Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 352 Warrior: Are you haunting me?

Chapter 352 Warrior: Are you still haunting me?

Furiya Ling turned his soft gaze towards the samurai and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the samurai say in a strange and unhappy tone, "Can't you open your eyes when talking to people? Or are your eyes too small and I didn't notice they were already open?"

Fūya Rei: “…” He secretly laughed at him.

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"I will donate your eyes to someone in need," he said expressionlessly.

The warrior looked ugly and frightened, and decisively jumped off the sofa and ran away.

Fūya Rei did not chase after him immediately. He asked the maid for a piece of white cloth, tied his eyes, folded the blind stick and stuffed it into his sleeve, then got up and followed.

——To avoid people misunderstanding that he has small eyes again!!

The unique scent of blood and gunpowder carried to his nose by the wind. The pounding of his fearful and angry heart was like the dense drumbeats of a distant drum, its presence particularly strong. Every step he took on the ground carried the heaviness and determination of a warrior, yet it could not conceal the panic of his rush.

Rei Furutani is hot on his heels, emotions are running high, that's it, that's it, the emotions get more intense, the fear erupts a little more.

The endless fear and fierce struggle coursing in the blood are so endearing.

He slowed down a bit, hanging behind the warrior not too far away, with a smile that was both innocent and cruel, and a look of joy between his brows. He just looked at the other person like a little mouse struggling helplessly under the claws of a cat.

The warrior fled so quickly that he didn't even have time to stop a car, because every second he stopped, he might be caught up.

Half an hour later, he glanced behind him, panting, and carefully sensed that the evil star had not caught up with him.

He felt completely relieved, his face filled with ecstasy. He had survived, he had survived—

"I caught up with you." A familiar voice sounded above my head.

The warrior looked up and saw the blond young man squatting on the tree trunk like a big cat, smiling at him.

His smile froze, he was scared half to death, his mind went blank for a moment, and he turned around and continued to run, rolling and crawling.

It was not until my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and my breathing was so heavy that my lungs ached that I came back to my senses from the shock.

His first reaction was, damn, that lingering guy is ahead of him again!

His second reaction was that the man had his eyes covered. It turned out that he was blind. He thought the man's eyes were too small to see clearly whether they were open or not.

A blind person is likely to have very sharp other senses. That person is able to find him every time because of hearing? Smell?

The warrior's eyes wavered, he looked around to identify the direction, and after sprinting for three minutes, he fell into a rice field.

The mud from the field covered him, and he laughed heartily: "Come on, let me see if you are catching me by smell!"

After crossing the rice field, he was wet and smelly all over, and walked slowly along the country road.

At the same time, Jōtani Rei, who had been chasing after him, suddenly stopped. The smell of gunpowder and cruelty that had been lingering in his bones and blood had now mostly dissipated.

The corners of his mouth raised in a brilliant arc: "Yeah, things are getting interesting."

He became more interested in the warrior's resistance.

Fūya Ling suddenly sped up and followed the traces.

When the warrior turned around on a whim, he saw a blond young man chatting with an old farm lady.

"!!"

Without saying anything, just run away.

His brain was racing, and if he could be caught even though he had concealed the scent, then he would have to rely on something else to be caught.

Is it hearing?

Footstep rhythm, blood flow rate, or heart rate?

He turned and arrived at the opening ceremony of a shopping mall. The loud sound of drums and speakers drowned out all the noise.

Fūya Rei, who followed, stopped not far from the mall with an expressionless face, feeling that the noisy sounds were like knocking on his head.

A hint of displeasure flashed across his face, but he murmured softly to himself, "It's a test. Before it was smell, now it's hearing. This guy is still a bit smart."

He thought about it, took out a pair of headphones from his pocket and put them on to suppress the noise around him.

With a flick of his wrist, the cane slid out from his sleeve. He flicked it lightly, and the cane stretched out.

Leaning on a cane, he walked towards a certain place in the mall with a clear goal, just like an ordinary blind person.

Even if I can't hear clearly, can't I see clearly with my 360-degree black and white perspective?

He held his head high and chest out, walked steadily, and every time he swept his blind stick lightly in front of him, he walked past leisurely.

So, the warrior who was happily watching the crowd beating drums and gongs sighed, "It's really lively outside."

"I think so too, but compared to playing the drums, those dancing girls are prettier, right?"

The warrior couldn't help but look at the dance troupe and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes..."

Wait, does this voice sound a little familiar?

I was covered in smelly mud and was almost chased away by security. No one was within five meters of me. Where did the sound come from?

He stiffened his neck, turned his head to look, and took a breath.

The blond young man was seen standing there with his hands folded on his cane in a leisurely posture, giving people the impression of a British gentleman leaning on a cane.

but--

He was so frustrated that he thought, is this guy some weirdo?

Why can't I get rid of it?

The warrior didn't care about anything else and ran away through the crowd again.

Fūya Rei followed behind with a smile on his face, sometimes catching up quickly and scaring the person half to death, and sometimes following from a distance, making the samurai think they had escaped danger and when they breathed a sigh of relief, he would suddenly appear from every corner.

He was so scared that his expression was blank, but he was laughing so hard that he fell over with joy.

The warrior's rage rushed to his head, and he collapsed and shouted: "...You might as well just kill me!"

The corner of Fūya Rei's mouth curled up, his cane resting on his shoulder, and he said in a soft voice, "When you break down, I'll kill you..."

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket vibrated.

When Fūya Rei took it out and looked at it, he was like a cat with its tail caught in the door, and almost jumped up in fear.

[From Scotch

Sir, it's been half an hour since the agreed time. Where are you?

——Scotch]

He had a look of "the sky is falling" on his face. He was having so much fun chasing the samurai that he completely forgot about his agreement with Hiro.

He didn't dare to waste any more time. He exerted force with his hand and pierced the warrior's shoulder with the blind stick. Then he pulled out the blind stick and knocked the man unconscious with a punch.

Immediately, he took out his phone and contacted Kazami Yuya. After giving him the address, he said, "Take him back for questioning. Do your best to destroy the training camps and strongholds of these samurai in Japan. As for the Middle East, it's too chaotic. I'll let someone else handle it."

"Yes, Mr. Furuya."

After hanging up the phone, Fūya Rei turned around and walked to a blind corner, waiting secretly.