"The two of us have learned a few tricks today. Why don't you come down by yourself now and let's have a bit of a literary fight. It's just swordsmanship, not strength. Otherwise, I'll fight with force, but then you might have to show your true abilities.

Well, it would be bad if someone else sees your nakedness."

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The Goblin King said this very bachelorly.

Today Miss Wuhun's taunting is still very stable.

And in her hand, the red shadow demon sword was actually rejected by the sword-pointing oiran at first. After all, he was the creator who created her, and she regarded him as a mother-like figure.

But when the sword master grasped it, the dragon's spirit was entangled and dominated by the domineering sword god's will. When the opponent became strong, Miss Yaodao immediately became paralyzed and could not refuse.

Forgive my daughter for being unfilial. Mother, weapons should obey the will of the sword master. This is also your teaching.

Besides, Chiying has actually long wanted to know how powerful her creator is, but her mother never competed with her in the past, and now she has a rare chance, okay.

As a result, the scarlet demon sword also made a sweet sword sound, and the waves in the boundless sea of ​​blood were turbulent, which made the fire-like blood energy on the sword body become even more violent.

On the main seat, Miss Yin Chui was silent...

Tsk tsk tsk, this is really my good daughter, you little guy is really talented.

The Oiran's exquisite doll-like demeanor is a bit unbearable. Although her professionalism is professional, her violent temper is also real. Why do you think she needs such good professionalism?

It's not just to suppress his natural violent temper.

But now, she can't bear it anymore. This little guy has bullied others too much. Today, my sister must let this little guy know that Flower Street is not the place for such a little guy who has not yet fully grown his hair.

Katcha....

On Miss Oiran's face, the thick white powder that was originally smeared like a mask cracked, and the veins on her forehead popped out due to anger, forming a tic-tac-toe. Miss Yinchui stood up silently.

At this stop, there was an immediate sense of oppression.

Because the oiran lady is also really tall, even Dorothy, the dragon witch, feels a little stressed.

"Do all your Japanese beauties have such big cars?"

The otaku witch looked back at her Aunt Zi and asked curiously.

In the original photo of Long Ma, Aunt Zi had a height that was not inferior to Long Ma. Later, Miss Red Shadow's Demon Sword Princess form was also very tall, and they were comparable, but now this Oiran lady is taller than both.

People are much taller.

Although as a big car enthusiast, Dorothy moved around the strike zone, but there was something wrong with it.

In response, the blond weird aunt turned the crystal sword in her hand into a crystal folding fan, then covered her mouth with the fan and said with a smile.

"Well, after all, we are Japanese nobles and ghosts. It is normal to be taller. Come on, little guy. You have to finish the challenge with a smile on your opponent."

The strange aunt waved her hand towards the witch.

Dorothy turned her head and saw a scarlet horn growing out of the center of the evil courtesan's forehead. However, this not only did not damage her beauty, but made her already charming face look much more heroic.

Well, she liked it originally, but now she likes it even more.

only....

That weapon, are you serious?

Seeing the oiran lady taking out a nearly four-meter-long mace from under the skirt of her heavy oiran robe, and then carrying it on her shoulders as if the murderous aura weighed nothing, Doro walked over step by step.

Akane fell into deep thought.

This weapon is really girly, so it doesn't suit your status as an courtesan.
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