Cat Breeding Manual

"you……"

The trident lightly punctured the fragile fabric of the clothes, and the cold touch seemed to be close to the skin in an instant, but the pain did not pass over for a long time.

"KUFUFUFU—Mr. Nakaya doesn't know much about my power." Liudao Mukuro took back the trident neatly, twirled it in his hand, and hit the ground again with a loud bang.

He raised his hand, slowly revealing the covered eye, and the looming numbers were immersed in a bright red, as if there was a feeling of malice coming.

"My ability comes from the six realms that I have reincarnated in. This time, it is the realm of hungry ghosts. Mr. Chuya, I will use your body unceremoniously."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

They are clearly in a hostile state, why are they explaining their skills so enthusiastically one by one?

"Tsk, stop talking nonsense."

The dominance of the body has indeed begun to be lost, but the willpower is still supporting the limbs without losing the last bit of strength.

To be honest, this is indeed the first time Nakahara Zhong has encountered such an ability.

It's not very similar to Q's mental attack, but rather than bewitching, it's more like an unreasonable occupation of the body.

An outsider who needs to be expelled.

The smile on Fyodor's lips was still hanging, and he said leisurely: "Thank you, Mr. Mu."

"Cough—Mr. Chuya." He coughed a few times, seemed to have adjusted his body for a while, and walked unsteadily in front of Zhongya Zhongyuan, looking at him with a smile.

"I know, Chuya-kun's power, Huang Ba's power is not something ordinary humans can resist. So—how does it feel to lose control of the body?"

"what?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyes contemptuously. He was obviously in a disadvantaged situation, but he was still full of arrogance, and he didn't pay much attention to Fyodor's words in front of him.

The ochre-haired young man opened his mouth, his cobalt blue eyes were full of dangerous brilliance, his voice was squeezed into a low growl-like texture, and the hoarseness was full of the intimidating feeling when the strong wind blew up on the eve of the storm.

——"I'm not the type who waits to be slaughtered."

The fierce wind suddenly spread out from Zhongye in the Central Plains, and after a soft hum, the discarded items piled up on the ground became restless with the wind.

As if there was a strong pressure in front of him, Fyodor felt that it was so difficult for him to move an inch for the first time, as if taking half a step forward, no, even maintaining his standing posture, it was already like It's like fighting a hill.

Central Plains Chuya...

He silently recited the name of Chuya Zhongyuan in his heart, and instead of feeling afraid because of it, his purple eyes were faintly overflowing with crazy infatuation.

Huangba spits... Such power is indeed extraordinary——

"Mr. Zhongye, let me see what kind of power you still have."

Fyodor chuckled lightly, but he didn't appear to be mad at the end of the road. Instead, he became calmer at this time, as if immersed in the sense of jeopardy at this critical moment of life and death.

"Your appeal is really different from that of ordinary people, and it's out-and-out—a pervert!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also roared, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he broke free from the shackles of Liudaokuo that bound his mind from the inside out, and punched Fyodor unceremoniously.

Fyodor said calmly, "Chuya-kun, be careful not to touch my skin."

Zhongyuan Zhong also clicked his tongue lightly, and his fist wind had no intention of restraining himself.

"Do not worry."

Following his expected trajectory, the body of the fist landed on Fyodor's chest. Just as he was about to hit it, he suddenly changed his posture and hit the side of the snow-white shawl beside him. past.

"My goal, from the beginning, is not just to beat you."

The red-haired young man took a quick step back, as if he was not under the control of his mind, he moved freely. He pulled out a sarcastic smile, and lightly showed the broken page between his knuckles. The red light was brilliant surrounded him.

Fyodor in front of him seemed somewhat shocked, but his expression didn't fluctuate much, he only retreated a few steps back under the pressure of his fist.

"Mr. Zhongye..."

"It's a pity, the initiative is now in my hands."

——The remaining pages of the 'book' unexpectedly shattered abruptly under the gravity exerted by the Central Plains.

The breaking of the law set off a strong gust of wind in an instant, causing the young man's hair to become entangled and fluttering. Even though his figure was petite, at this moment, he was even more inviolable like a god.

"Hmm." Fyodor frowned. He was already delicate, but now he looked like a sickly beauty, and his whole person became weaker and weaker: "It's a little bit beyond my expectation, But there are not too many deviations. In this form, you can also display such power..."

He tilted his head, and his smile showed a bit of innocent cruelty: "Mr. Li, release the filth of Mr. Zhongye."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, and quickly turned to look at Liu Dao Mu behind him who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The mental shackles he imposed... He should indeed have broken free...

"Hush, be quiet at this time." Liudao Mukuro raised his slender knuckles, with a mysterious expression on his face that was half a smile, and the black leather gloves set him off with the elegance and calmness of an English gentleman.

He looked at Fyodor at the side, his strange-colored pupils seemed pure and innocent, but under the rotating numbers, there was a natural sense of depravity.

Fyodor raised his eyebrows, as if anticipating something.

"Mr. Mukuro?"

"Sorry, Mr. Fyodor." Rokudoku put down his fingers, pulled out the trident that was stuck on the ground, turned it around gracefully, and said, "I thought about it, although it is not a mafia, but it is cooperating with terrorist organizations , it really is the same—it doesn’t fit my orientation.”

Fyodor didn't care too much, and chuckled lightly: "It's almost the same as Mr. Bai Lan said. Sure enough, Mr. Mu will turn against the general at this time."

"KUFUFUFU——It seems that Bai Lan has almost leaked my bottom." Liudao Mu leaned on the side of his face, and laughed in a low voice, half complaining and half conniving, and said: "Really , That fellow Sawada Tsunayoshi really cares too much about his allies. I still hate role-playing."

"Even if it is, playing with your own body is the same."

Kokichi Sawada?

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly captured this name. Far away in Vengley, Italy, the leader of this generation is a young man of Japanese descent-Sawada Tsunayoshi.

They are all mafia, so there will be no shortage of contacts with each other.Unlike Bai Lan, Sawada Tsunayoshi was a young man whose eyes were filled with compassion, but he was very decisive when he struck, clenching his fists as if praying.

Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his eyes, staring at Liu Dao Mu as if looking at him.

Mori Ogai's ideas are not compatible with Sawada Tsunayoshi.It's just that in the huge mafia world, it is rare to be able to understand Vongola's organization like a 'heterogeneous'.

The alliance between the two organizations seems to have been reached so logically.

It's just Liudaoku... This name has never been heard among the members of Pengo Li...

Sawada Tsunayoshi... Is this scene in front of you also in your prediction?

Rokudoko seemed to have seen Nakahara Chuya's thoughts, and said kindly: "Sawada Tsunayoshi doesn't have such a foresight ability, but he just knew that Bailan would come to Yokohama, so naturally he couldn't leave easily like this. Really. Yes, if I didn't want to take his body, why would I bother."

He sighed softly: "Fei Jia's plan really amazes me. If it breaks to this point, you should be caught off guard."

Fyodor smiled: "No, that's just right, it's exactly the same as my idea."

Liu Daoku paused, and the hand holding the trident tightened unconsciously.

"Don't be nervous, Mui-kun, but it's just a condiment for fun."

He smiled, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, he couldn't see his actual face clearly, and he looked more and more unfathomable.

Liu Daokuo looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

Even these... are you expecting, Fei Jia...

……

"Ranbu, is there any connection with that side?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi led Edogawa Ranpo all the way while fighting and walking, seemingly running without bounds, but at every corner of the action, he would encounter GSS'devotees'.

Edogawa Ranbu groaned lightly, scratched his cheeks, and seemed to be thinking seriously: "Well, Kunikida and the others seem to have almost settled their concerns, and are about to meet with Atsushi-kun and the others. President, we now Where are you going?"

After hearing this, Fukuzawa Yukichi stopped in his tracks, pondered for a moment, took out the cell phone hidden in his sleeve, and quickly called someone.

A beep sounded, and the person on the other end of the call quickly picked up the phone, and the deep and mellow voice like red wine soon flowed over with a chuckle.

"...Your Majesty Fukuzawa, thank you for your hard work. We have already dealt with it here."

"Doctor Sen, is there anything else unusual?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi had a cold expression, and the conversation went straight to the point.

The Armed Detective Agency has far fewer personnel than the Port Mafia, so it will inevitably slow down a lot in intelligence gathering. Under the circumstances of cooperation at this time, he directly asked without caring.

"Hmm..." Mori Ogai's voice paused, and there was a rustling sound when the phone was plugged in, like clothes and fabrics rubbing against each other, or the sound of a tiny electric current sizzling after an unstable signal .

"Doctor Mori?" Fukuzawa Yukichi asked again.

"... If there is a mutation... now there is."

Mori Ogai's voice came intermittently and unsteadily, as if the surrounding magnetic fields were also disturbed by something.

Fukuzawa Yukichi asked: "What change?"

"President," Edogawa on the side tugged at his sleeves and pointed to the street beside him, "That Mr. Mori said something strange, it should be this."

The other end of the phone had already been hung up, only the empty beep echoing, Fukuzawa Yukichi stood where he didn't know whether he was stunned or something, his silver eyes did not move away from the scene in front of him for a long time, and he even forgot to put it down. A call that has long since ceased.

"This……"

It's something I've never seen in Yokohama.

In front of his eyes, the points of light gathered like a torrent, like human beings, and also like a kind of energy body, rushing towards the same direction one after another, shocking like a swallow returning to its nest, but also Can't help but be daunting.

The appearance after gathering... Such a huge form... Is it still within the control of human beings?

……

Fyodor spoke slowly: "Chuya-kun's ability can not only spread the ability..."

The other him who was pulled by Bai Lan from another world has the same insurmountable strength as himself, but after losing his self-awareness, he is just like a machine that only knows how to operate.

Fyodor's eyes were full of indifference, and there was also only a ruthless judgment on this ability.

"—It's also possible, gather the absorbed power again."

Behind him, the snow-white wall was obviously blank, but it seemed to be dyed with some color at this time, and it gathered together at an extremely fast speed, attracting some kind of soul-like existence from all directions. .

"This kind of posture doesn't look like a human being." Zhong Yuanzhong also said coldly.

In front of his eyes, a translucent human figure gradually took shape, like an empty shell with only form and no consciousness, but it exudes a faint feeling, just looking at it makes one's scalp tingle.

Nakahara Chuya unconsciously caressed the half of the glove on his hand.

It's filthy...it seems like it's time to use it...

When there is no 'safety device', the central plains will rarely release the filthy power raging in the body.

He grasped his wrist, his cobalt blue eyes slightly drooped, and a lightning-like luster flashed dangerously in them, and the young man had vaguely made a decision in his heart.

"Very well, Chuya-kun, please follow your heart."

Fyodor spoke softly, and his words seemed to be like a siren in the sea, unconsciously seducing people to commit crimes.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at him coldly, his fingers already on the gloves.

The monster in front of him has been fully formed, and it is so huge that it almost surpasses the definition of a human form. At a glance, it looks like it is full of pollution, and even the spirit of the entire brain will be disturbed together.

"...Alara, when it's so lively, can you let me come and see it?"

While they were in a stalemate, a familiar clear voice suddenly came from the other side.

Zhongyuan Zhong also squinted and sneered: "Tsk, mackerel, it's too late."

Osamu Dazai spread his hands innocently: "Well, Chuya, aren't you too slow?"

He walked over slowly, judging as if it had nothing to do with him: "Wow, it's really tricky to make such a monster."

"Dazai, do you want to use that?" Zhongyuan Zhong didn't answer the question, but asked on his own, his eyes fixed on the monster in front of him.

Osamu Dazai laughed softly, and he became gentle: "Well, you have worked hard this time too."

"Tsk."

It's just this kind of voice, but Zhong Yuanzhong seems to be even more angry.

"You, allow the filth of gloom, don't restore my awakening—"

The vine-like imprint quickly climbed up the young man's white arm, and the eye sockets were covered with snow-white color, and the state of the whole person became extremely unstable and out of control in an instant.

The power is at the fingertips, and it looks more natural and smooth when it flows, but it is also more violent.

"Of course, Mr. Demon's plan this time is indeed perfect. The power of the 'book' is hard to be violated. But—"

Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara Chuya in front of him with a smile, his ears were filled with the hoarse roar of the other party, he said indifferently: "We are also invincible double blacks."

As soon as the words fell, a large piece of brick fell from the side, and it hit Dazai Osamu's feet impartially.

He raised his hand and admitted his mistake very honestly: "Okay, okay, Chuya, I know, it's really shameful to say such words from my own mouth."

Nakahara in front of him had already jumped up high, Dazai took a step back lightly, and said like a very qualified commentator:

"Sorry, Mr. Devil, please go back to Russia first."

Fyodor froze.

The golden afterglow all fell on the face of Chuya Zhongyuan. This posture was not far from what he had imagined.

"I look forward to it."

He chuckled low.

Suddenly there was a frivolous voice in the air, with a light feeling that was incompatible with the surroundings.

- "Everyone - I'm back!"

With a high falling speed, Yato fell unstoppably like a throw.

"Eh!?"

Looking at the round ball in front of him that seemed to be crumpled into a ball.

He froze suddenly.

——What is this giant flying towards him! ?

Yato panicked.

The author has something to say: Today!no goo!The hand speed really makes me cry TUT

It's Infernal's day (no)