Thinking that the arm was originally one thick and one thin, and then part of the right arm was amputated, the length was just right, and then the amputation was not one long and one short?

Xining only nodded: "Okay, try your best." ”

Even if you don't repay the medical loan, the money is not enough to buy a customized model, it seems that you still need to find a way, do you want to go to the garbage dump anymore?

Leo walked over and slapped her on the shoulder: "Why didn't you call me to eat chainsaw's birthday cake yesterday?" ”

almost didn't pat Xining down, covered his shoulders, and bared his teeth: "You don't stay here every day." ”

Leo eats, wears and sleeps 24 hours a day on the playing field, who knows if he can or not, if he wants to go out.

Leo pouted, "I haven't eaten a cream cake in a long time." ”

Xining smiled bitterly: "Okay, I'll go out and buy it for you immediately." ”

"That's not a birthday cake!"

Really drunk, a big guy, and arguing with her about eating cream cake.

Xining hurriedly said that the orphanage would have a birthday cake every month in the future, so that the children who had the birthday of the month or came to the orphanage would celebrate their birthdays, and promised to let Leo go with him when the time came. That's when Leo left happily.

Leo had just left, and Miyamoto had arrived.

Miyamoto shouldn't have played yet, what are you doing running from the samurai backstage?

Miyamoto walked up to her and looked at her severed arm: "Cut off again?" ”

"Which one hasn't been cut off?" She asked directly: "Looking for me?" ”

Miyamoto was silent for a while before he spoke: "Actually, my original name is not Miyamoto, it's for work." If you don't like the name, I can change it. ”

Although Miyamoto disguised himself as a small squint, he also swept his cheekbones high with powder, but he had a high nose and white skin, where did he have Asian blood? It's also normal that her original name is not Miyamoto, and her original name is not Sailor Moon.

Xining blinked, the second monk couldn't figure it out, what do you mean......

Miyamoto was a little later: "I'm going on stage." ”

As he walked, he ran into Leo: "Do you see the mad knife?" He didn't come today. ”

"I didn't see it, he should be in the samurai backstage a little more now." Leo responded.

"Hey!" The mechanical assistant uncle shouted at her and squeezed his eyes: "People are interested in you." ”

Belch...... Xining was a little embarrassed, as if it was the case, in this world, the only place where you can confirm your real name is either the identity file or the marriage certificate. It was actually interesting to tell her that she didn't have that name in the first place.

Uncle Mechanic didn't know when, he stopped what he was doing, and when he saw that she understood, he didn't say much, and continued to knock on her severed arm.

What's this called, she's here to do a task, not to attract bees and butterflies.

Mo Ming: "It's good to know, what have you done with the mission?" You were asked to be a samurai, but you went to an orphanage to give love. You should have caught the murderer of your master, and you ended up with a bunch of friends. ”

Xining rolled her eyes: "It's not that I'm working hard, I have a lot of friends, and it's easy to do things." At least I don't have to spend money on food and housing now, and I'm trying to earn money to buy my body. In another three or four years, you can buy a custom body, or a year later, you can buy a body that can stand up to slashing, and you can become a female samurai. ”

Mo Ming: "What about the murderer?" By the time you scrape together enough money to catch him, he'll probably die of old age. ”

Xining: "No, people in this world live a long life. ”

Ink ......

That's it, the last time I was too positive, but before the time came, I said that the task was completed. This time there is no time limit anyway, just stay in this world for a while, and the next mission may be tossed again.

Mo Ming: "If the murderer has any accident and hangs up, you will hang it too!" ”

Xining: "I know, but he is up there, what can I do, do you have a way?" ”

Mo Ming seemed to be very reluctant: "Okay, tell you a way to make money faster." Dry parts are stolen and sold, and a year is enough to earn money to change the body. Anyway, there is nothing to do after work at night, and you can work part-time. ”

Roll on, my sister is upright, and she doesn't do this kind of illegal and unruly thing.

Mo Ming: "You have no soul when you die, and there is no Yin De to say." ”

Xining rolled her eyes, not bothering to pay attention.

At this time, I heard Leo and Brother Kun talking: "Brother Kun, the crazy knife has an accident, I just called, and his wife said that she was attacked last night and was admitted to the hospital with a concussion." ”

"It's not an injury in the field, it's my business. After work, who wants to go to see him, go by yourself. Brother Kun knew about it, and turned around to do other things.

It's so ruthless, Xining pouted. But it is reasonable to say that the labor law of this world does not count as a work-related injury if there is an accident on the way to work. When you leave the workplace, it has nothing to do with the employer.

There was a commotion outside, and the samurai competition began.

Anyway, it would take a while for the arm to smooth out the severed edge, so Xining broke one arm and went to the door to watch the samurai's game.

This tournament is a mixed tournament once a month, regardless of the rankings. In order to let all the samurai in the arena have the opportunity to compete with each other. In two months, after the rankings are down, it will be time for the top five samurai to compete with each other for the annual championship. If you win the championship, you will be able to go to the samurai in the Amagi Tenseong Arena, which is equivalent to immigrating. If you have accumulated enough money, you can no longer be a samurai, retire directly in Amagi, and live comfortably.

Now there are nearly thirty people on the field, twenty of them are the original ones in the playing field, and a dozen or so are from various professions, most of them are mercenaries.

The temptation to go to Amagi is too great, and there is still a chance to join at this time, as long as you have enough strength to stand out in this mixed tournament, then you can sign a contract with the arena and become a professional samurai.

There are more than 30 people, including speed, strength, and mixed, and there are even two beautiful women.

During the game, the clothes were torn, and the beautiful women who were not considered samurai at all were on the field, which made the audience more and more interested. And the samurai were dismissive, this game was about the future and rankings, and it was not enough to just tear clothes.

When "doodoo...... Drip! Finally, the prompt fell, and more than thirty people began to scuffle.

A beautiful female samurai shook the steel whip in her hand, covering the face of a samurai who pounced on her.

Obediently, a five-meter-long steel whip with thistle-like barbs and shiny spikes.

This power-type samurai didn't dodge coldly, and the steel whip slapped on his face, flying up with a piece of flesh and blood, and even a piece of his lips were stripped away, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth!

It's miserable...... Several female audience members screamed and covered their eyes.

But this female samurai didn't dare to take it lightly, one was solved, and another one was killed later, this is a speed type. She whipped it, and the other party dodged the attack left and right in the whip body that trembled like a wave, holding spikes in both hands, and swooped in.

With a sound of "~", the spike collided with the handle of the steel whip, and the female warrior lifted her foot, but before she could kick it, the opponent did a backflip and jumped three meters away.

The warrior shook her hand and flung her whip at the other man, and the thistle on the steel whip suddenly protruded and broke away from the whip, like a bullet, flying in all directions.