Su Dawei felt that his mind was in a vicious cycle.

Logically, it became a mess.

In the hall, someone coughed softly.

Su Dawei looked up and glanced.

The young warriors standing on both sides said nothing, and the coughing sound was definitely not what they made.

Seeing these people wearing ordinary clothes, but wearing black belts with wide and three fingers around their waists made Su Dawei think of a certain martial arts rank in later generations.

Could these people be the ones from Hualangdao?

The coughing sound would not be made by the warrior beside him.

This samurai with a unique Japanese hairstyle, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand, standing upright with his waist and spine, standing like a pine tree.

His eyes were staring hard, posing like a hawk and dog-like, and staring fiercely at the young warrior standing in the two rows of the hall, intimidating with his eyes.

Of course, the coughing sound would not be made by the witches Yukiko and Kasuhiko.

That is Mr. Shu, who is half demon blood.

Su Dawei's eyes fell on his face.

Just at this moment, Mr. Shu let out a hoarse laugh, his face half buried in the darkness, and he whispered: "Here you come."

The witch Xuezi turned her head toward the palace gate. At almost the same time, everyone in the hall, including Kurahiko Yu, stared at them together.

The light outside was dim, and I felt a black object moving quickly.

Huh ~

The fierce wind blew up and surged with countless dust.

The candlelight in the hall swayed for a moment, and countless shadows flashed, as the Buddhist scriptures said to sway the world.

A low smile also blew into the hall with the wind and sand.
Chapter completed!