48 Hours a Day

Hanjiro Nakamura did not intend to confess his defeat, but chose to fight to the last moment and preserve his dignity as a samurai, despite the fact that the victory had been divided after losing two fingers.

As one of the finest masters of the end of the curtain, the fighting power that erupts once your heart is dead is incredible.

Hanjiro Nakamura abandoned all the miscellaneous thoughts in his heart. Each knife was a defeated method of warfare. To some extent, he compensated for the disadvantage of holding a knife in his left hand, and made the most of the current.

However, Zhang Heng has always taken the initiative. Over time, Hanjiro Nakamura has more wounds on his body.

Not only did he get a knife on his chest, core, arms, even on his neck. He pressed his hand against the wound and tried to stop the bleeding. His other hand was still waving the knife, but his strength was getting weaker and weaker. Until Zhang Heng finally cut his chest again and straightened his back. This did not fall down unwillingly. However, he constantly stuck several pearl balls in his hand on the ground and wanted to struggle to climb again.

Zhang Heng walked over and inserted the rib difference in his hand into the back of Hanjiro Nakamura's heart, helping the man to completely get rid of it.

He then slowed his breath slightly before pulling out the pearls that were plugged into the ground constantly.

After the knife handle wrapped in the rosary ball, there was a hint of ice, which also calmed down Zhang Hengqi and then carefully weighed the knife body.

The discovery is due to the supernatural power brought on by the knife. After so long of warfare, Nu Zhumaru never suffered much damage. There was not even a single gap on the blade. The two knives in Zhang Heng's hands before the opposite observation could almost be described in terms of wound scarring. There is no perfect place on the knife. If the battle is not over, it may not be long before they are all broken.

Zhang Heng looked twice and constantly inserted several balls back into the sheath.

So far, the task of this copy is halfway done, found a famous knife of the same rank as the March Moon Sect, and then just continue sharpening the knife, by the way, see if you can find a better knife.

The battle in Gion finally ended. Zhang Heng did not know what was happening with Okuda's side.

In fact, Takasu Jin is not dying. He doesn't care much, the shogun is good, and the curtain pie is good. It makes no difference to him who wins or loses. Not to mention, now the shogun ceremony is weak. Even if Takasu Jin is dying here tonight, there are still Daku Paulitong, Lungsheng of Xixiang and others. Probably there is still no way to stop later Dazheng Feng from fighting Toba.

Zhang Heng threw the bait that the new selection group could not refuse, just wanted General Okuda to help him pick up the knife, now that the knife has been taken, in theory, nothing will happen to Zhang Heng after that, but it is thought that tonight and General Okuda will fight side by side, if the latter doesn't do anything, he can only choose to escape in the courtyard before, and can't get Matsumaru Hengshi.

Zhang Heng decided to take a look at the honest kid.

The bloody battle that just happened in the Gion Garden surprised a lot of people. Those people looked at Zhang Heng with a hint of fear. Zhang Heng walked to a place where the crowd couldn't stop retreating. Fearing that this guy who looked like a demon king was unhappy to cut them off as well.

Zhang Heng walked to the previous battle place of Okita General, saw the three bodies on the road, all of the warriors of the curtain faction, the death warrants varied, and the body was different, then Zhang Heng also saw the blood on the ground.

After Holmes' instruction, tracking has become Zhang Heng's strong point. He quickly recovered what happened here at the time. Jinzhou Takasu should have abandoned the sedan and tried to trade it for more time, but then General Okita chased it up.

Zhang Heng was about to move on, but the next moment he saw a figure with a knife in the dark.

“Who?” asked Zhang Hengyang, raising his eyebrows.

The other party did not answer.

Zhang Heng's palm then moved onto the knife handle of Numero Zhumaru constantly.

But then he saw the face of the visitor through the lantern on the side of the road. He was the director of Okita, who had just separated from him a short time ago, but now Okita was confused and depressed.

“What happened?” Zhang Heng had an accident. "Has Jinzhou Takasu escaped? ”

“No… I killed him,” Okuda muttered, “I killed him, and in front of her, I killed a man who was no longer resistant. ”

“Him?” Zhang Heng was a little unconscious to come to Okuda and say who he was.

“Miss Xiao Night of the Jenzhou clan, Jinzhou Takasu fled to her house. When I rushed over, she was preparing to heal Jin Takasu. I killed Jin Takasu, who had been in a coma, despite her plea, and knocked out her father, who had come to dissuade her.” Okita raised his head and looked into Zhang Heng's eyes, his eyes filled with pain, "I... did I make a wrong choice? ”

“ ………… ”

Zhang Heng did not answer the question. The contradiction between the curtain faction and the Shogun was irreconcilable. Their struggle would determine the course of Japanese history. General Okuda, as a member of the newly elected team, was clear about his position, even if he no longer cared about politics.

Tonight, the two men spent so much effort and so much money. Director Okuda is going to kill Jin Takasu in any case. It can only be said that his luck is too bad. Jin Takasu missed the residence of his loved one at the end of the day, leaving this still budding emotion directly to fade away.

But honestly, even if it wasn't for tonight, Zhang Heng didn't really like this relationship.

No matter how beautiful the meeting between the two is, there is no way to change the fact that General Okita is the captain of the newly selected team. The father of Xiao Night is a man of the Yanzhou clan. He will not marry his daughter to the executioner of this shogun. Otherwise, how will he face his relatives and friends, and how will he face those who died in the hands of the shogun?

And Okita's identity can't be hidden from Xiao Night for the rest of his life, so Zhang Heng thought, maybe this is a good end, when both people only know the good feelings, use this most decisive way to finish the emotional picture.

Like the vast majority of love in the world, only flowers blossom and rarely bear fruit.

The flavour can only be left to both parties to taste in silence.

Of course, the anguish and heartbreak in Okuda's heart is hard to understand. Zhang Heng can clearly feel the anguish and contradiction of this big boy, but he didn't say much. He just patted Okuda's shoulder, “Go home, take a hot bath, find a doctor, sleep well, and wake up tomorrow will be a new day. ”