Where is this place? It looks like the worship temple in the shrine. Have you lived here during this period? Then, what is the girl in front of you?

The high school student looks so beautiful that he can only be said to be ordinary. Except for the youthful atmosphere that is almost like the essence, almost like an ordinary woman who has deprived of all hope by life, she still has water that has not been completely drunk in her hands.

Did you drink water from her just now?

A little...a bit embarrassing.

The thirty-two-year-old uncle was a little embarrassed.

“Where is this place?”

The guard wanted to support himself to stand up, but when he tried to force his "hands", he found that his right hand was empty.

By the way, my arm was cut off by the woman who used her bones and then exploded into pieces.

This is the feeling of not having a right hand. The guardian Takeo accepted the fact that he lost his right hand calmly. Compared to losing his life, he was very lucky to lose only one arm. If he lives, there is still hope.

"This is Prince Shrine, don't you know Prince Shrine?"

"Prince Shrine? Prince Abe Shrine?"

Takeo Morito's face was full of embarrassment. He even finished university in Osaka. He was really unfamiliar with places outside Osaka. It seemed that there was only one Prince Abe shrine in Osaka.

"What Abe, this is the Prince Shrine in the North District. Are you not from the North District?"

“North…Where is the North District…”

"Tokyo, the northern part of Tokyo's twenty-third district, aren't you an islander?"

"Ah, well, it turns out to be in Tokyo."

I wonder if the North District has risen to a non-national level?!

And do people in the island country have to know the name of Tokyo's 23rd District? Takeo Mutsu couldn't help it in his heart, and the Tokyo people were too arrogant.

But how could I come to Tokyo? Could it be that Lord Tamamomae sent him...

Tamamomae?

In the end, he shouldn't have died, but then he took the fox in his body back by Tamamomae and his spiritual power disappeared.

Thinking of spiritual power, Wu Xiong, the guardian, couldn't help feeling lost. He was lucky enough to survive, but his spiritual power disappeared. He became the guardian, Wu Xiong, who had lost a lot and cut off a lot of hatred.

"You can't be greedy."

But you should not be greedy in life. That week's heroic and righteousness should be regarded as a beautiful dream.

It’s good for people to live.

Just as he was thinking, the guardian Takeo mobilized himself to mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

"call!!"

The air in the temple suddenly became hot, and flames suddenly appeared from the broken right arm of the guard. A long string of flames was about forty or fifty meters long. And with his thoughts, the flame kept firmly firmly in shape, as if it was about to become symmetrical to the left arm mirror.

This is an arm made of flames.

The joints have palms and five fingers, except that they cannot be used to touch others.

"Ah, wow!"

The working witch was frightened by the sudden flames and fell backwards. She covered her mouth tightly before she could scream.

"You, you, you..."

The middle-aged man with gray hair is not handsome and a little rustic. His broken right arm has a flame-like arm. This combination is very inconsistent.

No wonder he fell from the sky but did not break a big hole. He just traveled through time!
Chapter completed!