Zongman: Building A Demon Clan From Scratch

Before becoming Lin En's knife, Saeko Mushima decided to become Lin En's scabbard first.

However, before the knife is sheathed, it is still necessary to maintain it carefully.

Saeko Mushima's eyes were full of concentration.

The cleaning work is over and then sharpen the knife.

Anyone who has used it knows that if the knife wants to maintain a long life, it needs to be polished frequently.

As the head of the Kendo Ministry, Saeko Mushima has also learned a little about this.

This time, I finally had the opportunity to practice.

"call--"

The sharpening process consumes physical strength abnormally.

Fortunately, the preliminary preparations have been completed.

...

Saeko Mushima had her dense purple hair spread on the bed in a mess.

She turned her head, not daring to look at Lin En's eyes.

"Um…"

Saeko Mushima's brain became a little blank.

The brand new scabbard is a little narrower and needs to be run-in.

Outside the door.

Miyamoto's hand that wanted to knock on the door stopped in mid-air.

I wanted them to go downstairs for dinner, but I didn't expect to encounter an important knife-sheathing ceremony.

Her skin instantly crawled with pink.

I wanted to leave quietly as if I didn't know, but my feet seemed to have nails and I couldn't move them no matter how hard they were.

As time progressed, Miyamoto's breathing became rapid.

After a while.

Miyamoto Ri tweaked a little, and Miyamoto Ri left in a hurry.

downstairs.

Saya Takagi stared at Miyamoto Ri who was blushing and said suspiciously, "Why have you been there for so long?"

"No, nothing."

Miyamoto's eyes dodged a little, and he hurriedly said, "You're hungry, let's eat first."

"Where are them?"

Gao Cheng Shaye frowned slightly, feeling that they were not good at eating first.

"Well... Teacher Ju Chuan was confused when taking a bath and fell asleep."

"Where are the seniors of Poison Island and Lin En?"

They had known Lin En's name from Teacher Ju Chuan before.

"They... are discussing some issues about knife, and they are very dedicated and probably won't come down."

Miyamoto's awkward explanation.

"Yeah?"

Gaocheng Sayya always feels something is wrong.

...

the next day.

It was just dawn.

The first ray of sunlight in the dead world shone in through the gaps in the curtains.

Lin En opened his eyes and looked at Saeko in his arms.

Having seen Saeko's desire to kill is rising, and looking at the face now, there is a sense of contrast.

After all, no matter how happy Saeko likes killing, she is still a woman.

"Owner..."

As if he noticed Lin En's gaze, Saeko Mushima murmured softly.

Lin En touched her smooth long hair and did not rush to get up.

He picked up the phone that was placed aside.

Open line.

Last night, every half an hour, Shiyu Xiazhiqiu had to see him in the group.

But at that time he was busy with the sheathing ceremony and had no time to pay attention to her.

Sigma Man: @Xia Shizi, please ask for leave from me and No Yuejiang.

I have been waiting for Lin En news, and I haven't slept much all night and Shiyu's heart is cold.

It was so quiet last night that the message I sent seemed to sink into the sea.

As a result, she asked her to help ask for leave early in the morning?

What happened is self-evident!

Shiyu's hand holding the phone turned a little white, and her heart was very stuffy.

call...

She took a few deep breaths to calm her mood.

Then he started a message.

Xia Shizi: ヽ(#`Д)?! !

Lin En chuckled and ignored it.

Main world.

Shiyu Xiazhiqiu went to school with dark circles.

Along the way, he muttered like "stealing cat", "shameless woman", "clearly she was the first", etc.

"Please leave? Just ask for nothing!"

Xiuzhiyuan.

Teacher Guidance Room.

"That's it, Teacher Nangong."

"Okay, I get it."

Nangong Nayue did not ask too much about Lin En's leave and directly approved it.

Shiyu Xiazhiqiu left the teacher guidance room and fell into depression.

Really bored!

She scolded herself.

Then he took out his phone and clicked on the shopping platform.

Search: Bunny Girl Costume.

war!

This is a war for women! !

He picked one that made people blush, and Shiyu Shiyu decisively placed an order.

There seemed to be a fierce fire in her eyes.

"You rolled it first!"

"I'll let you take a step first this time."

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu gritted her teeth and said the defeated dog with tears in her eyes.

The second one!

At least the second one!

...

"Eh? Are you the only two?"

Ju Chuan Shizuka was wearing only one shirt and yawned downstairs.

Ri Miyamoto and Saya Takagi were sitting on the sofa and were stunned when he saw Ju Chuan Shizuka's appearance.

Gao Cheng Shaye blushed and stuttered: "Old teacher, convex and convex--"

Ju Chuan Shizuka was puzzled for a moment, then she looked down and suddenly realized. She knocked on her head and said distressedly: "There is no way, the only thing that fits the one I wore yesterday."

"By the way, where is Saeko and the master?"

When Miyamoto Ri's eyelids couldn't help but jump when he heard Ju Chuan Shizuka calling Lin En so naturally.

There are also senior sisters from Poison Island.

But that kind of relationship between senior sister Poison Island and Lin En should be?

Yesterday...

Thinking of this, Miyamoto's face turned a little red, and then hurriedly said, "It shouldn't be up yet, yesterday..."

"They slept quite late..."

The more she said, the less her voice became.

Ju Chuan Shizuka noticed their abnormality and trotted to Saeko's room.

"wait--"

Miyamoto Riki opened his mouth.

Now, isn't it better not to bother?

Crazy-

Jukawa Shizuka opened the bedroom door of Saeko Tuojima.

"Saeko, the sun has already shined her butt..."

Ju Chuan Jingxiang's voice came to an abrupt end.

She blinked, and as she looked at Saeko Mushima's appearance of eating, she bulged her cheeks like an angry puffer fish.

"Saeko, bad!"

"I actually ran away from me!"

Saeko Mushima raised her head, wiped her mouth, and smiled softly.

"Teacher Shizuka, you're here just in time."

Saeko Mushima initiated an invitation to form a team.