The Road To Play From Douluo

Mitsuri calmed down and drew out the Nichirin Sword and slashed at the evil ghost that was sneaking up on her. Although she did not completely aim at the neck, it did not affect her ability to kill the evil ghost.

Mitsuri's physical strength is inherently stronger than that of ordinary people, and her muscle density is eight times that of ordinary people. This not only gives her strong strength but also increases her food intake.

If precision is not enough, strength must be used. Mitsuri's Nichirin Sword slashed horizontally along the evil spirit's shoulder. Under her strong power, the Nichirin Sword directly tore off all the flesh and blood above the evil spirit's shoulder.

How could the hungry evil ghost have the strength to regenerate his body? He looked at Mi Li with dissatisfaction. Under Mi Li's gaze, he slowly turned into dust and dissipated in the world.

Mi Li also breathed a sigh of relief after getting rid of the evil ghost. Her first battle was quite beautiful.

Mi Li looked at Feng Lian in confusion. She didn't understand why the ghost in front of her wanted to save her. The whirlwind that swept her up just now was very unexpected no matter how you looked at it. If you think about it carefully, the only person who can be related is the unfathomable guy in front of you.

"That wind just now was your masterpiece, right? Why did you save me? I am the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad, and I am your enemy."

Feng Lian looked at Mi Li playfully and said calmly: "So what? I'll save you if you like it. There's no rule saying that ghosts can't be members of the Demon Slayer Team, right?"

Mi Li was slightly startled, what the other party said did make sense. There is indeed no rule in the world that explicitly prohibits ghosts from saving people.

Just based on common sense, there should be no ghost who wants to save the enemy's demon slaying team, and vice versa.

"You're really weird. You're obviously a ghost, but you don't have any hostility towards the Demon Slayer Squad... It's really strange."

Although Mi Li was not as hostile to Feng Lian as she was at first, she still didn't let down her guard against him in her heart. After all, the two of them had only known each other for a very short time, and it was obviously not an easy task for them to become familiar with each other in such a short period of time.

"Little girl, put away your weapons. Your enemy is not me. There is no need to make the situation so rigid..."

"That's not okay. Who knows if you will suddenly attack me, just like the ghost just now!" Mili said nervously.

Feng Lian scratched his hair, so he said, human little girls are difficult to deal with. He had no choice but to explain in the most straightforward way.

Feng Lian's figure suddenly disappeared from Mi Li's sight. When she reacted,

The other party's cold fingers were already gently placed on his slender neck.

"Seeing this, I believe you don't need any more explanations from me, right? As long as I want to deal with you, it couldn't be easier. There is no need to waste time with sneak attacks. So, you really want to find me? You're wrong, dear!"

If Mi Li hadn't been a strong character, or if she had just been frightened by Feng Lian's sudden attack, she might have fainted. Mitsuri, who is still awake, has surpassed most people in terms of willpower.

But strong willpower does not necessarily mean strength. In front of Feng Lian, Mi Li was like a child with no hair at all.

Feeling Mi Li's slightly trembling body, Feng Lian's bad taste was instantly dispelled. There's really no fun in teasing a little girl.

Feng Lian withdrew his fingers from Mi Li's neck and gently rubbed her pink hair with his hands, "Okay, let's end this matter like this. Remember, ghosts like me are just isolated cases. When encountering others Ghost, don’t worry, just kill him directly.”

Let's talk, Feng Lian, like an old-timer, patted Mi Li's shoulder lightly.

"Okay, I have to go shopping, so you should pay attention to yourself."

Just when Feng Lian was about to leave, Mi Li called out to her, "Wait a moment, what is your name?"

"What? Do you think I'm more handsome, brother? That's a good relationship. My name is Feng Kame Kenichi, just call me Feng Kame."

Feng Kame's joke made Mitsuri blush slightly. She shook her head in panic and denied, "That's not the case with Feng Kame. I just... don't want other members of the Demon Slayer Corps to disturb you in the future. Also..."

Looking at Mi Li who was hesitating, Feng Lian had no intention of urging her. At this time, the more he urged, the more likely it would be counterproductive. Just be patient and let nature take its course.

"Besides... Feng Lian, who are you?"

"Are you interested in my identity? Well, let me satisfy your curiosity. To put it bluntly, I am Hara Shangxuan Er, nicknamed Blood Mist Wind."

Mi Li's eyes were a little blurry. As a member of the Demon Slayer Squad, she was very clear about the classification of ghosts. The word "Shang Xian" was like a bombshell to her.

Even Mr. Purgatory's goal of being promoted to the pillar level is just to kill a lower stringer. As for the upper stringer, that is something that he dares not even think about. Not to mention defeating the Shangxian Ghost, even being able to save one's life from the hands of the Shangxian Ghost is already something worth celebrating.

Mi Li had no idea that she would meet a ghost. She is just a child who has just joined the Demon Slayer Corps. Is it really okay to scare her like this?

Looking at Mi Li, whose behavior was a little stiff, Feng Lian waved his hands and replied with a smile: "You don't need to be so alert. This happened a hundred years ago. Now I have long stopped winding, and I don't listen to Wu Kuan's command. No." Need to be afraid of me.”

After hearing Feng Lian's explanation, Mi Li's panicked mind calmed down a little.

"As expected, you two are here..."

While Feng Lian and Mi Li were talking, Luo Ta had already arrived at the alley where the two were.

"Old Master!"

"Old Master!"

Feng Lian and Mi Li shouted in surprise, both of them showing great joy.

After seeing Rotata arriving, Mili finally felt at ease. If she were alone, she would be unable to do anything when encountering some unexpected crisis situations. But it was different now. Lota was like a reassurance, calming Mili's panic and anxiety.

"Master Heavenly Master, I haven't seen you for a while. How are you doing recently?"

Although he was aware of Luo Ta's informal character, Feng Lian would still consciously adopt a respectful attitude when facing Luo Ta.

There is no other reason than simply to show respect for Lotta.

"Everything is fine for me recently, but for you, how do you feel about being here in Tokyo?"

"I think it's quite enjoyable. I've seen a lot of novel things here. It's much more interesting than before. There are so many novel things that I can't finish experiencing..."

Feng Yan sighed with emotion and expressed his inner thoughts to his heart's content.

Mili on the side just stared blankly at the man and the ghost who were chatting happily. The scene that happened in front of her was beyond her imagination.

"Ah Nuo... Master Tian, ​​do you know this Mr. Feng Lian?" Mi Li asked shyly in a low voice.

Before Luo Ta could explain, Feng Lian answered first: "We are more than just acquaintances, we are good friends, don't you think so?"

Luo Ta smiled and smoothed his beard, nodded and said: "Yes, Feng Lian and I have been friends for hundreds of years. We have known each other since the Warring States Period."

"So can humans and ghosts be friends?" Mi Li looked at Luota and Feng Lian and couldn't help but murmured to herself.

"Speaking of which, Heavenly Master, since you have come to Tokyo, are you here to handle things? Do you need my help?"

Feng Lian asked Lota enthusiastically, but Lota just smiled and explained: "I don't have anything to do with coming to Tokyo this time. I just accompany Mili and the boys from the Purgatory family on their mission."

"To put it bluntly, you're just here to hang out?"

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Feng Lian, who was still in high spirits before, was squatting down, covering the swollen bump on his head, and muttering something incomprehensible.