Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 170 Foreign Aid

The flying kunai continued forward along its trajectory until it touched another roof and pierced into the wall. Obviously, the boy had great strength. If it was human flesh that blocked the kunai, the flesh would be easily pierced and the bones would be broken.

Hinazuru noticed the kunai that were stuck in the wall out of the corner of her eye. She could clearly tell from the metal stuck in the wall that the boy was serious. He really wanted to kill her, and maybe he really had the ability to kill her.

The knowledge that Rinkou is a ghost has probably never been clearer than now. Even though he looks like a child and has a gentle personality, when such a strong "inhuman feeling" is exposed, the fear and shock are even stronger than when he saw the numbers in Rinkou's eyes.

It is impossible for a human child to have such strength.

"How many do you think you can dodge? Five? Ten?"

The boy's tone was relaxed, as if he was asking her what the weather was like tonight, or as if he was asking her what she was going to eat later. The sharp and tough kunai was thrown up and down in the boy's hands, and with a few light tosses and catches, the moment their eyes met, another kunai was thrown at her, one after another. The boy's speed was getting faster and faster, and the number of kunai on the ground was decreasing. Hinazuru's strength was also declining. Her body, which had just recovered from the poisoning state, did not allow her to do more. She counted the number of kunai in her mind until the last one flew out.

She dodged it with almost all her strength by turning sideways, and rolled on the roof in a panic, but she didn't have time to relax.

"Hinazuru!!!"

It was Tian Yuan's voice. Rarely did a man's voice sound so intense, so emotionally clear. It almost sounded like he was going crazy...

Hinazuru was stunned for a moment because of her own association, but the moment she realized it, she instinctively raised her head. There was no moonlight above her head. What blocked the moonlight was a slender and thin figure. There was no sound at all, and the shadow blocked by the moonlight could not even make out the expression. There was only a clear outline and a pair of glowing eyes.

In the blink of an eye, only moonlight remained in front of my eyes, as if the scene at that moment was just an illusion.

Just before he was about to adjust his breathing, a chill spread from behind him, climbing up his spine one by one and spreading throughout his body.

A gentle and lazy childish voice, with long drawn-out notes, sounded softly behind him.

"I got you..."

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Lin Guang doesn't have high expectations for most things, partly because the results of most things are not worth looking forward to, and partly because he knows that his luck has never been good.

So when Daki was initially excited about the fact that more and more Demon Slayer swordsmen were dying here and would attract the pillars, he was actually not so excited because he was unlucky. It was like he rarely met a friend he could talk to before, but the person he met was Tamayo. Meeting Tamayo would have been fine, but after they met again after a long separation, the first words the other party said were disrespectful to Lord Muzan, and the words after that were more like crazy talk.

For example, after he let Tamayo go, he was severely punished by Muzan. The punishment was unbearable, but the last disappointing comment seemed to make Rinko even more sad. When he shared this incident with Yuhu late at night, the other party actually tapped his head and asked him if he was crazy.

Yuhu didn't understand why he let Tamayo go. Rinko tried to explain, but the more he talked, the more confused he became. Why did he let Tamayo go at that time? This was something only Rinko could figure out at that time, and when he analyzed this matter to Yuhu.

"You really need to take a good look at your brain. Do you want me to take it out for you so you can grow a new one?"

Got this answer.

The conversation couldn't continue.

So Lin Guang stopped talking about these things with Yuhu. He later started to play with the swordsmen who came to the flower street, trying to chat, failed, trying to sit down and talk, failed, trying to just say something, failed. In short, when he appeared in their sight, those ghost hunters immediately pricked up their ears and rushed over like a house dog hearing the call of "dinner".

There is a reason why I suddenly thought of all this.

Rinko has always been distracted because of his laxity and laziness, and because he lacks fear of death. The first words come from Kokushibo and Akaza, while the latter conclusion comes from himself.

But with more practice and the passage of time, this situation has been alleviated, but sometimes he still gets distracted. This usually happens in some special circumstances, for example, when he needs some reasons to support and explain the current situation.

Something that he didn't want to happen but actually happened.

Yes, he was unlucky again.

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After gathering strength with the raised leg, he prepared to kick out with the twisting of the waist. This kick would surely send the opponent's head flying far away like a ball. No human could survive such an attack, Lin Guang knew it clearly. However, as the leg kicked out, the opponent's head remained in place.

What flew out was not Hinazuru's head, but his severed calf.

"Breath of Wind, Form One, Dust Whirlwind - Slash."

The unexpected attack came from outside his field of vision. Rinko clearly remembered everything that existed within his field of vision at the moment he was charging. Tanjiro was on the ground, so was Tengen, Jifutaro completely held them back, and Daki's belt was also blocking them, so there should be no one there.

But people still showed up.

It is not quite accurate to say that a person appeared, because the eyes did not catch the person, and the body was even a beat slower to realize the pain.

As the blood dripped, Lin Guang realized that the target under his feet had disappeared.

The broken leg was not strong enough to support the body. Lingguang belatedly realized that his bleeding calf had grown back, and stepped on the ground with his feet to prevent him from falling on the roof.

His sight moved from the bloodstains at his feet to the empty eaves, and then he looked further away. Hinazuru was gently placed on the eaves to the side, very far away from him, but that didn't matter. At this distance, Rinkou could catch up with her quickly. The person who took her away was more important.

Lin Guang remembered this sharp sword technique, the sound of the wind passing by his ears and the tearing pain. Even the sword on the opponent's shoulder revealed his identity.

"A swordsman who uses the Breath of Wind? That's rare. I like the swords of swordsmen who use the Breath of Wind. Can you leave your Sun Blade to me? I will treasure it very much."

Lin Guang spoke softly, and he thought his tone was gentle enough. Maybe it was a little impolite, but the successor of Breathing of the Wind was indeed rare, so he had to seize the opportunity.

He looked up from the blade, and was silent for a moment when the other person turned around. He felt a subtle sense of familiarity, white hair, a scarred face. Such a face would not be easily forgotten once seen, so there was no possibility of misrecognition. He remembered this face, or at least felt it was very familiar. They had met before.

The question, he was sure, was, when and where?

"It may be rude to ask this, but have we met?"