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Since ancient times, fighters from different camps of Tianqi have been scrambling outside the school, and the only result is to fight one.

My eyes flew over Misaka, who were chasing each other, floated by the ready-to-go Sila and Salas, and passed by the two distinct blood clans of blood, looking at the spacious river. Blue Mau Kuchulin, one of the two big and white faces in the Gunstone Department, was involved in a group of disputes. He was thrown off the bridge and fell into the water with a thump. He just poked his head out of the turbulent river, and he was approached by a hundred thousand volts that Mikoto Misaka had missed.

Although Xiao Wang instinctively let the lightning strike with the agile skills of a famous gun Taoist master - this does not mean that his speed exceeds the light, just as the bullets fired by the gunman do not need to exceed the speed of the bullet, but only needs to be faster than the speed of the gunman pulling the trigger - the next moment he suddenly discovered that the river water is nymphomani can conduct electricity.

First we need to understand the situation.

As we all know, in the famous opera "Golden Pika breaks the spearman formation, and the Conqueror King leaves his beloved concubine with tears", the fundamental reason why the Conqueror King Iskandal was fucked by Gilgamesh was neither because the inherent barrier could minimize the suppression of the demilitarized sword, nor because Weber imagined the order of the spell as three sounds in front of the church. In fact, the root of all is hidden in the details that are not easy to be noticed - in the king's army of the Conqueror King, there are many spearmen, many, very many.

——Do you think Iskandal is really dead?

It's so magical. In the inner world, the position of a powerful weapon like a gun is both awkward and stable. For some reason, Kuchulin, who is skilled in martial arts and good at a variety of weapons, stubbornly chose the gun...

In short, this is the basic reason. As one of the well-known spearmen, Kuchulin has probably reached the MAX level. In fact, Tianqi has involved the fight between the Guns and Taoist Department in the past two years. Forty percent is because Kuchulin is in the shooting, forty percent is because Dilumuduo is in the shooting, fifteen percent is because Remelia was ridiculed in her chest, and the remaining five percent is equally divided by the group of relatively honest staff. Obviously, Remelia, who is arguing with Akaya Moeka, has not stopped.

Once, watching the other party's surging chest and mouth twitch, a big battle was about to begin. At this critical moment, Kuchulin, who had come to join in the fun, was once again caught in the whirlpool of dispute. He was bitten by some bastard and flew under the bridge and fell into the cold water. He finally used the secret method of dog digging to fight out of the water. Another electric shock hit the head, the sadness of falling into the gun, the coldness of falling into the water, and the electrotherapy that spreads through the water droplets - how could he not be angry? How could he not be angry?

...I always feel that the prisoner who knocked Kuchulin into the water was exposed to the subtleties.

Kuchulin, who seemed to have a slightly longer reflection arc, finally understood this. He first glanced at Misaka Mikoto, who was covered in arcs and lightning, then shouted, took off the spear behind him and threw it hard towards the bridge above.

Death Thorn Gun, long-range shooting mode, causal weapon, hit every shot.

The red light shot out loud.

A scream of pain, suspected to be Dilumudo, came from above, and then, Kusanagi Kyo's terrified laughter sounded loudly, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, Kuchulin's face turned black.

At this moment, I bet that this guy would definitely want to slip away as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, the Dead Thorn Gun was too famous. Dilumudu, who was in the same club as him, could even find it blindly. Fortunately, this flying gun from the sky completely detonated the powder barrel on the bridge. A group of funny guys who were so idle that they watched the fun picked up the guys in their hands and started to fuck him.

It's like a carnival, and I can't stop at all.

I think they have drafted their subsequent reviews in their minds, and the reason for the fight is nothing more than this.

I heard that the great, wise, noble, cool, domineering, kind and gentle President Long God has transformed. Let's come and take a look, and we want to fight.

We chased the lost youth in the sunset, and we wanted to fight by the way.

The mint peach flavor at the 200-meter crepe stall on the east side of the school has increased, and we actually want to fight.

The bridge is still so magnificent today, we really want to fight.

...It's probably this format.

But there were still people who were surprised by my transformation and came up and stared at me left and right.

"Yeah!" Indyx hugged his chest, looking confident. "I was not affected by any technique, and I was still the original soul. No matter what, I was still the original soul!"

Artoria stared at me in surprise, watched me turn around and smiled softly: "Justower, I made friends with Indyx to make friends with you in a very good independent restaurant, and suddenly I received news about you. I think everything Cheng did was carefully thought and sufficiently considered. It naturally had its own purpose, so..."

"That's wrong!" Indyx loudly refuted the meticulous blonde woman, and then looked pitiful, "A authentic British aristocrat like Artoria naturally has no worries about food and drink. How can I understand the suffering of a wild girl like me who no one wants? The existence of sincerity is important to me and has a long-term free meal ticket, which is related to life and death. Naturally, I have to come and see... Wuwuwu, after all, the guardian is rough and ignorant. He makes some unnutritional things to eat all day, which makes me have small breasts, and it also delays the healthy development of my poor little nun..."

"You guy, don't blame others for the fact that you can't grow up, and if you don't want to live with me, get out. No one stops you. I'm not going to ask for anything anyway." An impatient voice inserted in, and a white-haired girl walked over as if no one was around. Time flew, and the change of Reike Yuriko was also quite huge. Although she was still full of arrogance that kept people from thousands of miles away, at least she had no such madness in her eyes that despise everything. She stared at her pair of crystal red pupils, glanced at me casually, and snorted coldly, "It doesn't seem like her head was broken, then change it back soon. You are so disgusting now."

"Yeah?" Index ignored Yuriko's harsh words. This little nun, who was a little stupid but absolutely not stupid, could always quickly master the ways and skills of communicating with someone. She looked at her owner and made a sneer laugh. "I came here to ensure that the free meal ticket was not demagnetized. What was Yuriko here for?"

"Of course, it's a very important thing to confirm." Reiko had not answered yet, her charming voice sounded from her shadow. The yellow and black goth skirt hidden the beautiful figure that made the man crazy. The long and short ponytails exuded a disorganized beauty. The golden pupils were the ever-stop Shinoyuki dial. Toshizaki Kurosan appeared from Yuriko's shadow, showed a beautiful smile at me, gently lifted the skirt, and gave a standard ladies' gift, "I haven't seen you for a long time, dominating."

——You haven’t forgotten the joke of Queen Blade, Kuang San.
Chapter completed!