Cang and Yan decisively put away their sharp teeth and claws.

"Say, what are you doing with us? Want to attack us?"

Chen Zhao looked at the two little monsters with a cold face.

It is not necessarily true that they are weak.

The sycamore is a relatively famous monster in Japanese mythology.

The strength may not be very weak.

But they are missing one now.

Furthermore, they faced this big crowd.

The momentum is extremely weak.

They now have no other way than to pretend to be pitiful.

"We...we want to borrow your demon sword." Cang Zhan looked at Chen Zhao tremblingly.

"Borrow it? Are you so elegant? Are you planning to steal or rob?"

Chen Zhao had seen them kill and rob on the street.

It's not necessarily ruthless to start.

Of course, Chen Zhao was too lazy to care about them so much.

Anyway, this is Japan, so it has nothing to do with me.

Unless it is like this, it is calculated on his head.

Otherwise, he wouldn't bother to care.

The Japanese supernatural world is different from the North American supernatural world.

In the Japanese supernatural world, they mostly deal with monsters by suppressing or transcending.

For them, it doesn't matter how many people a monster kills.

The more fierce a monster is, if it is transformed, the greater the merit.

North America is mostly dominated by evil spirits, and a few will have other monsters or monster riots.

Moreover, as long as the evil spirit or monster is affected by human life, it is basically impossible to escape death.

The size of the two regions is different.

Of course, it is also because of different concepts.

So Chen Zhao was too lazy to care about how many people these two monsters killed.

In Japan, there is no monster that does not kill people.

The only difference is that more or less kills.

Or it's the kind of Fu Sanshen who can't even beat ordinary people.

"What do you want the demon sword to do? Do you use it to kill the enemy?"

It’s not that Chen Zhao looked down on them.

With their strength, let alone whether they will be controlled by the demon sword if they take it.

Even if they can still maintain themselves, they can't make any troubles.

In less than half a day, I will be suppressed.

Especially this is still Tokyo, where the most densely populated psychics and supernatural organizations are.

"No, no, no...No, we want to borrow the demon sword to find our brother's medicine."

"What does it have to do with finding your brothers to steal the demon sword?"

"Every demon sword has a ability, hunting." Cang said: "As long as it is stained with the blood of the prey, even if the prey escapes to the ends of the earth, the demon sword can be found."

"Do you have the blood of your brothers?"

“Yes.”

Chen Zhao touched his chin: "What are the benefits for me if I help you find your brother?"

"Our brother medicine, he has a medicine sac. The medicine in that medicine can quickly treat trauma. As long as it is not the head or the vital point, cutting trauma can be cured instantly," said sickle.

Chen Zhao fell into deep thought, and this medicine seemed useless to him.

But think about your family and the association.

This medicine is very useful to them, after all, everyone has an emergency.

"Are you sure your brother is still alive?"

"Of course, we three brothers have the same roots and roots. If the medicine dies, we will not be able to survive."

The reason why the two brothers were so eager to save the medicine.

It's not just because of the deep brotherhood.

At the same time, it is because the lives of the three brothers are together.

If any one dies, the other two will die together.

This is how the sickle-weed clan is, with three brothers in a nest of cubs.

The same root and origin, and the same life and life are entrusted.

Therefore, the Yamaimai clan has been very protective of the short-term and the relatives since ancient times.

"Okay, let's help you." Chen Zhao agreed readily after a brief consideration.

At this moment, Portia pushed the door open and saw more than twenty people in the room.

Chen Zhao was still holding two rats in his hand.

"Ah... rat..."

"These guys are so boring." Gaia stepped forward and held Portia's shoulder: "I caught two mice and had fun there. Let's go to other rooms."

Portia quickly escaped from the room with Gaia.

"Are all the rats in Japan that big?" Portia asked with lingering fear.

Such a big mouse will definitely have a great impact on her.

Just think of the size of the two mice.

She felt like she would have nightmares tonight.

...

"No, I can't feel it at all." Chen Zhao shook his head.

He applied the blood of the sickle-roasted medicine, but Chen Zhao could not feel the existence of the medicine, nor could he feel his place.

But there is nothing we can do about this, after all, Chen Zhao was not driven by the demon sword at all.

Of course, I can't enjoy the abilities given by the demon sword.

For Chen Zhao, the demon sword has no other purpose except being sharper than ordinary weapon.

"I'll try it." West said at this moment.

"West, this demon sword will control people, are you sure?" Chen Zhao looked at West hesitantly.

He didn't want his own people to take such risks in order to save a monster.

"President, I have confidence," West said.

"President, I can impart a soul light to Mr. West to protect his consciousness from erosion," said Moore Raz.

"I have a soul pendant here, which can also prevent consciousness from being eroded," said Rouen Faxiben.

He is more concerned about this transaction.

Mainly I am interested in that medicine sac.

When he succeeds, he can use it for research.

"Okay, you can first apply magic to West and hang that spiritual pendant on it." Chen Zhao said: "West, if I find something wrong with you, don't blame me for slapping you out of touch."

"Well, I know." West nodded slightly.

After Moore Raz imposed magic on West.

Rouen Faseyben also took out a soul pendant and put it on West.

Chen Zhao protected Farli, Little Gelin and Little Larisa behind him.

He doesn't want something to happen to his family.

The moment West took over the demon sword.

West's body instantly turned into a warrior, and the red demonic aura was released on his body.
To be continued...