I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

Megumi Fujiwara moved a small bench and sat not far away watching the two men fight.

Taishu and taijutsu are naturally hand-to-hand combat without weapons.

Chrollo had become accustomed to plundering in Meteor Street all year round, and his attacks were unexpected and aimed at the vital points of the human body.

Kazumi licked her dry lips, grabbed Chrollo's left hand that was about to gouge out his eyes, and quickly turned it up.

Click.

Following the sound of bones cracking, Chrollo broke into a cold sweat in pain.

Kazumi kicked him out.

"The movements are too slow and the moves are messy. Even Dazai's mediocre taijutsu can hit you." This is Butei Zai.

In the dark time, Zaikou can fight back and forth with the current Chrollo.

After all, neither of them are experts in physical skills, and they are more mentalists.

"I'm disappointed, sir." Chrollo didn't cry out in pain, but stood up unsteadily, his face pale and his left hand hanging down.

This pitiful look made Kazumi narrow her eyes and smile with an unknown meaning, "No, Chrollo is great."

Chrollo:......

He opened his mouth, but couldn't really say anything, so he lowered his eyes and lowered his head.

"Rest for an hour and then continue."

"Yes."

The healed telepathic person immediately stepped forward to treat Chrollo's injuries.

The nanny and Mei chose Area 13 and found the person in an underground cell.

Wet nurses are a rare commodity in Bloody Street, and it is not surprising that they are kept secretly by high-ranking people.

Kazumi opened a bottle of mineral water, took two sips, and sat down next to Megumi Fujiwara.

"Hui, are you bored?"

Fujiwara Megumi shook his head and whispered: "Kazumi is really amazing."

Hemei paused while drinking water and said nonchalantly: "You know I went to the police academy and practiced everything."

But you said you don't like physical fights.

Fujiwara Megumi understands her desire to protect herself, and also understands that Kazumi cares about her, but she doesn't want Kazumi to lose herself.

Kazumi, who showed no murderous intent when Fumino taught the gangster a lesson and just wanted to give him a good beating, had a fight with Chrollo.

Harmony with her, enjoying.

Enjoying the pleasure of bathing in murderous aura, enjoying the pleasure of fighting.

She was excited, she was eager to kill.

Yes, she knew that Kazumi killed someone.

Although her eyes were blindfolded at the time, she could feel the smell of blood in the world she was cursed back to. She became a corpse, but the feeling was very real.

Her eyes were blocked and her ears were covered, but her nose was still alive and she could smell blood.

When she learned that Kazumi had killed someone, Fujiwara Megumi didn't think about anything. She didn't think about why Kazumi killed someone, or what to do after killing someone. She just thought that it was great that Kazumi was fine.

No matter what He Mei put in behind it, how did it become like this.

As long as Kazumi knows what she is doing and does it unswervingly.

She doesn't need to persuade or explain, she just needs to stand silently in the circle where Hemei cares and protects her, waiting for her.

When she gets tired and looks back, she will always be there.

Fujiwara Megumi smiled. When Kazumi looked over, she said softly: "He's very handsome. Kazumi is super handsome in the fight."

The red-haired man was startled at first, but gradually, his golden eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Chrollo!"

Chrollo, who had not rested for ten minutes after his arm was healed, looked up and saw the red-haired man jumping up, throwing back the mineral water bottle in his hand, and his voice became obviously excited, "Come here, come and fight."

Chrollo:?

It's an hour as promised.

From then on, Chrollo understood that a man must first learn to lie.