When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

Ikoma held the blade so that it would not be inserted into his chest, but he did not use his other hand, so he kept his **** bare, with his head held high, as if he was going to die heroically. .

[Picture: Ikoma] Link: https://novel-cdn.kuangxiangit./uploads/chapterimgsnew/492/15852/180111/191734-49972.jpg "Why don't you use your right hand?!" Sifang Chuanchang clearly found Ikoma This action, and looked at his right hand that was idle behind him. "Grab my sleeve and bite me!"

"Can't do it!"

"why?!"

"I used this hand to swear!" Ikoma shouted out his faith in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner as Yong Ye expected. "I will never run away, even to save myself, I will not trample on other people's lives! The enemy that should be defeated is Kabane! Defeating Kabane is the meaning of my existence!?"

...Yong Ye can hear this embarrassingly embarrassing thing from a distance. It feels like they have matched each other's lines and performed a lame duet-like dialogue, but this makes Sifang Chuanchangpu and a group of civilians express In a state of conviction, the people naturally dispersed, and the samurai no longer pointed their guns at him.

Ikoma's words seem to Yong Ye to say that as long as he is a human, he can cut him at will, and he will never fight back.

A chill was born instinctively, making Yong Ye feel indescribably disgusting. He always felt that Ikoma had been stabbed in the chest, and he was very pretentious with his chest raised up.

However, this contrived appearance seemed to come from the heart, which made him even more speechless and chilling.

"I always feel disgusted..."

Yong Ye, who was disgusted, didn't plan to watch this farce again, and went straight to the direction of the bonfire, ready to eat something.

At this moment, Wuming happened to be among the women who were cooking, and where he was, mingling with a group of children, teasing the children to play with them.

"...Is it really a child?"

Not paying attention to Wuming, who was opened by Sifang Chuanchangpu and ran out of the carriage to play with the children outside, Yongye just whispered, and came to the iron stove of the small fire and asked for food.

With no reason to be rejected, a woman obediently picked up the bowl and filled Yong Ye with a bowl of dumpling soup from the pot.

Holding the bowl and eating the dumplings that tasted only ordinary, Yong Ye stared at the large bonfire where the funeral was held not far away, and the twisted flames reflected in his eyes.

While looking at the flames and pondering, he didn't stop talking, he quickly finished eating it, and let the women beside him fill it up again.

"That, Lord Yongye... Due to the current shortage of food in the Iron City, there are more people and less food. Lord Changpu stipulates that civilians can only eat two meals a day, and even samurai can only eat three standard meals a day..."

"Do you think Sifang Chuanchangpu's words will work for me? After all, those few worthless elders are definitely not in the restricted quota, right?"

"This... if the family is old, that is..."

"Yes, don't talk nonsense, forget it...you go and stay, I will pretend."

Ignoring the woman's embarrassment, Yong Ye grabbed the spoon from the woman's hand and went straight to serving the food.

He didn't care about the regulations of the Sifang Chuanchangpu at all. The regulations couldn't restrict even the few elders who were idle all day with purple headscarves, and naturally it was impossible to restrict him.

Of course, Yong Ye actually knows that Sifang Chuanchangpu definitely doesn't want everyone to be equal, but she has a weak personality. I'm afraid that a few words from the elders will break her rules.

Everyone can break the rules, so why can't he?

It is no exaggeration to say that he is the mainstay of protecting this iron city. Compared with the family who wastes food, he eats to maintain his body functions and keep himself in the best condition, which is the most efficient way to use these foods, isn't it?

Well...Although because of the constant exercise, he ate a little too much.

Relying on his own strength and violating the rules, Yong Ye even served three servings again amid the glaring glares of civilians who could only eat one bowl nearby.

In order to maintain the consumption of his body, he directly ate four servings by himself, that is, according to the regulations, each civilian had two meals a day, two days of food.

Although he was hostile to the people nearby, he didn't care, and there was no need to care.

After all, he has become stronger, his martial arts will not be regressed, and he has the strength to continue fighting, not only to protect himself, but also because he is a grasshopper on a rope, to provide protection for the armored iron city and the people on the armored iron city, Good for these people too.

But these people just don't understand, they only know that he eats a lot more than them, which is unfair, but they don't see what Yongye pays.

On the other hand, for Yong Ye, this is just what he deserves. He pays more than them, and he also deserves to get more food. Could it be that he has to take into account the thoughts of these commoners and be hungry? Fight with your stomach?

This world is full of death and destruction, and everyone is just struggling to survive, and Yongye is no exception, so he doesn't care too much about other people's leisure.

After almost full of food and drink, Yong Ye ignored the hostility nearby, walked to the side and looked at the starry night sky, intending to take a break to digest food.

However, before he could calm down and rest, Wuming, who was behind him, began to speak in shock. It seemed that after putting down the child, he asked the women here for... blood.

"Ugh...blood?"

"It's red..." Under the puzzled question of the girl in the steam craftsman's coat, Wuming gave a bloodthirsty smile, vividly compared a decapitation, and gave an overly detailed explanation. "The kind of thing that spit out when you cut someone down."

"That thing... you are..."

"Didn't you say it? I'm Cabaneri, and half of it belongs to Kabane, so I can't eat ordinary food, I need some Kabane food."

As if he didn't understand what kind of impact his words had caused, Wuming still looked at them with a shallow smile that made the women nearby feel uneasy, with a bloodthirsty desire in his eyes.

[Picture: Bloodthirsty Nameless] Link: https://novel-cdn.kuangxiangit./uploads/chapterimgsnew/492/15852/180111/191920-53281.jpg

Chapter 28 Let me show you what a murderer is

"What should I say..."

Attracted by their voices not far away, Yong Ye just happened to see Wuming turning his head over and avoiding the stone thrown by the woman, he couldn't help but whisper to himself. "It's a bit too blunt, doesn't this kid know how to hide his intentions at all? But... he can't eat human food but needs to drink blood, um... Probably as expected? After all, the body belongs to Kabane."

"...Stay away from her, loach! This guy really is a monster!"

"There's no other way, after all, I'm hungry."

Being said to be a monster, Wuming didn't care, but after dodging the stones, he slowly stepped forward to the closest to her. The girl who was preparing to make dumpling soup for her earlier, wearing a steam craftsman's coat, walked over, as if He was attracted by the blood on this girl's body.

But... before she could do anything, there was an exclamation calling Kabane's name near the bonfire where the funeral was being held.

"Uh...uh...uh...uh..."

As if trying to breathe, the woman who was kneeling beside the bonfire praying for blessings, in the form of Kabane, made a strange cry, dragged her body, and walked towards the nearby people step by step.

Due to the kimono he was wearing, the rope on the belt was somehow untied, and it turned into a low-cut kimono all the time. The woman's chest exuded a golden heart, revealing her Kabane identity.

The crowd around, now finally has the appearance of facing Kabane in the past. If they are scared to sit on the ground and scream constantly, they are constantly running around, and even some are squatting on the ground and lowering their heads desperately, blocking them. Close your ears and close your eyes, like an ostrich without even running, just escaping from reality there, as if you can't hear or see, and Kabane can't hear or see, so don't ask him.

In fact, to say ostrich, it is still too insulting to compare these people with ostriches.

The ostrich keeps its head and neck close to the ground, in fact, to hear distant sounds and help avoid danger as soon as possible. It is also to relax the muscles of the neck and better relieve fatigue. It is not really escaping from reality, nor does it really burying his head in the sand, after all, the sand would suffocate the ostrich...

"Miss Shino?!"

The loach, who was almost attacked with a bowl still in his hand, looked at the woman who had become Kabane and exclaimed, obviously knowing each other.

Wuming stared at the Kabane with a cold face, without saying a word, decisively untied the ribbon with a bow on his neck, dived forward, and prepared to rush directly to destroy the Kabane.

"Wait! That person..." Loach shouted to stop it.

"...Huh?" Wuming, who had no intention of listening, really stopped.