A Dimensional journey That begins with the Sword - Chapter 200
Chapter 199 Gifts
Chapter 199 Gifts
Pointing at the guests who lined up outside the shop, He Yuan kept his hands.
“I’m a little bit busy here, can you ask you to help you help you?”
“There are thanks!”
“What? What is Xie Li?”
Several dancing girls broke into He Yuan, and the big eyes looking forward to him looked at He Yuan.
“Well!”
“Pain ~~”
He Yuan gave Qian Yan a hand knife, and said, “Qian Yan, you need to help first if you want to thank Li. I need to be responsible for the guests who lined up in front of the door.The guests! ”
“Hi ~”
After getting He Yuan’s instructions, Qian Yan quickly lowered the hands that covered his head, and sat in the shop with a cold drink in front of He Yuan.
Looking at Qian Yan’s busyness, He Yuan’s heart had a little more confidence in his plan.
Qian Yan’s problem is mainly on a “self”.
Her existence is a love bead that is fused by the combination of many soul -owed memories. Once these memories are returned to the owed soul, and the souls are reincarnated, then “Qian Qian” is equivalent to existing.Disappearing.
What He Yuan did now is to arrange a status that can be recognized by her, and has a memory that is unique to her, and believes in the existence of “yourself”.
As long as you keep “self”, then “Qian Qian” can always exist!
“Yeah, I’m exhausted …”
When you are busy, time always goes quickly.
After the peak period of the tourists, Qian Qian lay on the table softly, and the salted fish was bitter.
However, the opposite of complaining in her mouth was the smile on Qian Yan’s face.
“Thanks for your hard work!”
Sending the last guest, He Yuan carried a cup of milk tea, put a few breads on the table, and pushed it to Qian Qian.
“Guru Guru …”
“ha–”
After drinking a large mouthful of milk tea, Qian Yan reached out and grabbed the bread in his hand and took a bite.
“Now, the manager, what about the gift you said? Xie Li.”
After the resurrection, the girl full of vitality can always make people feel happy.
“Well, ready for a long time.”
Take out a red jewelry box from the pocket and open the jewelry box and hand it to Qian Qian: “See you or not.”
“Wow ~”
“it’s beautiful!”
Take the silver bracelet in the jewelry box with the left hand, and then, Qian Yan’s eyes looked at the red hair band in He Yuan’s hand.
“Keke …”
“That, I think it is more suitable for you than yellow, red hair bands.”
If it is necessary to send a sloppy bracelet, then the red hair belt belongs to He Yuan’s selfishness.
Compared to letting Kurosaki Kurosaki’s good feelings, it is better to come by yourself.
Nympho
The sun is rising and the moon is a new day.
Last night, He Yuan flickered by Qian Yan, who had nowhere to go, and lived in “Qianzheng’s House”. Today, he promised to help in He Yuan’s shop today.
However, the operating park during the day is much worse than that at night, and He Yuan can do it completely.
Seeing that Qian Yan had started to lie on the table boringly, her legs dangled back and forth. He Yuan felt that if he continued like this, the memory of others may start to affect Qian Yan.
At present, He Yuan took out some money from the drawer and sat opposite Qian Qian.
“Qian Yan, these are your rewards last night. If you want to play, go and play for a while!”
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“Really? Long live the manager, long live …”
In other words, after getting along last night, Qian Yan was a little uncomfortable in front of He Yuan, just like he was his sister, and he didn’t dare to want to make it.
But now he gets He Yuan’s first, and he still controls so much under surprise. He runs out and runs out.
“Hey, don’t play too crazy, remember to go home at night …”
“Hi Hi Hi …”
Nympho
At noon, countless weird spiritual pressure appeared in He Yuan’s induction, and woke him up from the library with Slang Sword.
The place where these spiritual pressure gathered was the place where Qian Qian was.
“Is it the soul that the soul has arrived?”
He Yuan also maintains an optimistic attitude towards the acquaintance of Qian Qian and Kurosaki.
Experience more, having your own memory, is a good thing for Qian Yan.
Just pay attention to Yan Long and his party at any time.
“So, start action!”
Lock the store door, He Yuan did not convert into a state of death, but just kept his body and walked towards Qianyu.
Regardless of whether it is intentional or unintentional, in various battles, people with extraordinary abilities such as death, virtual, and extinction are always ignored ordinary humans.
Compared to the state of death, He Yuan feels that ordinary human beings can make Kurosaki Kurosaki and the corpse soul world ignore himself.
Because it is going to work, except for a few people, the streets are empty.
However, this is the perspective of ordinary people.
In the eyes of people with spiritual power, the street has been white, and things like ghosts are completely occupied.
These monsters are exactly the same, and the head is a red shape of the upper and lower tips, wandering around aimlessly.
Kurosaki Kurosaki Kurosaki and Royal Lucia were directly surrounded by many souls.
Occupy Kurosaki’s body of the body, and the souls were ruthlessly stepped on.
“Whirring whirring……”
The breeze comes, and the maple leaves fly.
Qian Qian, who has become a god of death, holds the knife in his hands. Every time he wields it, he can roll up a tornado and blow the nearby souls.
Among the many souls, a light green robe flickered.
“laugh!”
White light passed, and the bright green figure showed a prototype.
This is a woman with a dark purple wavy hair, with red on her waist and cuffs.
At this moment, the woman covered her right shoulder, and blood flowed out of her fingers.
Before He Yuan continued to attack, the woman turned into a black mist and dissipated in He Yuan’s induction.
“Huh …”
The wind continues, Qian Qian is like the elves in the wind. The maple leaves are her dance partner.
Perhaps it was felt that the cleaning speed was a bit slow. In the whirlwind, Qian Qian rose into the sky, and the slashing knife in his hand emit a yellow light.
“Fall into the darkness of dusk, Maitreyan!”
Suddenly, the slash knife in Qian Yan’s hand stretched in the yellow light to become a Zen stick of more than two meters long.
There are several rings on the front end of the Zen stick, and the back end is a blade like an arrow.
Under Qian Qian’s waving, a tornado was sent from the front end of the tin stick, sweeping the entire street …
“Well, it’s quite fast to escape.”
At a glance, Qian Qian, who was playing in the air, He Yuan’s gaze, glanced at the place where the woman disappeared before, and turned to leave the street.
“However, their spiritual pressure has been recorded by me. Once it appears, it will definitely hide me …”
“Now, go to the cemetery and prepare it …”
(This chapter is finished)