I'm the heroine of a love game in a comic book

The door opened.

The tram was empty and nothing was happening.

The ordinary people who had been trapped for a long time cheered and rushed in. They could finally escape from this hellish place.

The five people present looked at each other, wondering if this was the enemy's plan. Just as Hoshino couldn't help but take a step forward to investigate the situation, two slender figures came out supporting each other.

"The real person is dead."

With eyes blurred by blood, he squinted into slits and looked at the five dumbfounded people. Yue Chengxuejian curled up the corners of his mouth. The huge stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he could no longer muster the strength and fell to the ground.

Jingu Yasuko, who was able to stand only because of her support, lost her footing and was about to fall, but was caught by Gojo Satoru.

"Xuejian, Xuejian, why are you here?"

Zenin Naoya didn't care about the real person's curse, he came here just to find Xuejian,

Xuejian was wearing a beige windbreaker and denim bell-bottoms today, which were now stained dark black by the blood. The hem of the windbreaker was wiping, but the buttons were still intact. Zenin Naoya reached out and touched it, and felt a sticky and warm touch all over from the back to the waist and abdomen.

He looked closely and saw a bloody handprint on his palm, which was dripping with blood.

"Jingzi wants to kill Mahito, and I'm with her."

Xuejian could no longer see Zenin Naoya's face. All she could see before her were the flashing lights and flying flesh and blood on the fourth underground floor, and she couldn't tell whether the pieces of flesh were hers or a real person's.

Fortunately, the system can block pain, otherwise she would have cried a long time ago.

"Naoya, is this how your world is? It's so hard."

Xuejian said sincerely.

"Stop talking. There is someone in Tokyo who can reverse the technique, Gojo Satoru!"

Just as Zenin Naoya was about to ask Gojo Satoru to take them to find Ieiri Shoko, Yukie grabbed his collar.

"No, I..."

[Congratulations to the host, the target Zenin Naoya has achieved the "Endless Admiration" achievement. The system has determined that the love value is full, and this mission is successful. 】

It actually worked.

Before Xuejian could feel happy, Zenin Naoya's tears fell on her face, washing away the blood stains on her face. She had to raise her hand with great effort to wipe them clean for Zenin Naoya.

[The host's health has reached the lowest point and will automatically exit this world. Host, see you in the next world.]

Wait, I haven't said goodbye to him yet...

Feeling sleepy, Xuejian slowly closed her eyes.

Zenin Naoya waited for a long time, but still did not get the second half of Tsukishiro Yukie's sentence.

It was not until the child beside him cried loudly that Zenin Naoya woke up as if from a dream. He hurriedly took out the bouquet of jasmine flowers from his arms. Unfortunately, after several hours of running around, the flowers had wilted, with only scattered petals and few intact flowers left.

But he still solemnly placed it in Xuejian's arms, and only then did Zenin Naoya discover that Xuejian's chest was empty under the windbreaker.

He pretended not to see it, put the flower on his chest, held Yuecheng Xuejian's hand and held the flower in her hand.

"This is for you. You said that giving ordinary flowers is too boring. I planted these flowers myself, watered and fertilized them, and then selected the biggest and best ones to make a bouquet. Does that count as my sincerity?"

"You should be happy to have a boyfriend like me."

Perfect, just as beautiful as he had imagined Yuecheng Xuejian would look when she received the flowers.

On the other side, Gojo Satoru let go of Jingu Yasuko. He and his classmate had not spoken to each other for almost ten years, and they were unable to reminisce this time.

Gojo Satoru had taken off his eye mask at some point, and these six eyes, which were envied and feared by the world and as blue as the sky, felt more tired than ever before.

This was the second time he had sent away a classmate of his.

"What did she say?" asked Zenin Naoya.

"She said," Gojo Satoru's lips moved, "she said not to let Naoko dispose of her body."

No one knew where Louhu had run off to, so Gojo Satoru cheered up and prepared to continue chasing him, and asked Zenin Naoya if he wanted to join them.

"No, I came here just to find Xuejian. Now that I've found her, I'll take her back."

Zenin Naoya kept Xuejian leaning on his arms, which made him feel like she was just sleeping.

"Okay. Hoshino, you guard the small mirror, and Hisahito Junpei, you two follow me."

After saying this, Gojo Satoru was stunned. Because Jingu Yasuko's cursed tool was a bronze mirror, he and Jie gave Yasuko this nickname. How many years has it been since they last called her that?

He remembered that Sato Yu also had a nickname when he was in high school. What was it?

No, Sato Yu is the curser beside Jie. He didn't know her at all before, so where did the nickname come from?

Gojo Satoru suspected that he was too tired today and his brain was confused. How could his memory be wrong?

"Teacher, teacher, I finally found you."

Looking up, I saw Takase Yuka running towards me from afar. She was obviously out of breath, but when she saw Gojo Satoru she jumped for excitement and tried to hold his arm, but he took a step back and dodged her.

"Teacher, I'm late. Are you not hurt?"

Gao Zuo Yujia looked at him in confusion, looking very aggrieved. She didn't know when a suture appeared on her head, and Gojo Satoru found it annoying.

Hoshino Hajime was originally with Itadori Yuji, helping him wipe Jingu Yasuko's body. When he heard Takase Yuka's voice, he looked up and sat down on the ground in shock, "She is not Yuka!"

Gao Zuoyoujia's facial features suddenly twisted and deformed, and his neck made a creaking sound. Finally, as if he had regained control of his body, he shouted to Gojo Satoru, "Teacher, run!"

The net is set up in heaven and on earth, just waiting for the moment when the prey lets down its guard.