Saburo Abe was the little Zhuge Liang of Japan. In fact, he guessed something the moment the fire broke out in the capital.
Firstly, the fire started in Qianye Kong's bedroom. There weren't many people there, and those who did were only from the Sakura Pavilion. The people of Sakura Pavilion were always cautious, so how could they have started such a big fire? Would anyone believe that they accidentally knocked over a candle?
Saburo Abe could not find any other explanation for the fire, except that it was set intentionally.
"Has the fire in the city caused much damage?" Hirohito Koichi's face suddenly turned a little colder.
After hesitating for a moment, Saburo Abe said, "In reply to Your Majesty, the fire in the city has been brought under control, but the losses are indeed quite a lot."
Hirohito Hiroichi sneered: "In that case, we must not lose this last line of defense of the city. Pass the order down and kill those three women with all our strength."
As he spoke, Hirohito Hiroichi pointed his finger at Zhou Zhiruo and others with a sinister look on his face.
After taking a look, Saburo Abe said to several ninjas beside him: "Go and kill those women."
After the ninjas nodded and said "hi", they sneaked towards Zhao Linger and others.
Besides, Zhao Linger and the others were happily fighting at the moment, completely unaware that several Japanese ninjutsu masters were slowly approaching them. About half a minute later, as the number of corpses around them increased, Zhao Linger and the others gradually went into a state of madness. Sometimes, fighting is also a kind of happiness. This kind of happiness is not something normal people can experience. Only women with some blood in their hearts can experience this kind of happiness.
But what Zhao Linger and others did not notice was that several strange figures were slowly approaching them. In fact, for masters like Zhao Linger, it was impossible for them not to be alert. After all, they were all the best among women. They sensed a dangerous aura, but they just thought that there were a few ordinary Japanese masters approaching them.
As she spoke, Zhao Linger swung the scimitar in her hand vigorously. A Japanese in front of her first blocked it with the sword in his hand. After a clang, a smile appeared on the Japanese man's face. This smile actually made Zhao Linger feel a chill in her heart.
Zhao Linger was furious. She swung the scimitar in her other hand vigorously, aiming at the Japanese man's waist. Zhao Linger was so strong that she cut the Japanese man in half. The Japanese man's intestines flowed all over the ground. After struggling for a few times, he stopped moving.
Zhao Linger sneered: "Even he is a master of the Japanese, he is just so-so."
Looking at the Japanese man with his intestines all over the ground, Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously moved her body farther away. She was not afraid of death, she just felt a little disgusted. If she accidentally stepped on the Japanese man's intestines, she was afraid that she would vomit out of disgust.
However, in the next moment, two strange figures jumped out from the pile of dead bodies. One of them was the one who had been beheaded by Zhao Linger.
The Japanese who was beheaded rushed directly towards Zhou Zhiruo. It was incredible. When the Japanese jumped up, his intestines were still scattered on the part where he was beheaded. The scene was extremely weird. Even though Zhou Zhiruo had moved away, the Japanese who was beheaded still relied on his weird body skills to fly to a place close to Zhou Zhiruo.
In panic, Zhou Zhiruo stabbed out with her sword, which pierced the Japanese man's chest directly. The Japanese man didn't feel any pain at the moment. He just smiled viciously and swung the sword in his hand, slashing towards Zhou Zhiruo's neck.
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes suddenly widened. At this moment, her mind was confused. If she had to have any thoughts, it was just that she felt that she had not lived enough.
However, just when Zhou Zhiruo was horrified and didn't know what to do, a steel knife swept across the Japanese man's arm. When the Japanese man swung half of his arm to Zhou Zhiruo's neck, it only splashed blood on Zhou Zhiruo's face.
The viciousness on the Japanese man's face turned into confusion and unwillingness in an instant, but the next moment, the steel knife that had just cut off his arm swept across his neck again.
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"Empress, are you okay?" It was Aoi who spoke, a woman whom Zhou Zhiruo had always looked down upon but could not say it out loud. Zhou Zhiruo could never have imagined that at this critical moment, it was Aoi who saved her life.
Aoi quickly took out a handkerchief from her arms and carefully wiped Zhou Zhiruo's cheek.
"Don't panic, your majesty. Don't be afraid. The one just now was just a ninja. They are always weird. Don't underestimate them."
After Zhou Zhiruo came back to her senses, she softly said to Aoi, "Thank you."
Aoi said: "Your Majesty, you are too polite. But if my sister is bullied in the future, please don't forget to say a word for me. In short, don't embarrass me too much."
This was considered a life-saving grace. Even if Zhou Zhiruo had a bad memory, she clearly remembered that she had personally arrested Longze and Aoi and put them in jail, and had also beaten them, really beaten them. This made Zhou Zhiruo even more embarrassed at the moment.
"Don't worry, it's not just Zhao Min who will protect you from now on. If you are really bullied, I will stand up for you."
After hearing this, Aoi smiled instantly: "Empress Zhou is still the best, she is beautiful and has a kind heart. From now on, I will rely on you."
On the other side, just now, a similar thing happened to Zhao Linger. A Japanese man who had been stabbed in the chest inexplicably came back to life.
Zhao Linger was caught off guard. If Long Ze had not acted quickly, she would have been seriously injured if not dead.
"Empress, are you okay?"
After Zhao Linger calmed herself down, she smiled and said, "It's okay, thank you for what I did just now."
Long Zeyan said: "You are my queen. I am of humble status and cannot bear the word "thank you".
"But your queen must be careful, high-level ninjas have appeared. In our terms, they are called Jonin, and they are all very powerful."
"They may not be able to compare with you in terms of cultivation, but they all have certain achievements in ninjutsu."
"Jonin?" Zhao Linger smiled and said, "Then I wonder what level Sister Long Ze is?"
Long Ze smiled awkwardly: "Actually, if we only talk about ninjutsu, I am also a Jonin."
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