Demon Hunter and His Hut

Remember in one second【】

This Yata Kenko gave people a very cold feeling when they first came into contact, but as the communication deepened, Roger discovered that the character in the bones of this guy might not be what he showed.

Roger did not talk to him but walked into the room silently with Xuezi.

The room is not big, of course there is only one bed. In fact, it is almost unnecessary for the practitioner to take a short rest, but Yukiko became a little uneasy after hearing what Yata Kensaku said just now.

She paced back and forth on the ground, her spiritual power trembling around her, and a voice went directly into Roger's ears.

"That guy eavesdropped on our conversation just now. His level is far beyond ours. It is indeed possible."

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Xuezi suddenly walked up to Roger, "You said we should make some movement..."

"movement?!"

Roger glanced at Xuezi.

"Which one are you talking about?"

"What else can it be, the kind on TV."

Roger's mouth twitched. To be honest, he really wanted to see how the so-called movement of the girl in front of him was made.

Is it just a mystery?

Ahem, no matter which kind...

Throwing this dark thought out of his mind, Roger smiled and shook his head.

"It's not necessary. Since he found out but didn't say anything, it was enough to show many things."

"The true relationship between us is not so important anymore. The most important thing is his kindness, which means that your grandfather's guess is correct."

"Things must have changed a lot. I think it won't be long before we will know the answer."

Xuezi murmured a few words, this girl is really a genius, how many illogical TVs did she watch before she came up with similar ideas?

Roger did not go to bed, but found a chair to sit down. There was silence around him. Although he wanted to check the surroundings, he did not act rashly at this time.

Forget the time, according to Roger's guess, someone should find them after dawn, but the time passed a little bit, but there was no sound from the surroundings, and even the light outside was always dim.

It wasn't until a long time later that there was a voice from outside, "Follow me, father wants to see you."

The wooden door in front of him suddenly opened, and Roger saw the thin young man standing in front of the door, with long black hair and shawl, with a grim face. At this time, he had taken off the crow mask on his face, revealing his true face.

Unexpectedly, the age of Yata Kenko looked much younger than Roger had imagined. His face was pale, and his pupils were not the ice white that he had seen before, but were as dark as his hair.

Obviously, the color of his pupils was completely due to the mask he had worn before.

To be honest, there is a big gap between Yata Kenko's appearance and his previous arrogant image, even if his face is cold, it will make people mistaken for an ordinary teenager.

Yes, Roger saw a strong youthful spirit in Yata Jiankou.

Sharp and vigorous but slightly immature.

Roger turned his head, he found that Xuezi was still sitting on the edge of the bed thoughtfully, muttering words, as if he didn't notice the change at the door.

"What's up with her?"

Roger asked.

"Let's go, father wants to see you."

"Only you and Mr. Morita." Yata Kensaku replied.

Roger nodded thoughtfully, he looked back, and Morita Dohiro appeared in the dark.

There was a faint joy in Morita Dohir's eyes, and he seemed to know something in advance.

In the darkness, Roger raised his head. According to his inference, the sun should already be shining outside at this time.

But at this moment the moon hangs high.

Yata Kensaku smiled.

"Don't care about this, you will get used to it after a long time."

Roger didn't say a word, but followed silently.

Obviously, the location of Yata's Jianlu was obviously extraordinary.

Roger and Morita Dohiro walked side by side, and the latter gave him a relieved look.

To be honest, the environment here does not affect Roger's vision.

The lonely mountain snow scene, the bright moon swaying, this environment is more in line with Roger's inherent impression of the sword house. Along the way, they strangely did not see any guards and the sword house's warriors.

The surroundings were terrifyingly silent, and at first I could feel the biting cold wind, but as the three of them moved closer and closer to the mountain.

Gradually, the cold wind disappeared, and the flying snow disappeared. Roger turned his head by accident and found that the footprints that the three had walked, and the footprints that had been clearly printed on the snow, had also completely disappeared.

He watched as the footprints he had stepped on gradually returned to normal, the surrounding mountain peaks and cliffs, the building bricks hidden in the dark, everything, both near and far.

It seems to exist, and it seems to be just an illusion.

"What a weird place."

Thinking about it carefully, Roger couldn't even remember the route he took along the way and the sights he saw.

He was slightly stunned, and he had a deeper impression of the Yata family, and he looked forward to the sword master that he had never met before.

A little light appeared in the distance, not an ordinary flame, but a ghost head floating in the air, exuding a blue light.

The thing had double horns on its head and a hideous face. The flames around its head were burning quietly, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Roger noticed

^0^Remember in one second【】

After crossing a gate, Yata Jianjiao, who was walking in front, changed his expression slightly, and his whole person became a lot more serious.

Following the steps all the way up, the three of them finally came to the door of an attic.

"Father, they are here."

Yata Jianjiao said, his voice low and steady.

"Wow!"

The wooden door was opened, and everyone walked in. There was no obvious light source in the room, but the surroundings did not appear dim. There was a low table at the deepest point directly opposite the door. Behind the table an old man put his right hand on his knee, Sit down and look in the direction of the door.

It was an old and thin figure.

He was wearing a moon-white robe, and his thin chest could be seen through the overlapping plackets, his slightly longer hair was tied in a bun behind his head, and his large hem was spread on the ground.

Even if everyone walked into the room, they didn't seem to be able to attract his attention.

There was a dish of dried fish on the table, beside a hip flask, but there was no smell of wine in the air.

The man looked very old, maybe he was extremely tall when he was young, but after aging, there is no excess muscle fat to support the excessively large skeleton, which makes his whole person look thinner and weaker.

"Could this be the founder of the Yata Family, the rumored Jackdaw Sword Master?!"

In any case, Roger couldn't connect this old man of dead wood with the sword master who represented Wushuang's peak combat effectiveness.

Because he looks too ordinary and too weak.

This is different from Green who used to face disguise. Although Green looked old at that time, he could still feel the powerful force under his thin body.

But this person...

"Father." Yata Kensaku said respectfully.

"Go down."

"Yes."

From beginning to end, the old man in front of him didn't even glance at Yata Jian's corner.

There was the sound of footsteps behind him, followed by the sound of the wooden door being closed.

As early as when he came in, Roger had looked at the surrounding environment. It was simple and simple, and even shabby in a sense.

"sit."

The old man waved his hand.

There were tables of the same size on the left and right sides of his low table. Morita Dohiro gave Roger a wink, and the two sat down one by one.

The dishes on the table are very shabby, the same size dried salted fish and wine bottles.

"Are you disappointed?"

The Jackdaw Sword Master chuckled, unexpectedly, the Jackdaw Sword Master's body was thin, but his voice was exceptionally loud.

His hearty laughter spread throughout the room, his pale eyes gleaming sharply.

"Years are really a wonderful thing, it can make everything strong disappear, but at the same time, it can make the weak grow enough to tear the sky."

It seemed that he was just talking to himself, and he didn't need his own opinions to be recognized or dealt with by Roger or Morita.

"Morita, your direction is correct. Regarding the container and some changes in the thinking of casting, to be honest, your strength is far worse than others, but you deserve any admiration in casting."

The Jackdaw Sword Master looked at Morita Dohiro, "I'm very interested in what you say, join me, in addition to freedom, I can promise you anything you want!"

Morita Dohiro lowered his head. In fact, freedom was the only thing he wanted, but at this time he couldn't say a word.

Because the price of rejection is too great.

Although he didn't speak, his actions already showed his heart, and bowing his head means approval and obedience.

"As for you."

The Jackdaw Sword Master turned his head and glanced at Roger. That glance almost made Roger's whole person transparent. At this moment, Roger was extremely grateful, fortunate that the pale blood had been burned out in the previous battle.

Otherwise, he was really not sure that he could hide the old man who was about to die in front of him.

"Jianjiao said that you are good at strength. Although you are Morita's grandson-in-law, you are either a sword or a hand holding a sword here."

"Let's do something for Jianjiao, it's time for him to get in touch with something."

To be honest, since entering this room, after observing the so-called Jackdaw Sword Master up close, he felt the strength of the opponent's body.

The very weak old man who was close at hand.

It was weird, but Roger didn't have the slightest thought of doing it.

Only then did he realize.

Facing this old man, his fighting force seemed to disappear.

It was not fear or timidity, but the pure Roger's body seemed to have given up any idea of ​​resistance.

This is the first time.

Roger felt from a person what it meant to be a soldier without a fight.

Is the sword master so terrible?

Of course he wouldn't be naive to think that this old and feeble guy is really as weak as he looks on the surface.

Will think that, either stupid or dead.

This can only be said that the strength of the Jackdaw Sword Master has exceeded his imagination. After recognizing this reality, Roger is not discouraged, but infinite pride is born in his heart.

I believe it will not be long before he can reach and surpass the person in front of him!

"Well, good fighting spirit."

An old voice came, and the Jackdaw Sword Master smiled, "Although the spiritual power in the body is messed up, you are one of the few guys who can face me and develop fighting spirit."

^0^Remember in one second【】

Roger didn't speak, and a doubt arose in his heart. The relationship between him and Xuezi was obviously fabricated, and this point was clearly clear.

But why...?

Before Roger cleared his thoughts, he saw the old man sitting on the side raising the wine glass on the table.

Roger lowered his head, he saw a weird whirlpool appeared in the empty cup placed on the desk, and then a black liquid emerged from the bottom of the cup.

From as little to as much, it filled the whole cup.

"Drink this glass of wine, you are from Jianlu."

A trace of struggle flashed in Morita's eyes, but he did not hesitate to raise his head and drank the wine in the glass, and Roger did not hesitate, he opened his mouth and poured all the liquid in the glass into his mouth.

Roger didn't know if it was a glass of ordinary wine or something else, but he didn't want to try it by himself. The liquid in the glass didn't enter his mouth at all, but went to another place along the shadows.

At the same time, while piercing through the shadow world, Roger was strangely aware of an abnormality.

That special fluctuation comes from the surrounding environment, from the old man in front of him.

"shadow?"

There was no change on Roger's face, but he remembered it to himself.

"what……!"

At this moment, Morita Dohiro, who was sitting across from Roger, suddenly let out a scream. He firmly held his throat, as if he wanted to pull the liquid he had just drunk out of his throat.

Roger's face changed. He just wanted to rush forward but suddenly realized another problem.

"what do I do?"

camouflage? Then just look for a chance to use the power of Shadow Touch, or try to save Morita?

Between the lightning and flint, countless thoughts flashed through Roger's mind, but at this moment, the old man sitting beside him gently knocked on the table.

"Boom!"

There was a dull impact sound, Morita Dohiro's movements seemed to freeze, and there seemed to be an invisible big hand in the dark to restrict his movements.

Then a voice came.

"Concentrate and control your guardian spirit."

In the next second, flames rose to the sky.

In the crimson flame, a more powerful flame tiger crawled out of Morita Dohir's body little by little.

Roger noticed that Morita Morita's Flame Tiger was originally crimson, although it looked magnificent, it was a bit less fierce, which was one of the reasons why his attack power had been insufficient.

At this time, many black patterns appeared on Yanhu's red body, which invisibly made his guardian spirit more hideous.

This is not only a change of image, but also powerful spiritual power in Morita Dohiro.

Spiritual power surging like a tide, one wave higher than the other, and Morita Dohiro's momentum is getting more and more full.

The speed of ascension was amazing, Yanhu raised up to the sky and let out a long roar, and Morita Dohiro also got rid of the restriction and stood up abruptly!

laugh!

The next moment all the spiritual energy was sucked back into the body~www.NovelMTL.com~ Morita Dohiro walked to the main body of the Jackdaw Sword and bowed and bowed solemnly.

"Master Sword Master, thank you very much, these black spirit waters have broken the barrier that has blocked me for more than ten years!"

"Thank you!"

Feeling the vitality and powerful power in the body, Morita said with joy.

But when he saw this scene, Roger couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes.

He couldn't help but think of it.

"Zhen Nima Pit... I didn't drink it?"

At this time, the gaze of the Jackdaw Sword Master also fell on him.

Roger:............

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