Card Draw Blade

Sunday is Long Live Day.

You don’t have to get up early in the morning, you can do whatever you want, tricks and pranks will greatly increase the success rate because of the overly relaxed state of the day.

"Where's your elder brother, still upstairs?"

"Well, big brother will come down in a while."

"Don't worry about this! I'll send it up to him!"

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Mirai Aoki was ordered by his mother to deliver some puffs she baked to the neighbors this morning, but now that Auntie Ruhuo is out, Kyojuro has not seen her, only she and Senjuro are sitting at the dining table eating puffs.

Senjuro charged the juicer and said to give her a taste of the new vegetable juice invented by Auntie Ruhuo.

If it's just like this, it's okay, if it's not good, it's not good. Aoki, who was forced to be depressed yesterday, woke up in the morning and felt that it was not a solution, and he had to make a fuss, even though they had nothing to do with each other.

Mirai Aoki just squeezed a little spicy mustard into it, carrying a plate of puffs like a small hill, and a cup of milk to relieve the spicy.

Or go to the study room, usually the other party will work here, and she has been doing this for a while.

"Yeah! What are you doing, Xing Julang?"

Knocking on the door, she came in with permission, holding a white porcelain plate with gilt patterns familiar to Xing Julang, which was a set of tableware that her mother liked.

The golden yellow hills are piled high, and there is a glass of milk.

"Are you here? Aunt Risa made the puffs? It's great! Aunt Risa's baked snacks are always delicious!" he said.

Before Mirai Aoki came, he put the 'special' puffs on the top floor, definitely on the top: "Eat more if it's delicious!"

It sounds harmless, and the language is normal. However, Purgatory Xingjurou didn't notice anything, and even held that one in the first hand.

"Then I'm welcome—"

Aoki Mirai thinks that there is no better deceiver than him in the world. In advance, this person really believes in you and is willing to give trust, even if he is deceived, he will not be angry.

The golden cloud was pinched at the fingertips, Mirai Aoki sat down on the chair he was sitting on just now, there was no time to close the photo album on the table.

"what is this?"

"Ah! It's a photo album." In order to make things clear, he didn't bite down.

Watching the girl turn the next page, she pointed to the little girl from long ago, wearing a white skirt and standing on the swing with a smile like a spring flower.

"Photo album... isn't there still me here!"

"That's right! I found it on the bookshelf by accident when I was in the morning. I didn't expect my mother to pack the photo album here! You can take it back and read it if you like it!"

The well-proportioned young man leaned on the table with one hand, and half of the shadow fell on Mirai Aoki's hand. He watched her turn to the next page, but suddenly brightened in the dim light.

The two were stunned.

In the dimness, the strange green blooms with light.

Without the interference of light and shadow in reality, this is actually just a painting, which may belong to the seaside scenery of morning glow or sunset.

"What is this...?" Aoki Mirai pointed to the painting that occupied an entire page of the photo album. What she wanted to ask was not what this thing was but what was the painting on it.

It is not the same as ordinary coastal landscape painting.

Moreover, a piece of drawing paper was sandwiched in the photo album.What kind of memory is this?

Purgatory Xingshoulang thought for a moment: "Did you forget?"

"..." Aoki Mirai cast doubts, "Brother, do you want to say that I painted this?"

If it sounds a bit similar to say so, it is not difficult for her to admit it.But now she herself can't explain why she draws such a thing.

"It's you, little future, you gave it to me at the beginning, and then put it in the photo album!"

Purgatory Xingshoulang talked about this, became interested, and continued to chatter: "When I first took over your class, it was Teacher Yu Sui who told me that you used to like painting. In fact, I found this today, so I remembered it. So you Loved it very early on and has a lot of talent!"

"Stop, wait! I still wonder why I drew a green sun!"

green sun.

Emerald-like luster burst out from the thin air and dark sky on the coastline, exceeding the limit of the light that human eyes can catch.In this small painting, compared to the orange red and red gold in the morning and evening sun, this emerald is more dazzling.

"Hahaha!" The young man left the table and patted her head like a dog: "Don't pay attention to these details! Isn't the green sun very beautiful! It's good to have imagination!!"

Aoki Mirai tilted his neck, and dodged the opponent's attacking hand the same way he avoided being knocked off by a female train conductor more than a dozen times, expressing his dissatisfaction with the opponent's panacea answer: "Tch! Anyway, try Risa's craftsmanship! "

"Hahaha! Good!" He picked it up again: "Speaking of which, you gave this painting to me during the summer vacation when I graduated from high school. How old were you at that time? I remember when we first met, you, a little girl, could still Said with a cold face, 'I don't play those childish games'! Oh, I really miss-"

The young man compared his height: "But it doesn't matter! The days to come will be longer! Hahaha! Yoshi—I'm starting!"

Just about to pop the puff into my mouth.

But Aoki Mirai really hates the opponent's ability to easily grasp other people's weaknesses.

The little girl did not know when she got on the table and snatched the puffs with toppings. Although her posture was indecent, she succeeded in achieving her goal. She swallowed it in one mouthful, and the cream mixed with mustard went straight to the top of the sky from her mouth!

At a speed visible to the naked eye, she blushed and shed tears.

"Little, little future?" Purgatory Xingshoulang was overwhelmed by this incident, but suddenly remembered her wrong state, and couldn't laugh or cry: "No way? Are you a 'special' puff??"

The tearful Aoki Mirai picked up a bottle of milk and poured it down, and wiped the overflowing milk with the back of his hand: "Hmph! People like you should not be able to eat wasabi-flavored puffs! Goodbye! Goodbye!"

After saying that, he ran out, leaving Kyojuro with a dazed look on his face. He seemed to have only watched a unit theater with Mirai Aoki as the heroine once?

"mustard?"

When he went down again, Qianshoulang lay down on the table and worried about a big glass of vegetable juice, "Brother! What did you say to my future sister, and she left in tears as soon as she got downstairs, you wouldn't bully her like this?? Such a big bowl of vegetables Juice, I can't drink it myself!"

Xing Shoulang reckoned that the focus was on the latter, "She ate a wasabi-flavored puff, and I don't know what happened—it's not bad to drink more vegetable juice. You're still growing, so I can only share a little."

"Hey~" Qianshou Lang held a cup of something green: "Oh!"

The first thing Aoki Mirai did when she came home was to go to the faucet to wash her mouth for a few minutes. After a long time, she could still feel the fear of being dominated by the smell of mustard while lying on her bed.

"My God! Why should I suffer on my own!" This is the stain of her life!

Like a caterpillar, the little girl writhed and twisted on the bed, and suddenly the [game card] that she threw on the bedside yesterday appeared in her vision.

Seems like a reminder.

In addition to the brief introduction, there is also a red mark on the card [Whether to watch or not: Yes/No]

curious coincidence.

'yes'.

[Talk of the day after tomorrow: Butterfly House] begins.

The light in front of him dimmed, and the soft mattress under him seemed to have a hole, and Aoki Mirai felt himself sinking bit by bit.

"Are you worried about Mr. Purgatory in the future?"

The beautiful female voice seemed to be worried but also half-quiet, soft and peaceful.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a clean and beautiful yard, the freshly dried sheets were clamped on the rope, and she looked down at the beautiful hairpin in her hand.

This is the hairpin she keeps getting dropped in the game.

"Who knows," she heard herself say.

In cg, there are very few choices that can affect the plot, and more is that one's body is instinctively dominated to say some plots and lines.

"It's boring to stay in the butterfly house all the time, do you want to go shopping in the street?"

"sorry, I……"

The other party suddenly said: "Mr. Purgatory is very strong."

"...Let me borrow your good words, Shinobu."

Tolerate?

Mirai Aoki raised his head and saw a woman wearing the same uniform as Purgatory Kyojuro, but with feathers woven like butterfly wings.

Isn't this the super powerful doctor butterfly? !

Fortunately, the game system doesn't let her do anything casually!

The wind was calm, the sky was blue and the air was fresh.Aoki Mirai played with the hairpin in his hands, but the feel did not change.

Just when she wondered, "Is it just like this in the future talk", as if it was a sign of something happening, the hairpin in her hand "slapped"——

Things that I tried my best to avoid more than a dozen times still happened.

Both of them looked at the hairpin in amazement, the shell fell on the spot, and the beads rolled down the floor to the courtyard.

Butterfly held on to the pearl rolling beside her with one hand: "Just re-thread it with silver thread later—"

But there was another rush of footsteps, and it was a masked man with Chinese characters on the back of the black uniform.

"Master Butterfly! Miss Future!"

But when the person who came said their names, there was nothing to say, and the only pair of eyes that were exposed would only make people feel unfortunate.

"Master Purgatory, he—"

Butterfly couldn't bear to think of the hearty laughter when she sent the other party away before the war, and handed herself the box wrapped in flannelette.

'Can I leave this to you for safekeeping!It's a gift for her! '

"Sorry, Shinobu, I want to stay by myself for a while." Aoki Mirai heard himself say, and then slowly stood up, bypassing Butterfly Shinobu and the masked man, and walked out by himself.

She closes the door.

It seems that at present, important characters have faces, while unimportant characters have no faces?

Thinking wildly in her mind, she thought where the plot would take her, but she stopped still after closing the door.

Wow, is it so exciting to eavesdrop? !

"Master Yan Zhu's team encountered twelve ghost moons, one of the last string and the third of the first string. No ordinary people were killed, and a few people were injured. The news of the ghost has been distributed among ordinary people. Tanjiro et al. People are only injured and are already on the way.

However, Lord Yan Zhu died when he fought with the third of the upper strings. "

The man's voice was muffled.

This was the expected result, Aoki Mirai wanted to turn around and leave, but his body remained motionless.

"Okay, I see." This is Butterfly Shinobi.

The body of 'Miss Future' began to tremble, her blood vessels burst out due to extreme anger and sadness, her muscles tightened, and little by little heat rushed to her cheeks.

It feels like the feeling after eating that mustard-flavored puff cream.

But unlike her, 'Miss Future' didn't cry.

'She' turned around, faced the door again, reached out and pinched the bamboo on the door——

'Swah--'

"Wei, Miss Future? You're not—" The person who was close to her was surprised.

Judging by Butterfly Shinobi's expression, it seems that he had expected it a long time ago.

Even the usual gentle smile became silent.

"Tell me the cause of his death."

"The third of being wound—" the masked man was about to say, but suddenly saw the woman's eyes.

People who don't have the talent of a swordsman go to the logistics department, and he is one of them.But every time he stepped into the battlefield to clean up, he occasionally had the opportunity to see the eyes of ghosts, ferocious and crazy, and finally so sad that he turned into a pile of ashes and dissipated in the air.

Her eyes are like ghosts, the same.

Suddenly he understood what the other party meant, not being killed by that ghost, but how he died.

"Being pierced by a ghost in the chest..."

The cause of death of others can be summed up in one sentence, simple and clear, light and light, there is nothing simpler than this, human death is so easy.

Mirai Aoki looked at all this, she originally thought it was the prefix of a new chapter, such as putting on the road of revenge, and then opening the force system and so on.

But the conversation that followed was a bit confusing.

The person she didn't know left, Butterfly Ninja handed her a wooden box, which opened to a new hairpin, which appeared in the conversation between her and Purgatory Xingshourou, saying that it would be given to her after the task was over, and it was also a task props.

Yes, it seems to be placed here for her.

Aoki Mirai touched the hairpin, and finally found the feeling to insert it on her head. While inserting it, she looked at the still peaceful courtyard:

"Shin, it would be great if I could successfully deceive Xing Julang once, obviously that person looks so easy to deceive."

"..."

"I knew what he was going there for, and he wouldn't let me go, so I lied to him 'well, I'll wait for you to come back at Butterfly House'. Doubtful trust, I actually..." She lowered her hand, and the cold pendant hung by her ear.

"This person is always like this. You can't be fooled. I really didn't go."

"……future"

"You know, Shinobu, I had a dream, it was a nightmare."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed—" Her voice became hoarse: "I got on the same train with Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang, reincarnated hundreds of times, and every time I couldn't find a way, and then I got off car."

"and then?"

"Hahaha", he suddenly laughed towards the sky, "Then? Then it goes without saying, of course I woke up from a dream..."

The air travels down the throat, vibrates the vocal cords, and enters the eardrum.Aoki Mirai almost didn't come up in one breath, and then opened his eyes, only a pair of unspeakable words were stuck in his mouth.

Is it just a dream that she worked so hard? ?Don't play with people like this! !

Thinking about it carefully, if all the game plots she experienced were the heroine's dream, wouldn't the conversation between Butterfly Ninja and her make sense at the beginning?

'I've been staying in Butterfly House...'

Tsk, think carefully!

Staring at the CG entrance that has disappeared on the card, this CG can only be seen once. Although this game is very wc, I have to say that the big reversal of the plot is also interesting.

The fate of the players is like the unshakable train tracks, which can only lead to the established direction.You think it's just because your skills are too bad that you can only achieve this kind of ending. In fact, no matter what you choose, there are only two, one is eternal reincarnation in a dream; the other is what 'Xing Shou Lang' told her—— Pulled away and woke up from the dream.

Really, if this game didn't use the faces of her acquaintances in real life, it would definitely make money selling it out!

"The future?! Xing Shoulang sent vegetable juice, come down quickly!!"

Suddenly, Risha's Hedong lion's roar scared Aoki Mirai to a cleverness. She was still dreaming of writing the plot of the game to the game company and dreaming of becoming a billionaire, but she was dragged up by her mother.

"It's coming—" He prolonged his voice, and thought again: Wait a minute, who's coming?Xing Julang?snort!This time definitely let you eat wasabi!

Didn't it mean that the game can't fool you!

Depend on!

Three minutes later, Mirai Aoki put a tube of green wasabi into vegetable juice in half in front of Xing Jurou, and held the glass to force the helpless Xing Jurou to clink glasses with her: "Come on! Cheers! Whoever can't drink is the grandson." !"

then.

"Miku Aoki! Who are you with?!"

"Give it to them! It's up to you, how to-"

'Snapped'!

The flamboyant elder brother Aoki Mirai was hit hard by her mother.

"I'm sorry mom, I want to play the 'wasabi eating game' with brother Xing Shoulang." Quickly had no expression on his face.

Well, sorry.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is game over!

What else do you not understand!

This article is still joyful, congratulations for unlocking the northeast accent hhhhh in the future