Miss Hardcore Love Daily

Huangbatu should be a god, not a monster.

It should not be artificial.

Bright orange flames soared up, even if you just watched from the side, the scene that emerged in your mind should be something related to the word 'beautiful'.

Like summer orange slices, orange soda, yellow paint, lemon...

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't even feel hot.

But someone still called the fire alarm, and the fire brigade and black and white police cars rushed in, but it was too late to keep up with these Hong Kong gangsters who were facing each other and ordered to retreat, leaving him alone to rush into the fire.

Flames swallowed white walls, burned people's clothes, and goldfish bowls filled with water on desks.

This kind of fire scene is very strange, but Zhong Yuanzhong doesn't care, what he cares about is...the person who caused the fire.

In essence, the Central Plains is not a purebred human being, he should be chosen to become a container of 'supernatural power'.

He has known about this for a long time, and so far the abilities comparable to 'Huang Ba spit'...

"What is this?" He found it interesting.

The flames enveloped the entire building like a huge ring of fire, but only charred ashes remained inside the building.

Zhong Yuanzhong also squinted his eyes to find the place where he was forced to evacuate by the flames ignited by the woman, which was the most serious burning area.

But, there is one more but.

The young man with coral hair was not surprised. Looking at this woman who was intact from the ashes, there was no wound or blood on her hand that blocked the bullet for him just now.

In good condition.

"Is this your ability? Heal wounds by spontaneous combustion?" He shouted at the other party, trying to get the little girl's ignorant attention.

Wan Yin Jia Ye blinked, and slowly raised her hand in front of her eyes.

After she pushed the boy in the top hat away, she changed the path of the Gundam with her bare hands, but because of this, she should have a wound on her hand.

But she followed the smooth palm all the way down, and her eyes were all her own body, without any cover.

"Huh?" She asked a question, but without thinking too deeply, she turned to the direction where someone was talking just now, and saw the dusty coral-haired boy: "Mr. Nakahara Chuya? How did you do this? "

"Hey! Compared to me", she should be referring to the marks on her body that were scorched by the fire: "Aren't you the one who changed the most! Quickly explain to me that this is your 'power'!?"

"..." Miss Wan Yin put down her hand, her hair that had been cut off grew back again, and the jet-black hair looked like over-nourished seaweed: "I think...did I die just now?"

She wasn't sure either.

"How do I know!" Zhong Yuan shouted three steps away from her, his whole body tensed up, obviously guarding against something.

"But..." Miss Wan Yin wondered, she just scratched her palm just now?Is this also lethal?

"But what!" The young man had much less patience than Mr. Dazai, let alone what was going on with Miss Wanyin's secret. He didn't want to boil a frog in warm water like Dazai.

The more this was the case, the more Mr. Nakahara couldn't bear it anymore, his feet got excited, he subconsciously took a step forward, and then—"Kala".

It's the sound of metal colliding, crisp and sweet, a bit like a bullet casing.

He kicked something.

The two people present looked at this direction at the same time, and then saw——

"What's that?" Miss Wan Yin crawled over.

She was naked to herself.The state of the body is used to it, so the range of movements is large, but it really makes the Hong Kong black cadres who have just reached the age of two years not notice.

He was brought into the organization by the elegant sister Hongye, and he also knows the etiquette, justice and shame, at least much lower than that guy Dazai's tolerance limit.

"I said!" The Hong Kong and black cadre clenched his fist, and the hard-soled Oxford stepped on the bullet casing under his feet, one step faster than the woman's finger.

The black shiny leather was put together with her white and pink fingers, which made Miss Wan Yin look up strangely, wanting to see what this man was trying to do.

"What are you doing..."

The moment Wanyin Jiaye raised her head, she was covered by a black shadow covering the sky and the sun. She saw neither the scorched roof nor Mr. Nakahara Nakaya's gritted teeth face. Young male's black coat covers his head.

"I said, can you be a little bit polite and shameless! How can you be like that guy Dazai!!?"

It was the angry roar of a young man.

The black curtain was like a deathbed, and Wanyin Jiaye's uncovered skin was covered with a layer of warm and comfortable cloth, and he was surrounded by a strange atmosphere in an instant.

She remembered that the last time such a strange smell came from Mr. Dazai in the apartment.

The stimulation of nail polish is mixed with the light aroma of wine, and there is also an indescribable, cold and quiet.

It is completely different from Mr. Nakahara Chuya.

It is strong like fire, warm and comforting and sleepy.

The young man with coral-colored hair squatted down, asked Ms. Wan Yin to stretch out the sleeves of the clothes, and carefully buttoned and fastened the belt. From the perspective of the other party, it seemed that there was no vacuum inside the other party. state.

Miss Wan Yin felt helpless because of this, um, how should I put it, it seems that she hasn't met such a serious person for a long time.

"But I can't help it, Mr. Nakahara Chuya, the clothes were burned, and I didn't mean to..." She said to the young man who knelt in front of her to tidy her clothes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also fastened his belt, and after promising not to expose anything that should not be exposed, he put down his hand and picked up the bullet casing that was just under his feet.

"You said you 'died' just now?" He never mentioned the other party's explanation.

Wanyin Jiaye and Zhongyuan Zhongye could have stood up to talk, but the other party didn't seem to want to stand up, so Wanyin Jiaye just sat on the ground and nodded.

"Generally Mr. Chuya said 'spontaneous combustion and self-healing'—" She seemed to like his words very much: "It will only be triggered after my body function is 'dead', if you say it is a 'supernatural power'... It’s a supernatural power.”

She remembered who she was.

"..." Nakahara Chuya held the bullet casing between two fingers, but suddenly fell silent.

"This is the one from just now, right? This bullet casing." She reached for it, but Zhong Yuanzhong didn't move, letting her pinch the thing in her hand.

I have seen this type of bullet in the Central Plains—anti-missiles for supernatural beings, which only existed outside a few months ago, but now they have been brought into the country, tsk!

He pulled his thoughts back in silence, stared at the bullet casing, and then glanced slightly, only to realize that he was so close to this person, and he was not prepared at all... Well, this is not very good.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood up, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and now he only had a vest with a single button on his body.

"Stand up." He pulled away without any trace, with a cold face.

Wanyin Jiaye didn't care at all, she stood up and held the cartridge case in her hand, then walked around in a circle with bare feet and walked to the place where she originally crawled over.

She was wearing the coat of a man she had met once—although she was tall, but thin-boned; and Mr. Nakahara Nakaya was more or less a boy, even if... he was really short—Miss Wanyin His clothes fit him just right.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw that although she was obedient, she went back and squatted in the ashes where she was, looking for something.

Black ash stained her fingers and got under her nails.

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched from the sidelines, unable to understand: "What are you digging over there!"

Ms. Wan Yin didn't turn her head back: "Hey...the key, it's the key! Mr. Dazai seems to have only one key in his house, and I don't have a spare one. I have to find it! Ah——I found it!"

The girl took out a shiny object from the ashes, which gleamed in the sun, and he could clearly see that it was a key.

"But Mr. Nakaya, why has that voice been outside since just now?"

When she found the key, she moved further away from him, and ran to the window to look down, but suddenly her arms tightened, she turned her head, and her long black hair was thrown out, falling on the boy's hand.

He clicked his lips: "it's the police, let's go, let's go first."

Zhongyuan Zhong also forgot about this, maybe Wanyin Jiaye gave him a feeling that he was too unhurried?

Wan Yinjiaye knew about the police, and she also hid diligently. As soon as she heard that it was a policeman, she immediately imprinted the voice of the police in her mind, and pulled Zhongye over Zhongyuan with her backhand, which seemed worse than this Hong Kong black cadre. in a hurry.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know why, but he still took the man and chose a faster shortcut: "Stop, let's go up."

The red power covered the two people's bodies, the young man exerted force on his feet, and a pit appeared on the ground, and the two disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The gentle and strong wind swirled in, and Wan Yinjiaye didn't have the expected fear. He thought it was true, he couldn't solve this person in one go-she found it interesting instead.

"Then please ask Mr. Nakahara Nakaya to take me home. It's almost noon, otherwise I won't be in time..."

Her voice was washed away by the wind, but it was still accurately captured by the other party.

The young man with coral hair glanced at the other party's blue eyes. At that glance, Wan Yinjiaye suddenly felt that she was a bit like a creature in the sea: "Who said you want to go?"

"Huh? Isn't it?"

"It was originally a warning, telling you not to shoot so casually, but now—"

"Now?"

Zhongyuan also thought of the inexplicable flame.

"Do you know that Huang Ba vomits?" He asked suddenly, but Wan Yin Jia Ye had no idea about the relationship between the two.

"No, I don't know... is it the God of Earth?" Miss Wan Yin asked with dead fish eyes.

"...Then you have to be redeemed as a captive by a traitor to the organization."

He said a long series of sentences, and the amount of information in this sentence is a bit large.

Miss Wanyin digested for a while, then touched the keys and bullet casings in the pocket of Mr. Zhongyuan Nakaya: "I want a legal identification."

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't understand, so, didn't this guy think that she would be let go if she told her purpose?so naive?

"So, I invite you to have a meal with Mr. Dazai's money, please let me go?"

"Huh?" The young man landed on the top of a building and pinched the opponent's arm: "Are you joking?"

"Don't you hate Mr. Dazai? Even I know his bank password!"

"Hmph, you really—" He seemed to have seen through her essence, but his mouth was blocked by Miss Wan Yin's next words.

"Otherwise, you also know that my ability is 'immortality', you have no chance of winning, Mr. Nakaya."

Ahhh!What a guts!Asshole Qingmao see it!This is your little raccoon cat!