They All Want to Get Down?

After all, all of this came too quickly and suddenly.

Xuenai found that in her heart, there was not much fear of death, but she was somewhat relieved and somewhat unwilling.

I am unwilling to surpass that woman, that my life is so incomplete, and there are still many things I have not experienced.

The relief is that I finally no longer have to survive under that mountain-like pressure.

Maybe it would be nice if...you could have a relationship?

Xuenuo found that when she was thinking of love, a vague outline appeared in her mind.

Very vague outline, but clearly know who the other party is.

The reason why it's vague is because the mind is still very unstable, but if you have a good impression, it's only that guy, right?

It's a pity... I shouldn't be able to see him anymore, I didn't expect that the parting just now would be the last time.

"Ah...yes, it would be a pity to kill him." Suddenly, a cold and magnetic young voice came from behind the white-haired priest.

"Who?!"

Hearing the sound of footsteps and words behind him, the white-haired priest turned around in a panic and glanced at him, only to see a black-haired boy in a hunting suit walking slowly from behind, holding a handle in his hand that was flashing. Shiny Knife.

The young man's steps were extremely slow, and every step he stepped out was like stepping on the heart of the white-haired priest, which filled his heart with a sense of oppression.

The knife in his hand made a long mark on the ground.

"..."

Seeing that in front of him, a familiar figure appeared.

Xuenai felt that her mood instantly calmed down, even though the strangeness in front of her was still approaching her, she did not have the slightest panic or fear.

It seems that as long as the boy's figure appears, everything is so stable, and there is no need for any fear.

"Deliberately create evil spirits, drag unrelated people into another world, and attack ordinary people, and even want to transform them into spirits."

The boy raised his head slightly, looked at the white-haired priest who was only a few steps away in front of him, and said slowly, "As a guardian of the Shibuya District, I will carry out the arrest on the above charges."

"Huh?! You bastard, don't talk like that here! If you want to arrest me, it depends on your ability!" The white-haired priest showed a hideous smile and said arrogantly like a demon, "I am the exorcist of the Holy Land. !"

"Yes, you are the exorcist of the Holy Land."

Amamiyahara nodded slightly, and then said softly, "Then there's no need to show mercy—the wicked priest."

I saw Amamiyahara's figure, like an arrow from the string, suddenly rushed towards the white-haired priest, and the knife in his hand flashed.

The long mark that Murasame had drawn on the ground before, flashed with white light, and struck at the figure of the priest.

"Wow..."

The white-haired priest was just about to resist with the one-handed sword in his hand, when a ray of light flashed on the one-handed sword, but he saw that the sword in his hand, together with his palm, flew into the sky together. Devoured by light.

Blood spurted out from the broken wrist of the white-haired priest, and flowed along the robe on his body to the ground, mixed with the pattering rain, and dyed the only shallow layer of rain red.

Broken palm and one-handed sword, lying quietly on the ground, let the rain wash.

"But... Damn!"

The white-haired priest looked at Amamiyahara with an expression of disbelief.

The astonishment and unwillingness in his heart surpassed the pain of the severed palm, so that he even forgot to show the pain on his face.

Damn, he is a well-known existence among exorcists, and he came from the Holy Land Vatican.

Even if the young man in front of him is extremely prestigious among Onmyoji, how could he be able to kill him so easily?

"Thank you." Amamiyahara said sincerely looking at the white-haired priest.

"You bastard, what do you mean by thanking me? Are you humiliating me?" the white-haired priest roared hysterically.

At this time, the severe pain finally spread to the brain through the nerves.

Let the white-haired priest find that his palm is broken, and it seems that it is extremely difficult to connect it back.

And he was almost killed by Amamiyahara just now, which means... he is not Amamiyahara's opponent at all!

"Ah, no, there is no such thing. The reason why I thank you is that you are such a bastard who always reminds me to maintain rationality and morality, and be a human being, not a beast."

Amamiyahara shook his head and said softly.

Pfft!

In the next instant, Amamiyahara flashed and kicked the white-haired priest in front of him into the rain.

The white-haired priest who was suddenly knocked down showed a look of astonishment, and his turbid eyes were full of confusion.

This guy only thanked himself one second, and started the next second?

clap clap clap!

Amamiyahara pressed the shoulder of the white-haired priest with his left hand, the knee of his right leg pressed his lower abdomen, and his right hand fell heavily, slapping the white-haired priest's face fiercely.

Several teeth fell out of the white-haired priest's mouth under the slap of Amamiyahara.

The white-haired priest's cheeks swelled up immediately, and the blood mixed with his teeth fell to the ground, which was quickly washed away by the rain.

"You can't...can...kill me! I'm...the Holy Land...exorcist!" The white-haired priest said vaguely, his eyes full of fear.