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Chapter 139: The orthodox tsundere is in Shana!
"Moshimoshi? Shana, are you okay?"

Asking questions knowingly!

Shana was curled up on the ground like a shrimp, unable to speak in such pain. How could she possibly get better?

"It couldn't be better!"

Then I got the expected competitive answer.

Her "Zhidianzana" was of very strong quality, worthy of its name as a treasure, and it was sharp enough. Just now, Jiaji almost thought that his fist and entire arm were going to be cut off. Fortunately, the hardest part of his body was his fingers, which were used to poke other people's secret holes. At the moment of contact, he used his fighting spirit to offset some of the force, so he was able to hit it back with the "fist holding the knife" method.

Now, the "Zhidianzana" had already flown out of his hand and was stuck upright on the ground on one side, unyieldingly.

"Let me make it clear that I am not targeting the katana. I am targeting katana warriors like you who can only use basic attacks."

No, Tachi!
A knife-flash pigeon that can pull cool knife lights, OK!

He remembered that he had already told Shana about the free methods that she would learn in the future, including "Flying Flame", "Judgment", "Conviction", "True Red", "Mercury Lamp"... Oh, the last one was nonsense, but he thought it went well with "True Red" and tricked Shana into it at the time. Who knows, she might be able to practice it.

However, judging from the situation, it seems that she only has one move, "Wings of Fire", and even the classic "Red Lotus Odachi" is useless. Does it mean that the Fire Mist Warrior also needs to clarify his true heart before he can realize new skills?
Jagi walked over, picked up the girl who was beaten back to her original form with one hand, and then shook her hand twice, as if treating a carpet. This made Shana, who looked so small in his hands, angry again. She struggled with her teeth and claws, but to no avail.

"There is no way to block the road, no way to block the road, no way to block the road!"

This voice, this voice!
Jacqui was so shocked by the scolding.

It has a slightly nasal tone, a high pitch, a mellow and transparent sound quality, is highly recognizable, and contains a unique charm. It is not only comfortable to listen to, but also impossible to forget once you have heard it. It is like cancer sucking ice into the bone marrow.

Compared to helping a female character to get elected as the student council president and then being scolded by her, or risking your life to help a female character save her mother's hundreds of years in prison and then being kicked and beaten, or helping a female character to wash clothes and cook every day and acting as a familiar and then being whipped, etc., this is the orthodox tsundere!
According to the advanced experience of Japanese light novels mastered by Jia Ji, Shana's level of tsundere is just right. A little more will make people annoying, and a little less will not be addictive enough!
"One more... ahem." Jagi retracted his speech, trying hard to save his moral integrity and image, which he actually had little left. He grabbed the black "night hat" unique to the fire mist warriors of "Heaven and Earth Fire" Alastair, turned around, and put Shana on the ground.

I looked at this cool and stylish black coat with envy. It is integrated with Alastair's wings and synchronized with the user's will. It can change at will within the cognitive range and also has the functions of defense and storage. It is simply omnipotent.

Jia Ji has traveled to many parts of the world, but he just lacks a "cassock" that can be worn by him.

I have to say, Shana’s fashion sense is really good.

White flames began to burn on his body. The power of existence is the foundation of everything in this world. As fire mists fight with the power of existence, it is easy to manipulate this power to repair themselves.

But pain is unavoidable.

"hateful!"

The girl was less than 1.5 meters tall, even shorter than Yeonju. Her tender face turned red, revealing a strong unwillingness. Her eyes were also a little red due to the severe pain. She tried hard not to let the tears flow out. Her impressive brown pupils were full of strength. She was much cuter than the cold "Flame Hair Burning Eyes Killer" at the beginning.

I have the urge to be bullied again.

"It's so bitter!" Losing was already a very difficult thing to accept for Shana, who had a strong sense of winning. Not to mention losing to that hateful group leader who abused his power in the group every day. It was so painful.

"Come to think of it, why do you call my Fire Mist "Shana"? It's from the Chana of the Hall of the Gods... It seems pretty good."

As one of the three gods of the Red World who has lived for countless years, the God of Heavenly Punishment is naturally knowledgeable. Although it is the first time for him to see fighting spirit, a power that comes from the essence of life, considering what Shana once said to him, that Jagi is a real visitor from another world different from the "present world" and the "Red World", he is not too surprised.

Rather than caring about his strength, Alastair cared more about the way Jagi addressed his contractor.

"That's right..." Jacqui nodded subconsciously, then reacted.

"No, Shana, you haven't told anyone your name yet?"

After hesitating for a while, Shana narrowed her eyes, showing an angry expression, her face flushed with shame, and finally she could only say: "What do you care!"

Fighting alone until now, she had no chance or need to tell others her name. As a result, neither the Crimson World nor the Fire Mist Warriors she met by chance, nor even Alastor who was always with her, had any idea when she came up with such a name.

Just like no matter who it is, their impression of her is that her swordsmanship is very powerful, and she can compete with powerful enemies with just physical skills. However, they don’t know that Shana’s level of free skills can only be described as tragic. As long as she doesn’t take the initiative to say her name, no one will know.

In terms of talent and ability as a fire fog warrior, he is indeed one in a million, but his personality can only be said to be one in a million...

“Stop posting in the group!!”

Waving her fists, Shana, who had just recovered, rushed towards Jiaji with gritted teeth, and was so angry that she even forgot to take the knife.

This guy actually publicized the fact that he just lost the fight and had no friends in the group. Isn't this destroying his reliable image and status in the hearts of Yanzhu and the others!

Oh oh oh, revenge for making fun of me!
However, he couldn't beat the villain Jagi even when he had weapons, so how could he be his opponent with bare hands? In the blink of an eye, he was beaten into a carpet.

After enough trouble in the second round, Jagi returned to normal.

"So what happened? What time is it now? How can I help?"

He asked again and again.

"Humph, you'll find out if you follow me."

After removing the seal, Shana grabbed Jagi's collar with one hand and ran towards somewhere. The muscular man who was three times her size was floating in the air like a rag doll behind her.

Although he is not as good as the Beidou boxer with exaggerated physical fitness, the muscle and wrist strength of the Fire Mist Warrior should not be underestimated.

(End of this chapter)