"When did you realize that I was not a maid?"
"Hey, are you curious?"
In the room, the two girls who were facing each other could not see any tension on their faces, while Yakuei Sakura, who had poker faces but could not see emotions, took the lead in breaking the deadlock and nodded gently.
"Well, to be honest, I'm quite confident about my performance."
Indeed, it is true that the calm atmosphere has not been specially practiced, which makes no sense. Lixiang Fujimaru also failed to see through the other party's disguise at once.
however.....
"For some special reasons, I am cautious."
After all, carelessness has long since died - Lixiang Fujimaru complained in his heart.
and...
"What's more, Mr. Crow and Mr. Yasha have been looking at me from top to bottom since I entered the door, while your beautiful sister only glanced at me when entering the door, and then they consciously avoided looking.
It's strange to think about your identity or personality, so I guess you are a group. The reason why you don't want to see her is to avoid my noticing your relationship, right? "
Fujimaru said calmly.
Hearing the words, the arrow blows the cherry clearly.
Hearing the words, Yuanzhi was surprised.
Hearing the words, there were two bodies on the ground that were undulating slightly, then completely silent.
The atmosphere in the room paused for a moment, and Yuan Zhisheng moved his hand away from the handle of the knife without expression, leaned against the table, and then covered his face with a sigh.
Don't look more at Yakuo Sakura. It's his order. The purpose is the same as what Fujimaru said. But he was surprised that these two people could watch junior high school girls for a long time.
Yuanzhisheng's gesture at the moment is like a silent apology.
Private Marseille with red bean paste My man is so humiliated. Red bean paste is really private. Marseille!
Yakuei Sakura, Yesha and Crow are the members of Mr. Yuan Zhisheng, Director of the Executive Bureau of the Japanese Mixed Blood Branch.
Perhaps it is because he has not been the director for more than a year, or perhaps it is because he is too young and energetic, and his team is in a mess, basically cobbled together, but it is not a big problem, at least they are quite clear about the division of labor.
Yuan Zhisheng is responsible for fighting, Ya Chuei Sakura is responsible for fighting, internal adjustment, information acquisition, overall planning, management of internal affairs, balance of male and female ratio, and improving the appearance of the team.
Crow and Yasha are responsible for setting off their wisdom and power, occasionally Very occasionally C.
There is no doubt that this is the Golden Triangle.
But then again, although Yablowa Sakura is slightly redundant in her work, it is undeniable that she has always done a good job.
Even now——
His dereliction of duty will be remedied by his subordinates. The dignity of the eight families of Sheqi is at stake. At this moment, she says that Sakura will help the building collapse!
This has always been the case.
It should be like this, rather, it can only be like this!
Yuan Zhisheng's eyes suddenly solidified, and he raised his head to meet the thoughtful secretary.
Sakura nodded her head and smiled quietly. The mask of the young female assistant also fell off
The white light suddenly appeared, and a sharp dagger suddenly appeared on the side of Teng Maru's face, which seemed like a ghost! When she subconsciously looked over there, she found that, almost at the same time, a hair raising strong wind came from the other side of her.
The white dagger keeps approaching in the field of vision, and Li Xiang Fujimaru almost instinctively reacts.
Without hesitation, yanchueyang's wrist, which had not been loosened just now, was suddenly pulled to his side, so that when the latter lost balance, he bent down his waist, pushed back with his free palm, and quickly distanced himself from the table.
"Oh, oh, how dangerous!"
Her reaction was very quick, but she had never expected that the correspondence of Yanchuei Sakura was also very quick.
The blue and white kimono fell off at some time and was thrown into the air, completely blocking Fujimarulika's vision. At the same time, two daggers also followed through. If the direction could not be determined, they had to dodge to the side. The dagger almost grazed Fujimarulika's slender waist and legs and flew past.
The pitiful and innocent kimono fell to the ground, and Yakuo Sakura also revealed the figure hidden under the beautiful kimono.
Lixiang Fujimaru inexplicably smelled the plum like fragrance of the slightly frigid zone, and then she looked at the black fabric Yanchuei Sakura clinging to her body, which was filled with metal blades.
Now it's not like flowers, like black spiders, Fujimaru thought.
This time, there was no chance for a truce. The female killer in black clothes approached as quickly as a shadow, and her hands reached out. Each attack was not aimed at subduing Lixiang Fujimaru, but rather intended to make her suffer.
When the strong wind blew, the maple red hair fluttered in the air, and the arrow blowing sakura almost brushed her cheek once again, causing a burning pain to her skin.
The space in this room is not large, and it is difficult to do too many gorgeous and complicated moves. But Yanchuei Sakura seems to be very flexible, and can even support the ground with one hand and kick her legs out sideways.
In order to avoid being caught by the leg, there will be several sharp knives shot from nowhere, making Teng Wan Lixiang weak.
The fierce wind continues to howl. Sakura's attack is sharp and effective, never complicated. With her black suit and slender and flexible body, the attack never stops like the tide, as if obsidian spiders are full of cobwebs in this small room, bullying and trampling prey.
"Shih... it's really Miss Sakura."
Yasha, lying on the ground with half his face still stuck to the tatami, peeped into the battlefield and whispered.
"Nonsense, that's Miss Sakura."
The crow next to him, also lying on the ground, lifted her hand to her eyes and replied simply.
To be honest, as mentioned above, although both Crow and Yasha have some positions such as forward strategist in this team, they may not be able to get into Miss Sakura's ponytail when tied together.
He is a killer and minor in ninja. Who dares to touch porcelain!
Above them, Yuanzhisheng looked down at the back of the two heads with cold eyes and said nothing.
But then again, when he put his eyes back on the two girls in the battle, he suddenly showed a solemn look, frowning, as if not as relieved as the other two.
——————
Lift your shoulders and raise your arms to open Sakura's slender thighs, and Lixiang Fujimaru lightly steps back.
Yachikura sees that she is no longer pressing. She takes back the attack and praises while looking for flaws.
"The movements are very clean. Besides body-building, have you specially practiced martial arts?"
"I have practiced calligraphy and piano."
？
Looking at Yakuei Sakura's puzzled expression, Fujimaru thought that she really didn't lie, and that she had really practiced these two skills in her life. Learning these art related skills was originally intended to be useful when communicating with heroes in the future.
As for martial arts
In this life, it seems that the world has not met anyone who can teach himself.
"To put it bluntly, I learned some ancient Greek boxing, ancient Roman boxing, and octupole boxing."
It refers to Pankrasin, Jacob's hands and feet, etc.
Lixiang Fujimaru made a gesture with her thumb and forefinger to describe that she had only learned a little. In fact, he has also taken the ninja course, which is an experience course taught by the heroes in his hometown, but because it takes too long to exercise, he only learned the fur of the fur.
"In that case... should you try to attack this time?"
The arrow blows Sakura without any tangle, just softly suggests.
"Hmm?"
Looking at the girl's surprised expression, Yanchuei Sakura explains with a smile.
"Have you dodged or defended since just now? What's the meaning of not choosing to attack when there are many opportunities to pursue the victory? Or simply underestimate the opponent?"
The half clenched fist trembled when he heard the words, and Teng Maru Lixiang's eyes blinked, somewhat surprised at the words.
Only then did she realize her violation.
Why not attack?
It's needless to ask, of course, because the people who trained her before didn't give her a chance to fight back!
If you can dodge a move, you will succeed. If you can defend, you can open champagne. Don't think about counterattack. It will only add to your troubles.
But it's different now
This peculiarity is different from the previous one. It is likely that you can't stay out of the fight.
Although I'm not used to it, it's also good.
Don't Fujimaru Rixiang's unremitting efforts over the past ten years are just for the sake of not dragging his feet and trying to share the front work?
Li Xiang Fujimaru's self questioning seems to be a temporary distraction to the outside world, and Yakuei Sakura has no intention of letting go of this opportunity and moving forward quickly.
But things didn't go as well as she thought——
The pucker aiming at the ankle was avoided, and the hand knife pointing directly at the eyes was dodged. The palm gently touched the elbow to deflect its direction. Obviously, the figure looked slightly embarrassed in the eyes of outsiders, but there was no panic in the orange pupil of the girl named Fujimaru Lixiang in front of her.
Rather, she was a little eager to try.
(Do you take the initiative to attack... Indeed, I am very different in my life. The physical limit is obviously much higher. That is to say -)
Learn from the skills of the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, Chinese martial arts masters, Greek sages, and iron fist saints
The muscles and muscles honed in the past 14 years!
Lixiang Fujimaru is not a stepping stone!
What changed when I made up my mind.
The girl who lost the blow of Sakura in front of the girl felt the most directly about this. With the inexplicable lag of the battle rhythm, the girl in the vision of Yablow Sakura blurred her figure in an instant.
Hurry, extremely fast!
Miss Sakura suddenly had the illusion that she was sitting in a full speed sports car on the highway, suddenly being opened the window, and her head was pushed out of the car.
The hairs stand upright, and the arrow blows Sakura subconsciously turns his eyes, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't focus on its position. He has to follow instinct and experience to raise his knee and sweep out the whip leg, in an attempt to push back the enemy.
This time, however, Teng Maru didn't choose to dodge, instead, he was slightly on his side and his feet actively pushed him. At that moment, their faces were almost close together, and Lixiang Fujimaru was even able to count the dark eyelashes on Sakura Yakuei's eyes, which were gaping with surprise.
Sakura subconsciously threw several sharp blades, and the white flash was suddenly driven by the wind.
According to the previous statement, this seems to be a great power called Yanling.
However, Lixiang Fujimaru did not panic at all. She deliberately waited for the fast moving shadow to dodge only half an inch away from her, leaving no time for her to control. Then, with Chengli's step, Lixiang Fujimaru slightly lifted his arm to hold Yakuei Sakura's slender leg, and naturally pressed his other hand forward on Yakuei Sakura's shoulder.
Only one foot was left to exert force, and the balance of the upper body was also disturbed. Yanchuei Sakura was forced to fall down powerlessly. The vision in front of me suddenly blurred. After a whirl, there was a sharp crash, the crash of the wooden table, and the sharp stabbing pain followed.
The wine bottle was broken, the expensive and delicate porcelain bowl was broken, and the wine stored for a long time inside was randomly spilled on the tatami, leaving traces of dirt.
At this time, the three people watching the battle saw such a scene.
Miss Sakura, whom they admired and feared, was carried by another beautiful girl with a slender leg. The plump body wrapped in dark tights was close to the girl's chest, and the leg was carried up to the shoulder, hanging down weakly and naturally.
The girl's hand on Miss Sakura's shoulder has been moved away and placed on the side of her face, just like an alternative wall, looking down at the loser.
Wine and food, raw fish, the original delicacies were affected by the battle, but now they are attached to Miss Sakura's body in a disorderly way. The raw fish, because of its own oil, slowly slides down the enchanting curve, like an alternative form of dining.
The dark and beautiful long hair is scattered, wet by the wine, like a lotus, and the sore and wrinkled eyebrows have the beauty of being down and out of shape and incomplete. The hair sticks to Miss Sakura's white skin, connects to her mouth, and is as charming as if she wanted to refuse.
At this moment, such scenes naturally irritated several elites of the eight families of Sheqi!
The eight snake qi families are angry!
Yasha was the first to react. His rough and crazy face was full of ferocity, and his rage was mixed with nine points of ecstasy. He struggled to get up, wrinkled his twisted smiling faces, turned his eyes, pointed to Yuan Zhisheng and shouted.
"My current crime!! My current crime!!"
The crow was the second to react. His face was as gloomy as ink, like a hawk ready to kill prey. His arms propped up his upper body. He pointed at the samurai sword at Yuan Zhisheng's waist from another direction, and echoed loudly.
"Wang Yingjian! Wang Yingjian!!"
In the midst of the uproar, the originator refused to be outdone. She exhaled easily, raised her eyes and asked in a whisper.
"Boss! What do you think of this wave? Did you pass the interview?"
Yuanzhisheng doesn't speak, just looks around and sighs.
This scene is like a ghost coming out of the cage, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, like a drawing of hell.
The left and right Dharmapalas were shouting loudly. The thieves were giggling in front of them. The steady and reliable secretary was held down by the thieves. The voices from all directions were so harsh. The mature man in the middle of the picture was expressionless.
He was no longer reserved, raised his hand and lit his cigarette trembling.
The white smoke surrounded the man's lungs, but it could not burn and rot his life as quickly as he imagined, so he just quietly puffed out the smoke ring, looking calm and hoarse.
"... you, 100 out of 100."