Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

The air came over, quickly relieving the pain of suffocation, as if he had suddenly left the water.

The air carried a strange smell - hot, mixed with the smell of blood and burnt smell, like pieces of flesh that were burnt on the outside but still bleeding on the inside.

This is the taste of her flesh and blood.

Dio opened his eyes wide and looked steadily at Mia, who was close at hand.

The flames swayed above her head, casting a cruel yet beautiful red light on her. Mia seemed to notice that Dio was looking at her, and her eyes curved, forming a gentle arc like the moon.

Blood and pain, this is what love should look like.

The perverse ideas grew crazily, and the fire seemed to burn into the water, making his blood almost boil.

Closing his eyes in enjoyment, Dio raised his hands, wanting to wrap his arms around her neck and ask for more.

Suddenly, Mia straightened up and removed her soft lips.

Disappointment and longing swept through him, and Dio opened his eyes and stared directly at her.

"We're going out soon, don't be afraid."

Mia mistakenly thought that he was scared, so she forced an unattractive smile and comforted him with a hoarse voice.

Dio looked away and nodded sadly.

He didn't understand what this strange feeling was, but his intuition told him that he must not let it be discovered by Mia.

"If only I had fire-kindling properties."

Mia made a joke that Dio didn't understand, picked up an iron bucket that was half taller than her, and ran in the flames.

The tongue of fire licked her body, burning her into charcoal bit by bit.

at last.

Mia rushed out of the fire.

Ignoring the remaining flames on her body, Mia put down the iron bucket and reached into it.

Dio tacitly grasped Mia's hand and used her strength to jump out of the iron barrel.

He walked over to Mia and stared at her body wrapped in flames expressionlessly.

wow-

Mia raised the iron bucket and poured water on herself to extinguish the flames.

The burns that had been numb for a long time caused terrible pain under the wash of cold water. Mia took a breath and reluctantly suppressed the cry of pain in her mouth.

"Let's go."

Dio stretched out his hand, wanting to lead her away.

The clothes on her surface were scorched and blended into her, like a monster in a horror movie.

Mia grabbed his hand and shook it, pointing to the location of the shelter, squeezing out a few unclear words from her throat - the flames and thick smoke eroded her trachea and lungs, and she could barely speak. I can't speak.

"You want to save Spitwagen and the others?" Dio immediately saw what Mia wanted to do and sneered, "Never mind them, I'll take you to deal with the wound first."

Mia swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty, and her razor-like throat felt a little better.

She squeezed out two words: "Yes, use."

Dio knew what she meant - although Spitwagen was a gangster, he was surprisingly loyal. If they could rescue him, they could use this man's connections in the dark side world to do things they couldn't do before.

only……

Mia looked at Dio's expression and didn't understand why he was silent.

Dio shook his head and ordered without hesitation: "Let's go, you are too injured."

Mia opened her eyes wide and looked at him stubbornly: "It's okay."

Dio hated rejection.

In particular, Mia, who has been obedient to him since childhood, refuses his care.

Suppressing the irritation in his heart, Dio tried his best to soften his tone: "Why?"

Mia opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out. She raised the bucket and drank some water.

"Dior wants to be a master."

She stood straight and stared at him.

"Mia wants to help too!"

The girl's eyes were reddened by the flames, but they were terrifyingly bright, as if the fire was burning inside.

Being stared at by these eyes, Dio suddenly felt a dull pain somewhere in his heart.

How difficult it is for the poor to become a leader in this country where classes are solidified. Even though Dior firmly believes that he can do it, but...

He had told his "friends," but they had only responded with harsh sarcasm.

He once told his mother, but her mother only responded with a helpless smile.

Mia believed him, every time.

She couldn't understand his plan, but she would still listen carefully and carefully.

Dio held her hand and said in a tight voice: "The fire is too great."

"It's okay." Mia raised her chin and spoke confidently, "It just hurts a little."

Dio lowered his eyes and seemed to be considering it, but his grip on Mia became stronger and stronger.

"Dior." Mia shrank her hand and tried to pull it away, but not only failed, but Dio tightened his grip on her.

"Dior." Mia called him again, squeezing his hand soothingly, "I'll give you something."

Dio was stunned, looked at her carefully for a moment, and then slowly let go.

Mia took out the knife, squatted down, and put her hand on the ground.

His heart tightened, Dio wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Click.

Mia stamped her little finger.

"for you."

She picked up the still bleeding finger and put it into Dio's hand, as excitedly as if she was handing over a carefully prepared Christmas gift.

"Keep it well, I will have to take it back when I come back later."

The girl's face was slightly melted by the fire. Dio couldn't see her expression clearly, but subconsciously felt that it must be a smile as bright as the sun.

The pain in his heart surged through his body. Dio stared at the little little finger in his palm and couldn't help but tremble: "Why?"

"I'm sorry." Mia seemed to have misunderstood something and explained awkwardly, "I still have to hold the iron bucket, so I can only cut off the little finger that has the least impact on the grip."

"You..." Dio closed his eyes to hide the sour moisture, "Go."

"I will be back soon."

Mia patted Dio with a smile and rushed into the fire without hesitation.

Dio stared at her back in a daze——

The petite and dexterous moth flew into the flames and was swallowed up by the dazzling light without hesitation.

He fell to the ground as if he was exhausted, and put his little finger on his heart, as if he had obtained a priceless treasure.

Blood and pain, this must be what love looks like! ! !

Indescribable ecstasy overwhelmed his heart, and in the rapid beating of his heart, he heard himself laughing wildly.

Behind Dior.

Cook, who was hiding in the crowd, gritted his teeth and struggled to crawl towards the fallen revolver, his face full of viciousness and anger.