found a seat not far away and sat down.

"That's a good knife."

After the samurai Yan Yi nodded at Fujiki Masato, he looked at Kitanhara Nanfeng, and suddenly said this without thinking.

"What then?" asked Nanfeng Beiyuan.

"But you're more suitable for mace..."

When Beiyuan Nanfeng heard this, he felt as if he had met a confidant. He was moved and said:

"Are you sick?"

"……joke."

The samurai Yan twitched the corners of her mouth, looked at his knife, calmed down, and then asked:

"Does the knife have a name?"

"No, now take one... Mio, do you have any good ideas?" Kitahara Nanfeng turned his head and looked at Mio.

Natsume Mio was stunned and said, "No..."

"Oh...then it's called 'girl'?"

Mio Natsume: "…"

The warrior Yan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "...The name is good, you are really interesting."

"Excessive award."

"Then let's go, I wish you a prosperous martial arts, young man, goodbye."

"Well, see you again."

The north and south wind responded perfunctorily.

The warrior Yanyi also left.

Kitahara Nanfeng glanced at the sitting Makoto Fujiki and Milou Kei who were waving to him, and said nothing more.

He stretched.

Then he raised his hand, pressed Natsume Mio's head, rubbed her long hair hard, and said, "It's over, let's go home too."

Mio Natsume, who watched him chat and laugh with several uncles, came back to her senses throughout the whole process.

She raised her head slightly, looked at him, and nodded.
Chapter completed!