A legitimate son from a big family, his whole family was killed by another family, only one person escaped, and became a disciple of a senior ninja, and practiced ninjutsu for twenty years. Now he has mastered the physical skills and is going to kill all six clans of that family.

It can be heard that this group of high-level evolvers of the Sakura Imperial Court quite appreciate this ancient tradition of the ancient shogunate era and decide to secretly support this ninja's revenge and stop the evolver organization behind that family, forcing both sides to stop fighting as evolvers. Life or death depends on their own methods.

Yunluo was somewhat interested. The most important thing was that the location of this gorgeous and dark blood revenge was in a luxurious manor in the suburbs of Tokyo. Yunluo was a level 6, 2-star, 8th-grade fighter. Throughout the entire Sakura Imperial Court, the only one who could stop the sword demon was the only one at level 10, but that was obviously impossible.

Yun Luo likes to watch the fun, so he plans to go back to Tokyo to watch the show before the battle of revenge happens.

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The rain slowly stopped, and it was a good time to go for a boat ride on the lake.

Yunluo glanced indifferently at the group of high-level evolvers from the Sakura Imperial Court leaving, then turned and walked away. The boat on Lake Ashi was not an open boat as imagined, but a Nordic-style pirate ship, closed, and the scenery had to be viewed through the glass windows. There were not many tourists, only a tour group from Thailand, and Yunluo randomly picked a seat by the window and sat down. It rained in the morning and cleared in the afternoon. When the boat was sailing on the water, the clouds were white and the wind was clear. The green mountains were reflected in the water, and the water was deep blue. The scenery on the shore is similar every year, but the people on the boat are different every time. Sailing on still water can easily make people feel that time has stopped. In a trance, they had arrived at the pier, and Yunluo took a car to Owakudani.

The smell of sulfur wafting from afar made people realize that there was an active volcano in front of them. Looking at the valley from a high place, it was deep, far and wide. It was spectacular. There were also a few places on the mountain with white smoke, which was somewhat similar to the scenes in the Lord of the Rings. The wind was very strong, blowing on my face and messing up my hair, which was very comfortable. Yunluo admired these beautiful scenery.

Go out for a walk often. Travel around the world, enjoy the picturesque scenery, and if you have your beloved by your side, that would be the happiest thing. Yunluo was thinking about when to take An Chuyu abroad to play. Anyway, An Chuyu, who was doing an internship in the second half of his senior year, didn't have many courses to take, except to write his graduation thesis.

Hanging out together can also enhance the relationship between two people. Yunluo still likes An Chuyu very much. But there are some things that even Yunluo cannot control. For Yunluo, loving one person and liking multiple people are all in accordance with the changes of time. The only person Yunluo likes is Yan Chenyu. For many things, it is best to pretend to be confused. Speaking out will only hurt the girl's heart. Yunluo does not refuse to talk about love with girls, and it is also related to his loneliness. No matter how sinister and cruel the doomsday world is, it is his home. It is the place where his soul was born and the most beautiful past.

Memory is the most beautiful scar, branded on the soul, can not be erased, do not want to lose. That year's flower season and rainy season. That light love song, the girl who sang softly, had the kind of smile I like most, pure and beautiful.

A group of students were playing and taking photos. The girls were all dressed up. Even when they were playing, their body language was not exaggerated, and their voices were not high, still giving people a gentle and elegant feeling. Traveling during student days was one of the happiest things. Being with friends and seeing the scenery was secondary. There was no distinction between superiors and subordinates like in company travel after work.

It's fun to get along with people casually, who likes who, who likes to be in the spotlight, who likes to get angry, who sticks together like conjoined twins. When traveling, I always feel like returning to my student days, and a new world opens up before my eyes. I am no longer the person who sits in the office, sometimes wants to be lazy, sometimes is serious, and occasionally gets crazy.

The descending cable car takes tourists from Owakudani to the small train station. Yunluo sits on the bright red train. The green outside the window is cool, and the flowery skirt of the girl sitting opposite is bright. The old rails extend, merge, and stagger, like people's separation and reunion; the sound of the sound is like music, which has a hypnotic effect.

Yunluo closed his eyes, and the beautiful travel music he had heard before echoed in his ears.

The red mouse Tangtang was thinking about what to eat. The cute little creature doesn't need to work, and doesn't like to practice bloodline secret martial arts all day long. It is so willful. It likes to eat delicious food, sleep in, and be cute. When it feels like it, it will go out and find many female mice to make out with. Such a mouse life is really extremely happy.

Tangtang has always looked down upon humans as stupid creatures.

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Yunluo took the train from Hakone and then the subway to Tokyo. It was already noon.

Cities are usually just transit points for travel. Coming from the apocalyptic world, he is naturally more close to natural scenery. However, after living in the city for a long time, he gradually realized the charm of the city. A sense of independence while living among the crowd and having individual freedom, a sense of balance while feeling silence in the hustle and bustle.

Cities are never responsible for spreading warmth; instead, they exude an air of independence and uninhibitedness.

But in Tokyo, a metropolis similar to Sihai City, Yunluo had another curiosity. When Yunluo walked into a small restaurant on the street, he turned around and walked out; he walked into another one and hesitated for a moment. At this time, Yunluo was curious. The people in the previous restaurant were all wearing black suits. Was it a company party? The people in this restaurant were all wearing white shirts. Could it be a company party again?

It's no wonder Yunluo was curious. It was already dark and the street lights were on. In each restaurant, there were men and women who were not casual, but neatly dressed in business suits. At the first restaurant, Yunluo was worried that a stranger would disturb others if he rashly went in. At the second restaurant, it was a similar scene. After a closer look, not all the people were together.

This made Yun Luo An feel relieved and he found a seat to sit down. It turned out that the Japanese loved working so much that they didn't even go home until dinner time, but shared it with their colleagues. It seemed that the inspirational plots in Japanese dramas were real. After dinner, some Japanese people would work overtime, some would drink, in short, they would not go home until late at night, even if they had wives and children at home.

This precisely shows the difference between Tokyo and other cities. This metropolis is responsible for spreading a kind of warmth, that is, the company is home. People who eat alone in professional clothes are lonely because they are separated from their families. The meaning of their existence should be as a part of the company. It is a responsibility for Japanese men to earn money to support their families, but it is also a happy burden.

This is not a city that encourages independent personality, on the contrary, it encourages group activities. If loneliness on weekends proves that you are just a single person with few friends, but loneliness on weekdays means that you are out of the group, this kind of loneliness is shameful, and this idea is very popular in Japan.

Yunluo suddenly understood why Japanese office workers are so dedicated. You don't need to be particularly outstanding. As long as you follow the company as a family and use you in a useful position, you will find a sense of existence. Of course, as a kind of return, you must also treat your work like your own home, or even more meticulously.

I heard that Japanese people also like to travel in groups. Facing a famous painting in a museum, they listen to the guide's introduction in a proper manner and say words of praise in unison. One person would say that the Birth of Venus at Sea is so beautiful, while another would ask his companion why the goddesses in these paintings are not wearing clothes?

However, Yunluo firmly believed that deep down in their hearts, they still had their own ideas, but they just didn't express them easily. In Japanese dramas, talented people must also have personality. Without personality, it doesn't matter if they are weird, because if a work is the same as this weekday dinner scene, wouldn't it be too boring?

In fact, professional life also has its advantages. When I take the subway during the day, I see gray-haired elderly office workers standing in neat clothes, with a focused look, not at all sloppy. People in the train station come and go in a hurry, but they don't look tired or haggard.

Professional smiles can be seen everywhere, although this smile does not mean that they are really happy, at least, it makes people feel more comfortable than a cold face. In this professional crowd, women appear as beautiful highlights, finally making people find color in the jungle of black suits and white shirts.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

I went shopping in Akihabara in the afternoon. The saleslady at the anime store was wearing pink anime costumes, looking cute and lovely. On the subway platform, a girl was standing alone waiting for the train. She was wearing a skirt school uniform, and from a distance she looked like a beautiful painting. Housewives were wearing light makeup, and office girls were wearing lively side ponytails.

When visiting Sensoji Temple, people wore all kinds of clothes, from colorful kimonos to plain skirts. A baby was lying in a stroller, sleeping soundly in front of the temple gate where people were coming and going. There was no parent or adult waiting within three meters of him.

Tokyo, a city with a faster pace than Shikai City, made me feel a little dizzy and uncomfortable in the rush of the subway station. Seeing the sleeping baby in front of Sensoji Temple made me feel another kind of discomfort. Behind the prosperity of Tokyo, Yunluo liked the pink morning glory in the alley, the sleeping baby in front of Sensoji Temple, and the lively and gentle ponytail more.

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As the night deepened, Yunluo did not look for a hotel to stay in. Instead, he touched the red mouse Tangtang and asked the cute little creature to take out the blue-striped ape mask from a dimensional bag as big as a basketball. Yunluo put on the blue-striped ape mask and became the sword demon.

The red rat Tangtang lay lazily in the pocket. The fake treasure-hunting rat's stealth talent was activated, and with Yunluo's secret technique of stealth wrapped around him, the man and the rat disappeared quietly under the night sky.

Yunluo walked leisurely with Tangtang towards the manor outside Tokyo where the high-level evolutionists of the Sakura Imperial Court said that blood revenge was going on. They had to get there early, otherwise it would be meaningless if they were late and everyone was killed. Yunluo could hear from the communication between the evolutionists of the Sakura Imperial Court that this was a massacre, not a life-and-death struggle.

Hatred is like a seed, buried deep in the soil. As long as it does not die, it will one day bloom into a bright red flower.

Chapter 435: Blood revenge and bloodbath of six clans.

Chapter 435: Blood revenge, bloodbath of six clans.