Hong Kong black cadres hate mackerel

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell from above the warehouse, and the long black windbreaker was lifted by the falling wind. He pulled out the dagger stuck in the man's artery, shook off the remaining blood on it, and inserted it back into the leather buckle on his thigh.

He didn't even look at the man who fell on the ground, he walked over and kicked the thin figure leaning against the wall. "Bastard mackerel, is he dead or not?"

"No." Osamu Dazai raised his face with crooked smiles, and complained in a soft voice. "It's all because the little slug came too early and stopped me. You are so annoying!"

Ah.There is also the mood to argue with him, it seems that there is no problem.

Nakahara also noticed that Osamu Dazai was speaking softer than usual, he was weak and still wanted to chat with him, and he lifted the back of the mackerel leaning against the wall, as if he was mentioning the fragile back of his own cat Yes, the mackerel kicked his feet, a little bit unable to exert his energy, and the annoyed Osamu Dazai pouted.

"Let go of me, little slug! It's disgusting to be touched by you!"

"Ah." Chuya Nakahara walked out of the warehouse with the collar of Dazai's shirt slipped, his tone not necessarily very good. "Then why not take this opportunity to disgust you to death."

"Little slug is really vicious!"

Ah.Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered in his heart.Compared with you, a guy who cuts black and is still black, who is more vicious! ! !

Where do you have the face to talk about others?

Nakahara gave him a cold snort as an answer. He lifted Dazai Osamu by the back of his neck and walked out of the warehouse only to see how pale Dazai Osamu's face was. His suit had a dark stain on his abdomen. It must have been hit. bullet.

Isn't this guy the most afraid of pain? Thanks to Osamu Dazai, he still has the mood to quarrel with him.I really don't want to show my vulnerable side at any time.

Nakahara also looked away, placing the kitten Osamu Dazai on the back seat of his cool (sao) dazzling (fen) motorcycle.How could mackerel be so honest, he immediately started dancing.

"Does the little slug have a conscience and want to take me to see a doctor?" Osamu Dazai spoke in a soft voice, with a lot of sarcasm in his gentle and soft voice. "Wow, I'm really surprised, the little slug is still kind-hearted?"

Ah.

Nakahara Chuya sat down in front of the locomotive, turned his head and hit the head of the mackerel who was injured and refused to stay still, watching the mackerel yelling "pain pain pain" with his head in his arms and yelling, Accusing raised his watery iris eyes and stared at him aggrievedly.

"You violent slug!!!!!!"

Violence, you uncle, if you knew it, you should throw him to death.

Nakahara also recalled that he gritted his teeth and jumped down from the dormitory building, and even drove out the motorcycle to find Osamu Dazai, and his stomach was nauseated: his motorcycle was full of black mud and Dazai was dirty! !

His locomotive should be racing with Zhou Fangzun! !

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt upset when he thought of this, sneered extremely badly, and poked Dazai Osamu's bleeding abdomen unceremoniously, Dazai Osamu screamed "Ah", his painful body curled up slightly, The already watery, kite-colored pupils burst into tears from the pain, and the glistening watery light flowed, pitifully.

"Uuuuuuuuuuu, Chuya bullied me!!"

His voice is soft and nasal at the moment, pitifully like a bullied kitten.The baby screamed out the pain in a childish voice.Delicate and soft makes people feel soft.

It's a pity that he is facing Chuya Nakahara, who is ruthless and familiar with his dark attributes.

"If you know it hurts, be honest." Zhong Yuan Zhong also ruthlessly withdrew his hand, holding the handle of the motorcycle with both hands. "It's too polluting for the mackerel to die outside. It's better to die honestly in the hospital and make your last contribution to the country, reflecting your last bit of value."

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, looking rather dissatisfied.

The partner who only heard the harsh words in front paused, and his cold and hard voice dropped a few degrees.

"The mackerel is too slippery. If I don't want you to throw it out, I have to catch you. I allow you to hug my waist. ... I am grateful for you bastard, I let you hug me while holding back my nausea!!! !"

In the first few sentences, the little partner can still speak calmly, but the more he speaks, the louder the voice is almost like roaring, and the strength of the idiom of rage and thunder is interpreted, which shows how unwilling the other party is.

Osamu Dazai pouted. "I don't care about it~"

"........."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the hand wrapped around his waist expressionlessly, resisting the urge to turn his head and beat the wounded violently, and started the motorcycle cursingly.

*****

Nakahara Nakahara dragged Osamu Dazai, who refused to cooperate, all the way to the ward, stood by and watched as the doctor gave him anesthesia and took out the bullet, and got up without a moment's delay.

Osamu Dazai stared at Chuya with big round eyes: "You want to go?"

"I wasted a lot of time on you bastard." Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up his coat and cast a sideways glance. "I made an appointment with Zun to have dinner together, and it's almost time to go back now."

"??????"

Would rather throw away breakfast and not give him to eat, and now leave your ex-partner in the hospital and have dinner with your new love (?)? ? ? ? ?I'm still your current partner now! ! !

I will not call you Dazai Osamu if I let you go today :)

The author has something to say: Osamu Dazai: Change the title for me! ! ! ! !

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Native ghost: Oh my fellow countrymen, come and help us!

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"So why did this ghost become a Swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad?"

Juro Izumi held the watermelon juice and sat silently on a small stool under the sun

As a ghost, is there anything wrong with liking sunlight?

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