"You guys! Again! What do you think?!"

Accompanied by this explosive question, a small-scale storm broke out in the carefully decorated living room of Muzan Kimuzan.

The precious tea sets, the exquisite nanmu low tables and the quaint incense burner - all the furniture items in the room were rolled up by the airflow, and at a speed faster than bullets, they rubbed the heads of the winding ghosts and fell heavily on the wall behind them, and then they became shattered together with the walls.

The weakest of them, the nightmare, was even cut off a wound.

Several soldiers in the courtyard who were in charge of observing the couple in the temple heard the movement and looked at each other.

"Earthquake?" someone asked in suspicion.

"Ha, how is that possible?"

Another soldier curled his lips disdainfully, "There is only a sound in the house. Maybe he is in a bad mood and beating his wife."

"Even beautiful women can do it..."

"He is the son of the Army Minister, so he doesn't have any kind of wife."

"Speaking of this, although that woman looks good, her eyes give people a creepy feeling."

The few people started talking one by one, but in the end the chief among them couldn't stand it anymore.

"Shut up!"

"yes!"

At the same time, Muzan Kimuzan, who suddenly broke out, was working his five brains to greedily read the ideas of these ghosts.

He hopes to get the direct reaction of these guys in horror.

Kuroshimu: "When will that swordsman named Ashina Yixin appear... I am really looking forward to it..."

Muzan Kimuzan frowned.

Tong Mo: "My Lord Wu Cang, you must be reading my thoughts again. Well, such a private moment - let me think of a fun word, you can definitely read it. Then what about 'Sunny Day', it must be very interesting hahahaha."

Kimuzan Muzan's face and expression.

Akaza: "What a strong fighting spirit, it's really intimidating - I really hope to meet such a strong opponent... Damn, how could I have such disrespectful thoughts."

Muzan Kimuzan's expression improved slightly.

Bantiangou: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Muzan Kimuzan was a little impatient.

Yuhu: "Is the pots provided to adults a little rough recently? You must keep improving Yuhu - go to a few more art exhibitions and eat a few artists."

Muzan Kimuzan felt a little satisfied.

Naruto: "Around Tokyo... the coordinates of ghosts disappeared... were they eaten or killed?"

Muzan Kimuzan had no reaction.

To be honest, in this situation, he no longer wants to waste time on those useless ghosts.

Nightmare: "What a beautiful dream...if I never woke up, just die like this-ah~"

Muzan Kimuzan couldn't understand it.

After searching for a few thoughts about winding, he did not relax at all.

When the five brains broke out in suspicion, he no longer trusted himself to read their voices in a complete way.

They definitely hide something from me!

As long as you have the chance, anyone can betray it.

Since "Profess Taro" mocked him through the images of Pelang's and tired death, this idea has been deeply embedded in his mind.

"I'm asking you questions."

"Are you deaf ears and unable to hear them, or are you deliberately disobeying my orders?"

Muzan Kimuzan waved his hand and pushed the sun in the temple at his feet to the wall to lie down. Then he looked at the silent stern ghosts, his tone was extremely gloomy.

"Or, now that there are uncontrolled ghosts, you think there are similar existences in the world... So, do you also want to fight against me like the prostitute Taro?!"

As soon as this was said, the crowd of people huddled their heads to the ground (even the jade pot stretched out their necks to grab the ground with their heads), leaving only the boys who covered their mouths with fans and kept it as if they were still standing out like a crane.

"Oh, it turns out that this is the time to be afraid."

He smiled brilliantly at Muzaka Kimuzawa, "I'm sorry, I'll do it as they do."

After saying that, he lay down excitedly like a child imitating his parents' kowtows and worships Buddha, looking like "It's so interesting and I want to do it again."

Kimuzan Muzan's fist creaked.

He was already feeling threatened and the whole ghost was most sensitive, and what Tong Mo did seemed particularly annoying.

He, Muzan Kimuzan, relies on fear to rule his subordinates - but this Tongma naturally cannot feel any fear.

Even if his parents killed each other in front of him, Tong Mo just felt that the room was stained with blood, and it was no big deal.

When this guy was still a human, he was already a monster.

After becoming a ghost, he naturally became a monster among the monsters, otherwise he would not have surpassed Akaza so quickly and became the second one of the winding strings.

Although it could take Tong Ma's life in one thought, Muzan Kimuzan never felt that he had mastered this guy.

Especially in this crisis, everything that made him feel incompetent made him sick like a thorn in his throat.

If even the opponent's control is lost, his mental state will become the patient who tossed and turned on the sickbed.

But, this guy Tong Mo is his important source of information—

A large amount of information about government, economy and cutting-edge science is provided by believers of Tongma.

In addition, he is also the strongest combat power under Kimuzan Musa, except for Kuroshima.

Therefore, Muzan Kimuzan cannot take risks.

"If I hadn't needed manpower now..."

Muzan Kimuzan thought angrily, "I will never let this annoying guy continue to live."

Thinking of it, he stared at Hei Shimu, who was humble.

"Since they don't speak, then you can talk first. This time there is clearly such a good opportunity to catch all three pillars in one go, why did you let them go?"

"There is also the little ghost named Ashina Yanichiro. I have emphasized repeatedly that he is the person who is most likely to know the whereabouts of the blue red flower..."

"But you still violated my order and killed it without hesitation..."

Speaking of this, Kimuzan Muzan's tone was a little sad.

"I thought I could trust you all the time."

"But this time, Heihemu, you really disappointed me."

Heihemu has always treated him like a warrior serving his lord, never disobeying orders, never questioning any decisions of him, and never causing trouble for him.

This thoughtful service attitude made Muzan Kimuzan very helpful.

Especially when Kuroshi Mu himself was a brother of Kyoto, driving the other party even more, it made Muzan Kitsuba feel a sense of revenge.

However, this time, he almost found the blue red flower of Kiyomi Totsugi Moto, and his hope of overcoming the sun was completely dashed.

"Heiheimu, tell me, what kind of thoughts are you doing?"

"Can't it..." Kimuzan Muzan leaned down, and the shadow caused by the light covered the black dick.

"Is there any other existence like me, have you found?"

The suspicion and suspicion in the last sentence is already mixed with a strong smell of blood.

The matter involved Muzan Kimuzan's roots, and he could hardly suppress his murderous intent.

Except for Mingnu who had a little understanding of the matter, the rest of the windxian did not expect that the first person to be in trouble this time was the most obedient Hei Shimu.

"No one or other ghost found me..."

Kurokiji stood up a little, but still lowered his head humbly, without looking directly at Muzan Kimuzan's face.

"The reason I chose to kill Ashina Yanichiro is because my subordinates heard that he still has a grandfather alive..."

"Although I have only seen the postures created by the other party, I know that he is definitely an unparalleled swordsman, but I heard that he is terminally ill..."

"However, ironically, Ashina Yanichiro was his heir, but he knew nothing about his grandfather's swordsmanship..."

"So I think... how can a person like this... wait for his unique skills to be lost?"

Muzan Kimuzan understood suddenly.

This is one of the motives for Heihei Mu to think of himself as a ghost - he does not want his swordsmanship to be lost, and even go further.

If this old man was really as powerful as Heihe Mou said...

"That's why I poured a lot of blood into Ashina Yanichiro's body."

"The heir's body is gone, and this is a hatred that no one who practices martial arts cannot bear... So even if he is seriously ill, as long as he can raise the sword, he will sooner or later appear in front of me."

"I will definitely beat him then."
To be continued...