Amidst the billowing smoke, flickering firelight swept out. When Shen Qingzhu on the side saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank!
The red-robed oracle would self-destruct after death. This was something neither he nor Lin Qiye had ever expected. Moreover, the explosion was so sudden that there was no sign at all. Even if Shen Qingzhu wanted to save Lin Qiye, he had already done so. late.
He was about to raise his hand, but he froze in place the next moment.
In the firelight, a huge black blade was like a thick wall, lying in front of the frozen Lin Qiye, perfectly blocking all explosions and flames.
Black rope
The blazing fire danced in front of the knife, and the explosion directly blasted a huge pit on the ground. However, the position where Lin Qiye was standing was not affected at all. Except for a few burnt hairs, Lin Qiye could Said to be unscathed.
Lin Qiye stood there, looking blankly at the black blade that suddenly appeared in front of him. As if he thought of something, he looked up towards the end of the road.
There, a middle-aged man wearing a sequined suit with a withered red rose on his waist and two long knives on his waist was walking slowly towards here.
Uncle Kyosuke.
"The Oracle's body has been modified. When it loses vital signs, it will automatically detonate to carry out a large-scale indiscriminate destructive strike. Be careful in the future, Asaha." Uncle Kyousuke walked out of the thick smoke and smiled at him. Lin Qiye said.
After the words fell, the black rope projection that blocked Lin Qiye's blow gradually faded and disappeared, and Uncle Kyosuke's hand also moved away from the handle of the knife and put it back into his trouser pocket.
"I see"
Lin Qiye saw the two long knives on Uncle Kyousuke's waist and was stunned for a moment. He quickly figured out the cause and effect of the matter and looked at him with a complicated look, "Are you Yuri Kurotetsu?"
"It's a long time ago." Uncle Kyousuke shrugged, "Actually, I prefer you to call me Kyousuke."
"Where's Xiao Jin?"
"Him? He's here." Uncle Kyousuke stroked the handle of Mi Tong's knife, "How about letting him come out and say hello to you?"
Lin Qiye stared at the golden sword for a moment, then moved his gaze back to Uncle Kyousuke. Based on the known information, he quickly came to the same guess as Amamiya Haruki.
"Fake your own death, forge letters, ask you to commit suicide, and kill someone with a borrowed knife. It's such a big deal." Lin Qiye said with emotion.
Uncle Kyosuke chuckled twice.
"I didn't intend to involve you and Yurina. Your appearance was an accident." Uncle Kyousuke looked at Lin Qiye with a strange expression, "The first time I saw you and Yurina together, I knew you were not her. brother, because she has no brother at all
At that time, I thought you were a villain from a certain force who took the opportunity to get close to my daughter. I originally planned to kill you on the first night, but after careful observation for a while, I found that you seemed to have a real interest in her. There's no harm in it, and she seems to trust you.
Later, I completely gave up my doubts about you. "
"Why?"
"Because you are really suitable to be a cowherd." Uncle Kyousuke couldn't help but sigh, "Just like when I was young, your temperament cannot be faked. People like you cannot become the spear of any force. You will only follow your own heart and become the loneliest rose in the wind."
Lin Qiye glanced at the withered rose in Uncle Kyousuke's pocket, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. For a moment, he didn't know whether Uncle Kyousuke was praising him or himself.
"The lonely rose is almost withered."
"I know." Uncle Kyousuke smiled slightly, "Withering is its fate."
"To be honest, during this period, I was really deceived by your acting skills." Lin Qiye sighed, "You have always given me the impression that you are an ordinary old cowherd who is out of touch and smooth. I didn't expect that you actually have With such deep scheming, I set up such a big scheme without my realizing it at all.”
Uncle Kyousuke's expression became subtle.
"Actually," he said hesitantly, "I didn't set up this situation."
"What?"
"Although I'm a little smart, I'm not that smart." Uncle Kyousuke smiled helplessly, "This game was set up for me by others from the beginning. I'm just following his vision and perfecting the plan bit by bit. That’s all.”
"Do you have any accomplices?"
"It should be said that we are partners, we just get what we need."
Lin Qiye looked at Uncle Kyousuke with a flash of doubt between his brows.
The leader behind this bureau is not Uncle Kyosuke? Could it be that he still failed to see the whole situation clearly
"No matter what, your goal has been achieved." Lin Qiye thought for a long time, but still couldn't find any clues. He glanced at the black rope around the other party's waist and said.
"Are you talking about this?" Uncle Kyousuke took off the black rope from his waist and grinned, "This thing is indeed very important, but this thing was supposed to be your trophy, but I took it away. I’ll return it to you when I’m done using it.”
"Give it back to me, I may not be able to use it." Lin Qiye remembered Amamiya Haruki's description of the Fukutsu sword and sighed.
Uncle Kyousuke chuckled and said, "Don't be so discouraged. Among hundreds of thousands of people, there is still a chance that someone can be the master of the Fujin Sword. Come and try."
Uncle Kyousuke casually threw the black rope to Lin Qiye, and the smile on his lips became brighter, but this smile looked like he was waiting for a good show.
As the owner of "King's Blood", he can use any Fujin sword at will, and watching others try to pull out the sword but can't is one of his joys in life, just like teasing the silver-robed oracle just now Likewise, the pleasure it brought him ranked second among all projects, second only to being the owner of a Cowherd shop.
Lin Qiye took the black rope, held it in his hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, and slowly held his hand on the handle of the knife.
Fujin knife
Lin Qiye sighed.
Just let it happen.
Clang! !
Just a soft sound was heard, and the black rope followed Lin Qiye's palm and was unsheathed half an inch!
The shining blade was exposed in the air, emitting a cold light. Lin Qiye could feel that an indescribable connection appeared between him and the sword.
Lin Qiye was stunned.
Pulled it out
Uncle Kyousuke's smile froze on his face.
He was stunned for a long time, and finally came to his senses, suppressed the stiff smile on his face, and coughed twice in embarrassment.
"Ahem, it seems that this sword recognizes you very much. That's right. There are very few people who are qualified to become the master of the Fujin sword." After hesitating for a moment, he seemed to be unwilling to do so, and pulled the magic weapon around his waist. Tong also untied it and threw it to Lin Qiye.
"Come on, come on, try this!"