Chapter 966: 966 3

There are only four more Kijima clans left today who have served their country more than Daejong's world.

As the times progressed, the clan gradually disobeyed and began to live of their own free will. Some fall in the back streets, others try to live normally on the surface streets. The clan has tolerated it.

"There's no such thing as tying up a way of life right now. Let's leave it to our own will."

That was the policy of the father of the tree, the leader of the previous generation, but that policy is undoubtedly the reason for the decline. But the tree doesn't even think my father is wrong.

The decline in the number of Kijima was seen by those in the ruling class involved in spiritual defense as a decline in the power of Kijima itself. I stopped turning much of my job to Kijima, and even if my job came in occasionally, I was turned around for irrational and dangerous roles, etc. As a result, the dead came out, and Kijima became less and less numerous.

On the recommendation of White Fox String Spiral, who will be relatively eye-catching to Kijima among the ruling class, Mad Scientist Junko Suzuoka modified it to become a powerful haul, but not all four of them are convinced.

"I don't trust a suspicious man like Mad Scientist. Aliases classified under one pseudonym - it's not worth believing at this point."

In the living room of Kijima's hall, one of the four surrounded by an enclosure - the oldest, Hayazawa Morijuku - throws up with a stuck face and makes tea. The age looks about seventy to eighty. He's an old man, but he's big. Thick arms, thick chest plate. I'm still fighting on active duty.

"Master Mori, I don't know why you're saying this. The princess has made up her mind. And you're gonna fuck with me?

The youngest of the four - a boy still thought to be a mid-teenager pointing his lips. Slightly ill-eyed, but neat, its appearance is a substitute for what you deserve to call a red-faced beautiful boy. He only stretches his back hair around the border between his neck and back. His body is also small, but he is visibly a fighter, drawing the blood of ghosts thick.

"Here, Miki, show some respect for the older ones"

A tree, a family building beam, firmly stretches out his spine and sits upright, punching the boy.

"Stop it, princess, and I'll have to respect this bigoted grandfather and the womanizer, okay? I don't think they deserve respect."

Boy - Kentaro Edino laughs naggingly and slaps his hatred. I also feel like I'm ruining my appearance with a distorted look.

One of the four surrounded by an enclosure, a long-haired woman of around twenty years of age in Japanese clothing, takes out more Japanese paper and brush than pocket, and with the edge of Japanese paper picked with one hand, cleverly writes it out with a brush.

"I have no experience in action, and I'm not seen lightly by a kid."

A woman in japanese clothing who inverts Japanese paper and shows the letters written in masterpiece to the other three - budroom premature seedlings.

Early seedlings are completely female in appearance, but physically male. Sexual identity disorder, and the mind is that of a woman. She looks like a woman in clothing, makeup, etc., but it hasn't reached the point of sexual change. Because the voice is also that of the man, the premature seedling avoids pronouncing its own flesh voice and constantly transmits it in letters.

"That's bad for a princess who just admitted me and didn't put it into action. In training, you didn't take a crack at Master Mori or early seedlings."

"The moves are polished. Talented. It's an admission, but it's a lack of mental training."

To the self-proclaiming executioner, I say the tree is picky.

"But seeing as that's about enough, you're finally putting it into action, right? The princess finally recognized me, didn't she?

The tree nodded quietly to the executioner, who confirmed with a smile.

"From this we enter the forbidden realm. Seek further strength and do not modify each flesh. Early seedlings and a certain person are already ready for that. Kantaro also indicated his readiness to do so. And then we can hone our moves and minds in action. And if you don't believe in Lord Mori and Lord Junko Yukioka, you will only be spared the modification, but how?

When the tree inquired about the forest structure, the forest structure took a big sigh with its head on.

"Even if I don't trust you, I'll obey the princess's decision. This life, which was with Kijima, I dedicate it all for Kijima. The pureblooded ghost has finally become one princess. Of course, if you look all over the country, there will be other pureblooded ghosts, but they will be the earliest in Kijima."

Forest construction with a sinister look and a sad tone.

"Even if it doesn't go as far as pure blood, it's going to be between me and the princess with thick blood, and there's going to be another pureblood ghost, right? I knew I was the princess's son-in-law candidate. It's destined to happen."

In contrast to such a forest construction, Keitaro speaks with a flamboyant face.

"Erotic Hungry, Weigh Yourself"

Early seedlings have a sharp face, poking the Japanese paper written in masterpiece near Kotaro's face. Kantaro snapped the Japanese paper, rounded it up and threw it into the trash.

Haunted women are rarely born. Whenever you make a child with a person, the blood and power of the ghost diminishes and weakens, but with a woman who draws the blood of the ghost, there is a high chance that a ghost called pure blood will be born, with strong ghost blood. And the haunted woman also becomes all pureblood.

But the individual numbers of haunted women are small and rarely born. Therefore, not only Kijima, but the haunted woman takes on a high status with nature.

"That's what we have to do to survive the clan, right? Otherwise, Keitaro, don't let the Lord be a man who deserves a certain companion. Not in the eyes of the present immature lord."

"You tell me... princess. You're still working on this. When are you going to admit it? How far would I be satisfied?"

He is a mucky, biting executioner, but the tree makes tea with a clear face.

"I'm tired of hearing about that dialogue, about something. Whether the Lord is content with Himself today, we do not recognize Him as one person. If the LORD stops walking satisfied with his present self, he shall be unto that day. People keep walking and working out their whole lives."

"No, it's us ghosts, not people... Ha... Okay, motherfucker."

With his unfaithful face, Keitaro took the tea bowl and poured the tea inside all at once.

The odd pair visited the hospital where Wang Sano was hospitalized.

One is a long-sleeved man who exceeds his height by 190. The misguided nurse could not help but see the combination of brown skin and raised muscles emitting even glossy light. Its stern face also falls within the category of beautiful men.

The other is a boy with a cat ear kachusha or something on his head. Again with this beautiful face, the nurse thought, but her preference was for a man of long stature.

It's been a while since I've been in a hospital or anything.

Boy squeaks. There's a big basket in that hand.

"I've visited a few times with visits from people I know, but that's not my favorite space. The smell, the atmosphere... it's not good."

From his all-backed hair, he paid back for his hair dripping in front of a house, and the long-lasting man - Viper - said.

"Surely I can't breathe. Some of it's because of the old people."

Boy - Naru also agreed with Minato Sakahara.

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When I got to the room where I wanted to be, all the vipers and nalls flashed their faces. Because in a slightly larger private room, a skinny man in a swallow tail suit sat with two half-naked girls in a chair.

A boy with a respirator is put to sleep in the bed. It's Nobuyasu Sano.

"Long time no see, Mr. Viper. And I wonder if you were first meeting. [M] It's a foggy sword."

"Nall what? Nice to meet you."

While pulling into the Misaki woman's chair, Naru greets her.

"Is there no one else?

The air trembles and the audio is emitted.

"I'm not here."

When Viper answered, the lid of the basket held by Nal was opened from the inside and a white cat popped up.

'Is this the guy... Sounds like the soul hasn't flown yet... but how's your mental state? Nal'

White Cat - Grass dew milk sees and asks the hope and the nall.

"You're stuck with a strong obsession. But... if the doctor pronounces you dead, you're gonna fly away."

'Right. So, you want to go out of your way to summon me to help, is this guy that important to you?

After hearing Naru's words, Milk turns toward Miyazaki.

"We were already in this state when we met, and we weren't having a conversation."

"Huh? Why would he do that?

"How could you? Don't you see? Because I'm going to waste my legs. That's unforgivable. This is something that I should not refuse to do, such as rush and fail to do."

'No, it's a technique to be made, in fact... I guess that's why you called me.'

Misaki talking in a playful tone and milk talking in a saggy tone.

"There was a way to make it happen. This is my call, Milk, and you're here. Didn't I?

"An over-conscious bastard."

Milk throws up at Misaki, who laughs at her.

"And. Don't you think it's dramatic? A life thrown at you by a doctor will bring you back from the abyss of death, and you will soon be a hero of justice. Of course I'm the one who modifies it."

"Dr. Franken Stein and his monster... Well, I'm the one who revives you. '

Milk rides onto the bed of hope.

"How do you resuscitate it... it's like your brain's already melted and you're dead"

The viper speaks the question.

"I have recovered from brain death once before. This time, time is critical, but I'm going to make another one of this guy's brains. Once upon a time, I was taught the depths of Shizuno Liu Witchcraft - applying the second way of making a brain. If even the spiritual soul is still in the flesh, the dimensions are transcribing that data into the new brain because memories and emotions reside in the spiritual soul. So, if you put it back in with the old brain, yes, back to normal. '

"It's like taking over the computer..."

"Actually, it is."

"I mean, should I remember that resuscitation of the dead goes hand in hand with the computer move?

'No, he's not dead in the first place. This is death by definition in modern medicine, and if the soul isn't out of the flesh yet, it's not death.'

Talking to the viper, the milk takes to analyze the gene of hope.

"You're saying the same thing as the professor."

Says the pretty girl in the chair.

"Mm-hmm. It's the same view, so it's quick to talk. Milk is also a brilliant magician of grass dew."

"What I'm going to use is Shizuno's magic. Ma, maybe succeed. I want you to resuscitate me, so don't die too much playing with Junko. '

Concentrate, while also having a conversation. This is also the late art of milk having two brains.

"Oh, and you're the one who's cured."

"I told a friend here that I couldn't do it. Fair enough. Okay."

To Milk's request, Misaki accepted with a small exhalation.

On Akiko's behalf, Wu Lizhui called.

"Are you sure...? Is that true?

I hear my hopes have regained consciousness, and I follow my cheeks over and over again. Tears seep into its eyes.

"Look... thank you..."

Crying down, he looked up at the lily in the same room and in a blurred voice, Akiko reported.

(help from brain death state? Is that really possible?

Lily, on the other hand, was furiously suspicious.

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