108 Raiders of Yukinoshita

With her mind set, she continued.

"Since you don't have this kind of emotion, isn't it very bad for you to do such a thing? It's just like a scum!"

"Where is it?"

Yuigahama spread her hands innocently.

"Aren't you the ones who took the initiative to express their affection for me and want to have intimate contact with me all the time? I'm quite self-sufficient and I don't refuse you. I just want to fulfill your wishes out of good intentions. I What I want to see is a world where everyone can be happy!" Yubihama Masata's nonsense speech obviously failed to win Yuihama Yui's letter, and she had never seen Yubihama Masata's kindness, let She judged objectively that Masata Yubihama was a lazy villain with abnormal views.

She doesn't mind Yubihama being bad at all, but she hopes that he can be more specific and be specific to her.

"It is impossible for everyone to be happy in the future. In this world, only a small number of people can achieve happiness. We have done our best just to pursue our own happiness. How can we spare time to take care of others? Therefore, Zhengtai , you just need to look at me! Our happiness is enough!"

Her tone is very firm, and although she can't say any beautiful lines, the meaning is well conveyed.

Yuigahama grabbed her hand holding his back collar, straightened up her limp body, stood on the bed, and said calmly.

"I, can't understand that kind of happiness..."

After a brief pause, he continued.

"What I want is not to talk about a love without a whereabouts, or love, but eternity. Human life is short, so I am obsessed with a love that is as gorgeous as fireworks, and even have the illusion that this moment is eternal, and I, I have already surpassed human beings, knowing that in the long years that the stars will perish, love and hatred, love and hatred, kindness and resentment, will be disillusioned like bubbles, without a trace, eternity and truth will become the only persistent things in my heart, you Do you understand?"

These things may not be understood until after experiencing the cruelest time killing, and he does not expect Yuigahama Yui to understand, just a little bit of understanding.

"I don't understand, I only know that what you said is very secondary, and there is more!"

Yuigahama Yui stretched out his hand to pinch Yuigahama Shota's soft cheek, kneaded it a few times like kneading dough, and said very seriously.

"I want to fuck you!"

"But I'm going to kill now."

Yugahama Shota answered seriously.

Generally speaking, killing people is less costly and time-consuming than having sex, and it is more relaxing. He would rather kill people.

Yuigahama Yui frowned and couldn't help asking.

"Kill who?"

If Yubihama killed people casually, she couldn't just sit idly by, she would definitely have to do something to stop him, such as breaking his legs!

Speaking of which, I haven't said anything about the photos I received this morning!She came back from leave today just for the photo.

She was provoked by "my wife Yuno" just now, and she accidentally crushed her phone, so she couldn't view the photos, but she couldn't hold Masahiro Yubihama accountable, and she regretted it a little.

Moreover, the source of the photo is not clear, and there is also the possibility of a P-picture. Now that it is impossible to view it, it is easy to be regarded as vexatious if there is no definite evidence. She can only give up.

"Matsuzaka Granose."

Yuigahama smiled.

"It's time to find what was lost."

Yuigahama Yui was silent.

The problem with Matsuzaka Granose is very complicated. Although she has committed the crime of murder, there is something worthy of sympathy. In terms of emotion and reason, she will not pay for it with death, but... She took the sword of joy away, And the salt sauce accidentally incorporated the sword of joy...

Yubihama Yui knows that she is also at fault for this matter, and the mistake is very serious. Yubihama Masata does not blame her, but someone has to bear the consequences of the mistake. It will be a matter of time before Yubihama Masata will do it. She has no position to stop it .

However, if Hihama took back the Sword of Joy, she would no longer be able to suppress him, which is a serious problem.

After thinking about it, she didn't stop Yuigahama Masata.

After all, she is a gentle and kind girl, how could she be willing to break her lovely brother's leg!

Of course, the faint sense of an unusually dangerous aura from Yuighama Masata's left hand was also one of the slight reasons why she gave up.

……

After teleporting back home, Yukinoshita Yukino was lying on the sofa in the living room, leaning on a pillow, with her left arm covering her closed eyes, looking tired and weak.

She kept replaying today's experience in her mind, and her face gradually turned pale.

She felt that she must be crazy, that she had become nothing like her original self.

Where in this world is there such a powerful power that can be obtained without paying a single price?Most of the price for obtaining the power of the Sword of Mercy was borne by Masata Yubihama, and she only paid a negligible amount.

She tried to correct it with the power of the sword of mercy, but there was no reaction, maybe it was beyond the limit of the power she could use, maybe... it was an irreversible change at all.

In the quiet living room, the light is dim, and the curtains drawn on the French windows of the balcony block out the light from the outside world, and also block the weak noises such as the sound of cars and pedestrians talking in the cold wind. Under the snow on the snow, Yukino was able to find peace and fell into a deep sleep.

She had a strange dream.

In the wind and snow, she was trekking with a man.

The knee-high snow made it difficult for her to move. As far as she could see, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the howling wind made her almost unable to open her eyes.

The man in front of him only had a back view, and it was hard to tell his age. He was wearing black trousers, and his upper body was naked. His long black hair was torn by the strong wind, revealing his back. His skin was blue and purple, as if he had been frostbitten. There are five pitch-black holes lined up on the shoulder blades, faint black smoke emerges from them, and is quickly torn apart by the gale-wrapped snowflakes.

She didn't know who he was, why she followed him, and how far she had walked, but endured the exhaustion and cold, and walked mechanically, leaving deep footprints on the snow, which were then covered by the wind and snow.

After a long time, consciousness gradually blurred, the man in sight went away, his back was blurred, and finally disappeared in the boundless snowstorm.

She slumped where she stopped, feeling dazed.

The snow fell bigger and bigger, covering her body, completely burying her...