Chapter 15 Flying over the pot

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 15 Flying over the pot

Standing upright while panting, Tang Ze wiped the blood from his cheeks and hissed.

The strange big spider screaming was scattered into swords all over the ground, and the hair was scattered and his clothes were scattered. Maru Bukijiro fell to the ground and begged for mercy.

"Go aside, a scumbag with no style." Tang Ze used his toes to push the guy who was sloughed on the ground and walked into the room behind him.

"No, don't take it away!" Maruhajiro's shadow grabbed Tangze's ankle and begged, "Don't take it away, you can take anything away, treasure, money, don't take it away-"

Tang Ze squatted down, smiled and patted Maru Takajiro's cheek with a short knife covered with black mud: "It's this expression, it's this pain. Have you felt the sin you have inflicted on others? Keep crying, louder."

After saying that, he kicked Marukijiro's hand away and walked into the main room amid his crying.

There was a set of good wood chests in the house, and Tang Ze was made of a subtle expression by the familiar cabinet.

Let him guess, this is the cabinet in the comic that was used by Maru Takajiro to carve the death information...

It can be considered a two-way trip, fun.

Tang Ze reached out from the top of the cabinet and took down the thing that emitted the treasure light.

This is a folding fan on gold and paper. The handle uses the best mother-of-pearl craftsmanship, and the fan surface is a golden character "荐" on it.

Turning to the back, there is a painting of a warrior slashing at the evil ghost.

"It's really interesting." Tang Ze looked at the painting carefully and felt a sigh that was difficult to express to outsiders.

A collector who uses a knife to kill evil ghosts as treasures will turn into evil ghosts. If Tang Ze had not made a thug, he would have been killed by a warrior.

Putting away the folding fan, Tangze used this exquisite fan to press against Maru Takajiro's eyebrows.

"Remember the pain of this treasure being plundered," Tangze curled his lips when he saw his face crying, "Repent for what he did, Mr. Maru."

Maru Budoro, who was full of oldness, stared blankly at the folding fan in his hand, sighed and sat up, and lowered his head.

The shadow turned into a ray of light and drifted away. Tang Ze inserted his fan back and pushed the ground to run away from the doors and windows that were falling down behind him.

The owner of the hall lost his twisted desire and the hall was about to collapse.

"I'm still a little injured. I don't know if it's use of some healing skills." Tang Ze raced against the collapsed house behind him, while summing up his experience to himself, "It's not safe to have only one mask. After all, I'm fighting alone, and I don't know if there are teammates in the future..."

You still have to work hard. Tang Ze escaped from the Maru family in a thrilling manner, telling himself in his heart that at least he needs to have a transportation tool when cognizing the world, right?

I was very handsome when I hit someone, but you looked really embarrassed when you ran away!

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After a quick end to a heart-stopping adventure, Tang Ze returned to Polo Cafe before lunch time was yet to come.

After Tang Ze's experiment, the healing skills can indeed restore physical state, but they are only used in the cognitive world. If you don't give yourself a full breast of blood before leaving, you can only carry your injuries.

Even if you enter the cognitive world again for treatment, you cannot directly eliminate the wound.

Fortunately, his injuries were mainly on his body this time. The exposed part was only a small hole in his face, which would not cause any questions from others.

Tang Ze pressed the shirt he wore to the top so that the bruises on his chest would not be discovered, so he pushed the door and returned to the cafe.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Anmuro washing dishes with a calm face. Although there was no obvious expression, the creaking movements of the wiped dishes were so murderous.

"Mr. Amuro?" Tang Ze whispered, "This plate has been wiped clean."

Amuro came back to his senses, looked at the plate that was wiped so sensible in his hand, and hung it on the shelf with a "tsk" sound.

"Are you in a bad mood? What happened?" Tang Ze sat in the bar seat.

In the comics, he probably has a cluster of effect behind his current appearance, and black air is rising.

But Toru Amuro answered his question with one question: "Where did you go in the morning?"

Tang Ze laughed dryly: "Ahhaha, I just went out for a walk and suddenly asked why this is for?"

Oh, what happened? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, just start to steal the heart.

"Have you not been in trouble these two days?" Amuro's eyes were extremely penetrating, sweeping Tang Ze up and down like an X-ray, "Have you ever met a strange person on the road?"

Please, is Suwa Yuji who is about to kill someone? Is it possible to secretly copy a bunch of small cards and hire a bad boy to go out to pay for it?

For a moment, Tang Ze did not dare to reply immediately if he discovered some flaws or had other suggestions.

As a result, Amuro Toru suddenly glared and walked closer to pinch Tang Ze's side face.

"It hurts--" Anmuro pulled the scratch, which had not healed, and it hurt like a needle, and Tang Ze hurriedly avoided from his hand.

The underage under the care of the juvenile still had an accident under his nose. Amuro was breathable and did not get a single shot: "How did the wound come about? Have you found that you were being followed?"

Tang Ze blinked, guessing the reason why Anmuto was angry, and said ambiguously: "That's, ordinary scratches... nothing happened..."

Amuro didn't buy it, so he reached out and pulled the collar of his shirt that was tightly buttoned: "I'm not honest enough to admit that your shirt was not as high when you went out in the morning."

Tang Ze's body was bruised by a big spider. It hurt to hit someone with a samurai sword. He lost 25 blood after being hit. It was reflected in his body, which was a long purple mark on his chest, extending to his collarbone, and the scars were almost blackened.

As soon as Amuro pulled through, the bruise was exposed.

"Are you attacked?" Toru Amuro picked up his arms and looked unhappy with a look of "Make it up, you can continue to make it up."

"Not count..." Tang Ze sorted out the collar and reacted, "Going out in the morning? Didn't Mr. Amuro not go to work yet when I went out in the morning? How did you know that my shirt was not buttoned?"

"I arrived just after you went out, and then I saw someone following you sneakily, unlike a good person, I wanted to follow him to see what he was going to do," Amuro Toru turned the order of the incident without hesitation, packaging his tracking as an action taken for fear of a minor. "So I found out that you were consciously throwing him away."

Tang Ze blinked his eyes twice.

Hum? Someone followed me? I was still rid of it?

Could it be that Amuro Tsuki followed me, and then others followed me, and I entered the cognitive world with a fake move, and the two stalkers collided together?

Tang Ze, who guessed 80% of the facts, breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't it the matter of the thief group of people who are asking about the heart? That's fine.

Tangze followed Amuro Toru's thoughts and began to explain: "Someone is indeed following me, for two or three days, maybe it started from the day I arrived in Tokyo. I don't know where they are."

With a heavy expression on his face, Tang Ze decisively threw the pot out.

Now, Tang Zezhao is reasonable whether he is being retaliated against by the senior management who is falsely accused of him, being attacked by the organization, or having other forces want to take action.

I don’t know whose stalker it is, I’m sorry, I’ll ask you for the blame for the minor!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!