108 Raiders of Yukinoshita

Yuigahama looked over, but saw Yukinoshita Yukino squatting in front of a transparent hut, looking at the little cat in the transparent hut seriously, her cherry lips moved slightly, whispering something in a low voice.

He made a silent gesture to my wife Yuno, then made a slight detour, and walked quietly behind Yukinoshita Yukino.

It was very close, so he heard—

"Meow~meow~"

Soft, gentle, with a hint of joy.

Yuigahama was silent.

If Yukinoshita Haruno questioned his statement that Yukinoshita Yukino is very ordinary, then he can point to this picture and say confidently - look, this is an ordinary girl who likes cats.

There's nothing wrong with being mediocre.

Thinking of this, he also went to Yukinoshita Yukino and squatted down, imitating Yukinoshita Yukino's tone, calling softly in a waxy, soft and sweet voice.

"Meow~"

In the transparent hut, the little cat who looked lazy and ignored Yukinoshita Yukino suddenly turned his head towards him, then stood up, walked to the edge of the transparent hut and meowed at him. Stop scrolling, looking happy.

Masata Yuigahama glanced at Yukinoshita Yukino who was about to emit black air, shrugged slightly, and continued to tease the little cat again.

Ah!Poor cat slave!

Not far behind the two of them, my wife Yuno looked at their backs with a more gentle smile on her lips.

……

After five o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Yubihama returned home, greeted Mrs. Yubihama who was staying in the living room knitting with wool, and then entered her room, closed the door and locked it.

Putting his schoolbag casually at the foot of the bed, he dragged out the two black suitcases under the bed.

He had already broken the lock of one of the suitcases, so he simply twisted the other and opened it together.

The suitcases contained a section of the black metal box, one of which was shorter, only enough to store two sword hilts, and the dark black belt used to fix it to the person was also removed and placed there.

What the original color of the belt was, Yuigahama Shota didn't know, it was soaked in blood too many times, and it couldn't be washed clean.

He stretched out his hand to gently rub the surface of the metal box, and the strong nausea used to stimulate his brain crazily, making his eyes red.

He suddenly remembered the dream of last night, the thick crimson ocean was clearly the ocean formed by the blood of countless creatures he had killed.

Barely suppressing the discomfort, he lifted the two pieces of metal boxes and combined them into long strips.

If it was his previous size, he could just tie it on his back without getting in the way, but now it is not suitable.

He pressed a bump casually, and the box opened a small part, empty.

Frowning involuntarily, he continued to press, four in a row were empty, only the last one, a pale sword hilt popped out, which he subconsciously held in his hand.

The color of the hilt is close to that of white bones, and there are exquisite hollow patterns on it, which is more like a work of art than a murder weapon.

"Is there only the sword of joy left?"

Yugahama Shota muttered to himself, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, a strange laugh came from the hilt of the sword.

Yubihama stretched his brows, calmly watching pink mist coming out of only a little bit of broken sword body, condensed but not scattered, and gradually gathered into a narrow and long blade, with a crescent-like curved arc at the end, with a strange shape.

Inexplicably, Yuigahama suddenly laughed, suppressed and distorted, like the sound of laughter in the hilt of a sword.

Simple smiling faces appeared on the pink sword body, and the smiling faces formed by three curved slits were layered on top of each other, crowding the sword body.

The white bone armor grew strangely from the hilt of the sword, and spread rapidly, wrapping half of his body.

He felt that inside of him, that pure and fiery joy!

Death is bliss!Bliss is eternity! ! !

Bestow happiness on all beings! ! !

He smiled distortedly, and then raised his sword to the neck that was not covered by the bone armor, and cut it hard!Yubihama Shota finally stopped committing suicide, because he remembered that suicide may not be possible to die now, not only would he not be able to die, but his IQ would also be deducted, which is not worth cutting.

But he stopped a bit late, and he cut his own neck a bit.

This time, things were not so good, even though the skin was only torn a little and cut into the flesh a little, blood was pouring out crazily, as if he would not stop until the blood flowed.

Yubihama Masata put down the sword of joy, and it instantly returned to its original worn-out hilt, and even the bone armor on his body disappeared. He hurried to the desk, and quickly took out a few tissues from a box of tissues on the desk Press down on the wound, then go back to the bed and pull out a cardboard box under the bed.

He remembers a cardboard box containing spare emergency medical kits and other odds and ends.

After finding it, he quickly treated the wound in an orderly manner, tied a thick bandage around his neck, and then lay quietly on the bed, quietly waiting for the wound to stop bleeding and initially heal.

In fact, the wound is very small, and a band-aid is enough, but it is too slow to stop the bleeding.

While lying down, he was just able to think about his weapons.

As he thought, this set of weapons is extremely strange, whether it can kill the enemy or not, it will definitely hurt himself.

But he always felt that something was wrong. He should not be afraid of suicide in the past, that is to say, he had the means of resurrection or super-speed regeneration.

His only supernatural means are these swords in his hand, so there should be one that can heal him or revive him.

Sword of Fear?Or the sword of mercy?

He only remembered a little special effect of the Sword of Joy, and he only remembered the names of the remaining ones.