Today I also want to resign from Hong Kong black

The clear and scorching flame shot out from Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand with a bang, Dazai Osamu pulled the rope and Kunikida Doppo turned over, untied the windbreaker behind him and fell down, just avoiding the scorching soft flame.

The flames went straight towards Kikyo, as if trying to burn him completely, burning his curly blue-green long hair.

"Haha."

Before he could utter any meaningful words, the iconic mouth fetish first emerged from his mouth.

Kikyo flashed across her body in disgust, cut off that long hair, and it grew out in the blink of an eye.

"You bastard, set it on fire as soon as you come up, you don't respect my beautiful hair too much."

A bit of surprise flashed in Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes. It is true that he did not attack with all his strength because he was concerned about the two people behind him, but Xburner is already the strongest move developed by his subordinates in the future.

But for the person in front of him, the cut hair had already been reduced to ashes, and the newly grown hair soon grew to his waist again, as if nothing had happened, he just stood there calmly in the air.

"Boy Pengo Lie, you should not have forgotten, the cloud attribute is the attribute of proliferation." Kikyo chuckled, raised his hand as if to invite, and with a swish, the long curly hair behind him twisted like a snake. It started to move, and soon became longer and longer, covering the vast sea of ​​sand at the bottom like green plants in an instant.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, this is really a novel ability.

Is the flame fighting method popular in Italy... It is a completely different form of realization from supernatural powers.

Even in Academy City, it seems that such a fighting method has never been found.

and many more.

Osamu Dazai quickly noticed that Tsunayoshi Sawada in front of him, and Kikyo who suddenly appeared and started fighting after a disagreement, were both wearing a ring.

He got it.

"Gunji-kun, can I trouble you to lower the battlefield to the ground?"

Just thinking about how to make the next blow, Osamu Dazai, who was hanging behind him, suddenly shouted loudly, Tsunakichi Sawada was stunned, and when he looked back, he saw Osamu Dazai's unserious expression.

He hangs on the rope wearily, and said weakly as if floating: "Tsuna Ji-kun, although I really want to embrace death, this kind of death is beyond my expectation."

"So, put me and Kunikida down."

"Haha, are you going to kill yourself if you put it down?" Kikyo put one hand on his waist, ignoring his coquettish thick eye shadow, but he has the temperament of a gentle and scum elite, "I didn't expect you to want to greet death so proactively, then I I’ll let you all be fulfilled, and you don’t have to go down.”

"Oh? Help us?"

Osamu Dazai's frustration was suddenly swept away, his emotions always seemed to come and go quickly, it was difficult for people to see clearly what he was thinking.

"It's still broad daylight, and I started talking in my sleep. It's really an eye-opener."

He said it bluntly, it didn't have much lethality, and it couldn't shake Kikyo's heart.

only--

The strands of hair that shot towards the black-haired young man with kite eyes actually came back with a force after being held? !

How is it possible, there is obviously no fluctuation of flames on his body...? !

Master Bailan, Yokohama has this strange power, do you also know that...

……

Brandon Jesso tapped on the table expressionlessly.

Rina Komatsu returns to Rinna Komatsu, if this time's uproar can lead to the 'book', then it's time for him to win.

Fyodor Dostoevsky had just stood up, greeted him, and left.

The purple eyes became darker in an instant, Bailan didn't stop Fyodor, nor did she intend to send someone to follow, she just tapped on the table thoughtfully.

The scenes in the Infinite City are all sealed off. Although through Fei Jia's connection with that Guiwu Tsuji, he can temporarily connect his [Choice] with that place, but there is no way to see what will happen there. What, it really worried him a little.

Fyodor Dostoevsky... this man could never have been an excellent partner.

Then it is very likely that he has concealed a lot of information from himself about the things in the Infinite City.

However, it doesn't matter.

After all - this is not the first time he has won the Holy Grail.

Bai Lan smiled, and suddenly said: "Lei Ou-jun... No, Mr. Mu, it's time to talk."

When everything was coming to an end, there was no need for him to leave such a useless traitor in the organization.

Leo stared at a childish baby face, and panicked when his name was called: "What are you talking about, what are you talking about? Master Bailan, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Mr. Mu, don't you feel tired wearing someone else's face all the time?" Bai Lan was unmoved, and continued as if talking to herself, "The relationship between you and Mr. Gangji is not very good, right? Was it worth your risk for him just after being imprisoned in the Avengers Prison?"

"adventure?"

The white smoke diffused, and a deep and sexy voice flowed out of the smoke, together with the iconic laughter.

"Kufufu—"

A slender man with pineapple hair slowly emerged from the smoke. He held a trident that was almost the same size as his body. He was wearing decent leather trousers and a loose tie on his shirt. He was vaguely outlined. Beautiful body line.

"That guy, Tsunayoshi Sawada, is just my easy prey. Naturally, I won't allow others to pry it away easily. However, I'm here because I'm curious——"

He neatly hung the trident in his hand, and the sharp top pointed directly at Bailan Jesso's fair neck, shining a dangerous light under the incandescent lamp.

Bailan Jesso glanced indifferently at the trident that was close at hand, and the smile on his lips remained unabated, engraved on his face like a template.

"You are still only a junior high school student, but you have skipped grades and entered university in just a few months, and even founded such a large-scale organization. It is really... a miraculous existence."

Bailan Jesso smiled, raised his hand slightly to move the trident away, and was easily pushed away by him without any resistance.

"Why do you need to be in such a hurry, Mr. Mu, I am happy to explain the problems to those who are confused. You don't have to worry, you can come one by one~."

Bai Lan bent her legs and gracefully folded her hands in front of her body, like a master from somewhere, talking to Liudao Mukuo slowly.

Liu Daoku closed his eyes slightly, the red and blue pupils made his face a little unreal, and there seemed to be a dark color flowing in the red pupils.

In the next second, the soaring magma rushed straight up from the ground, and the air was so hot that it was deformed. The scorching air rushed towards the face, and beads of sweat began to drip unconsciously on the forehead, and the original pure purple pupils were dyed. Putting on a low wine red, it looks more sinister.

Bailan Jesso smiled deeper: "Mr. Mu, is this your problem?"

Liudaoku raised his hand, slightly covering the red pupil, through his slender knuckles, he could vaguely see the words in that eye that seemed to contain numbers

He also smiled, with a sense of relief: "No, my problem does not need to be resolved. Mr. Bai Lan, please let me play here."

He said words as if begging for mercy, but he didn't lose half of his strength in the movements of his hands. The magma gushing out from the ground crackled, did it rush out and splash on the tables and chairs beside him, burning it down? Dark brown table marks.

The scorched smell of burning came to the face, and it seemed that it was about to burn faintly.The room became more and more uneasy.

Bailan Jesso still sat firmly, and the posture of his hands and legs was still elegant, as if he had been honed to a rigid standard. There was no more aristocratic existence than him.

He said: "Mr. Mu, it really makes me sad."

It's still too young, this level is completely incomparable with the Liu Dao Mu he knows ten years later.

Bailan Jesso's expression gradually turned cold, and the smile in his purple eyes disappeared completely, leaving only an inhuman indifference.

He didn't even raise his hand, just sat in the original position, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the position where Liu Daomui was standing, as if casually, an invisible wave of translucent color suddenly swayed in the room, arrogant and unreasonable The ground went on a rampage.

Liu Daoku's face was calm, but his heart suddenly sank.

He knew that Bailan Jesso would not let him leave easily, and from the moment he opened his presence, he blocked the possibility of his escape.

It's just that he didn't expect that the time of the conversation was so short, and the other party would obliterate this piece of his soul.

Liu Dao Mu waved his trident very quickly, but the false existence made by this illusion could not withstand the huge energy released by Bailan Jesso, but it was broken in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Mukuro, see you in hell."

Bailan Jesso smiled, with a lingering voice like a close lover, but the energy released by his subordinates was merciless.

Liu Daoku laughed back angrily, there was no panic on his face, but he no longer resisted with his hands.

"Hehe—then, I wish you prosperity in martial arts and perish in the six realms."

The information he sent out should indeed be accepted.

The room that was dyed red by the flames instantly returned to its original snow-white appearance, and the color was extremely monotonous. Only the projection screen on the wall enriched the monotonous color of the room.

Bailan Jesso was still sitting in his seat without moving at all, but his face was much more gloomy, and his smile was much lighter.

After silently knocking on the table for a while, he stood up abruptly and walked out of the room quickly.

"Get ready, I'm going to participate in [Choice] too."

……

Fyodor Dostoevsky paused for a moment at the door of the room, only to hear Brandon Jesso point out the existence of another person with a smile, and he laughed softly.

It seemed to be somewhat inexplicable, and the members of Mirufiore who were guarding nearby were a little puzzled.

Fyodor left quickly, and the snow-white cloak swung in a nice arc in the air as he strode forward.

Going to meet his fruit.

"Wait, Lord Fyodor, no one is allowed to leave this fortress without Lord Brandan's permission."

The members of Mirufiore who were guarding the entrance and exit were not willing to accommodate at all, and they only carried out their tasks rigidly according to Bailan Jesso's instructions.

Fyodor sighed regretfully, raised his hand innocently and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "So, is it okay now?"

The person in front of him instantly turned into a puddle of blood in front of him, and there was only a moment of doubt in his eyes, and all of them turned into blood and dissipated.

Fyodor's morbidly white and delicate skin inevitably splashed a few red plum-like star spots, and he lowered his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a little disgust in his empty purple eyes.

The edge of the snow-white coat was also dyed red and white alternately, and the pungent fishy smell pierced upwards, making him frown somewhat uncomfortably.

"Get out of the way earlier... Wouldn't it be better..."

A sigh like a wandering soul swayed quietly in the huge space, and the white plush cape was raised in the wind, flapping like a flag, and it was so quiet that it seemed that he hadn't moved at all.

It's just that the clothes are dirty, and there is no cure.

After stepping out of Bailan Jesso's temporary fortress, most of Yokohama has disappeared, and the earth's surface is as flat as the horizon, and dilapidated buildings that seem to be faintly disappearing.

There seemed to be a gentle meaning flashing in front of his eyes, Fyodor was very satisfied with what he saw at this time, and the bad mood of being stained faded a lot.

"Ivan."

He turned on the phone and pressed the call button without hesitation, the call was connected quickly, and Fyodor Dostoyevsky spoke quickly.

"let's start."

"Yes, my master."

The frenzied excitement in Ivan's eyes was almost about to burst out, and he could hear Fyodor's voice coming from his ears, and he was so excited that he was about to faint.

"Oh, by the way, don't die, it will become very troublesome."

Fyodor ordered coldly without emotion, with a smooth tone as usual, as if he was just discussing where to go next.

But Ivan was so excited that he was almost speechless: "Yes, yes, master, Ivan will satisfy you."

Fyodor stopped talking and hung up the phone.

It's almost time, and he should go over there to see what happened.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wu Mi, did he do what a mastermind behind the scenes should do?Or in other words... Die tragically among the enemies.

He folded his hands, took out the white handkerchief he was carrying, and carefully wiped it clean with each finger. Seeing the handkerchief getting dirty little by little, the smile on his lips became wider and wider. .

However, he already knew what the ending would be.

Rina Komatsu...Thinking about it really made him a little excited.

The wish he is pursuing is by no means the twisted way of realizing the Black Holy Grail.

It's just that if her power is turbulent, it will definitely cause the appearance of the "book" that should protect the world.

What a moment to look forward to.

Fyodor couldn't help but applaud in advance for the moment that has yet to come.

……

Rina Komatsu's sense of direction seemed to have disappeared, and it was difficult to tell where she was.

But she clearly knew that this was Yokohama.

Looking up, the night sky was as dark as splashed ink, with no clouds and moon, not even a little bit of starlight left.

Rather than saying that the sky was overcast, it would be better to say that it seemed to be covered by a huge cloth.

Yokohama seems to be disappearing soon.

She stopped suddenly.

"Good evening, beautiful lady."

Right in front of Rina Komatsu, suddenly appeared a slender man with loose white hair and bandages on his forehead.

He was wearing a suit and vest, and at a glance, he looked like a professional personal deacon, but the paranoid taste made him look a little weird again.

Like a lunatic.

Rina Komatsu commented expressionlessly that there were too many thoughts and messages in her mind, and it seemed as if they were about to burst in the blink of an eye, making it difficult for her to distinguish them one by one.

At least, there is no time for her to distinguish.

As a result, it is difficult for the black-haired girl herself to determine whether she is maintaining the will of Rinna Komatsu, or the will after being soaked in the sludge of the black cup.

The memory vaguely surged up from the depths, and she could still remember the white coats of the research institute, as if they had discovered some new world, making wishes to her without any scruples.

At first, it was a trivial candy food, but slowly, the greedy emotions became more apparent, and it was no longer difficult to hide.

What went wrong...

Rina Komatsu couldn't remember when Honkai appeared.

It was just that for a moment, she knew that she could leave the institute completely.

As soon as her legs stepped out of the research institute, her back exploded like a movie plot. The fire light was reflected in her eyes, and she looked as cold and bleak as ink.

Free.

Then the next step should be to live.

"...Now is not the time for you to leave, so please, miss, wait here for a while."

The slender man in front of him was still chattering on his own, and Rinna Komatsu was also very self-immersed in her messy thoughts.

The black eyes were like a pool of stagnant water in the darkness, and no waves could be seen, but Ivan didn't notice it, after all, it had nothing to do with his purpose.

Komatsu Rina thought casually.

Where have you seen this person in front of you?

...Ah, by the way, I met Tatara-san at Weizhong Academy back then in order to investigate the matter of Mr. Tatara.

She glanced at Ivan indifferently, paused, and suddenly smiled, with a slightly bewitching taste, Rinna Komatsu asked, "Are you here to make a wish too?"

Ivan froze for a moment, but he didn't expect Rina Komatsu to say such words.

"Making a wish?" He covered his face and laughed loudly, his movements moved greatly, his soft white hair streaked across the air, like scattered snowflakes, "My wish...is naturally made by My master has come true."

"Ah, Mr. Fyodor Dostoevsky, what a noble figure he is."

Rina Komatsu lowered her eyes slightly, not interested in his flattery about Fyodor.

The girl raised her legs and was about to leave, her mood changed very quickly, and the momentary smile quickly turned into nothingness and indifference.

"Wait." Ivan quickly reacted, reaching out his hand to stop Rina Komatsu, "You can't leave yet."

Rina Komatsu sighed, quite helplessly.

It's really troublesome, this kind of paranoid devotion to only one person really makes her feel overwhelmed.

So--

"But, I'm also in a hurry."

Where the girl stood, a silt-like black liquid suddenly increased in value very quickly, making gurgling sounds from time to time like magma surging, but there was no substantial temperature change.

Ivan lowered his eyes in apprehension, and quickly used his ability to wrap Rina Komatsu.

"Extraordinary power——[Cliff Cliff]." The uneven boulder rose straight from the ground, as flat as a knife, but there were many small cracks like shattering, and it didn't take long for Rinna Komatsu to get involved. The emerging black mud surrounded it, leaving no room for ventilation at the top.

The girl sighed, so decisive, if it wasn't for her, would she just sit here and wait to die of suffocation?

Such a single-minded human being is really nice... It's rare to see it.

For a moment, the mixed thoughts in his mind seemed to be suspended for a moment because of the rather speechless situation in front of him.

The empty thoughts made the girl feel good, and the dark pupils also changed back to the original clear green-brown pupils for a moment.

It's just that it didn't take long, and the color was finally no match for the ink color that was dyed.

The black-haired girl raised her jade-like knuckles and tapped her face lightly, seeming a little distressed.

Ivan clasped his hands outside, as if he was praying, but his eyes were frantic, and Fyodor's name was also chanted in his mouth.

"My master, everything has been prepared for you."

The next second—

Like a shower of gravel, it cracked and fell before his eyes.

Bang-! !

No...how is this possible...his supernatural ability [cliff], the boulders created are indestructible, how could it be destroyed so easily! ?

Black filthy liquid leaked sticky from the crack, and it didn't take long for the entire stone to be dyed the same black color.

"Really...do you know how to be a human being?"

The girl's coquettish complaints came out, the tone was a little soft, it sounded like she was acting like a baby, but it made Ivan's back a little hairy.

"How can you lock people up in an airtight manner? It's too much to do so."

to escape—

Without hesitation, Ivan took a step back and jumped back. His raised hair slowed down a step, and was quickly eroded by the splashed sludge, and the incision was neatly broken.

"Hmm... as expected, it's what Master Fyodor wants to obtain."

The white knuckles protruded from the pores, and with only a little force, the corroded and fragile wall shattered like paper, and faded away with the wind like weathered old sand and stone.

"Things? Are you referring to me as an object?"

The yellow sand-like gravel was not so obvious in the darkness, covering Rina Komatsu's face like a hazy mist. She tilted her head slightly, and seemed to be pointing at herself in a daze.

Ivan didn't know if it was his own illusion, or if the light suddenly appeared.

The girl's knuckles seemed to emit a glistening white light, and the whole body seemed to be shrouded in a gentle and shallow white halo, attracting him to walk forward.

...Like, I saw Master Fyodor.

"Well, but to be precise, I can still be called a human being in my current state." The black-haired girl seemed to be angry, her cheeks puffed up: "You really disrespect me by saying that .”

Ivan could no longer hear what Rina Komatsu was saying, and the phantom reflected in his eyes was no longer the delicate and beautiful face of the girl, but the indifferent look of Fyodor.

...is his master, Lord Fyodor whom he admires.

Ah, Master Fyodor, still so holy.

Ivan couldn't help but was about to move forward, stepped on the wreckage of the gravel, stumbled and almost fell face-to-face, the center of gravity shifted slightly forward, and he quickly adjusted it.

As soon as he saw Lord Fyodor's appearance, he was already so excited that he couldn't maintain a standing posture. He wished he could kneel beside his legs and worship him devoutly.

Master Fyodor in front of him smiled slightly, and seemed to be whispering to him——

"Come closer to me, Ivan."

"Snapped--"

——! !

A loud beating sound landed on Ivan's white side face, and a palm-sized mark was imprinted on his side face. The painful feeling went straight to the inside of the skull, and it vibrated like a buzzing. The circle overflows around the brain.

Ivan stopped advancing, covered his still aching side face, and said in a dazed voice, "Master Fyodor?"

"Ivan, you're doing great."

Stepping on the pile of gravel, the sound of footsteps accompanied by the crackling sound of Kachachacha, Fyodor Dostoyevsky still walked gracefully and steadily, as if he was in some kind of high-class environment.

His hat and cloak were somewhat dirty, and even in the dark, the dark red color could be seen faintly, as if he was wrapped in a cold wind, he walked over with a bad breath.

Ivan was still in a daze, and Rinna Komatsu vaguely looked like Fyodor behind him, but the pain told him that Fyodor in front of him was the real Fyodor Dostoevsky.

It's just that the consciousness and the body are somewhat separated, and the pain is constantly stimulating the cerebral cortex. He is constantly sinking and floating in the chaos, like a drowning person who is about to suffocate to death in the water.

What hit him on the face was a toy-like clapper. I don't know why it appeared here, but it hit his nerves just right.

"My master... Ivan is very grateful for your kindness."

He knelt down, not daring to look into Fyodor's eyes.

Fyodor Dostoevsky didn't look at him, and just stepped over his prostrate body, and there was no sign of Ivan in his purple pupils.

Rina Komatsu blinked, noticing the way he was looking at her. She put her hands behind her back as if she was being honest and obedient, and lowered her eyes as if she had done something wrong, not daring to look at Fyodor in front of her.

Fyodor Dostoevsky smiled.

"Hello." He tilted his head, looked at the still gray sky, and said, "This is the first time we have met."

It turned out that she wasn't here to settle accounts... Komatsu Rinna's slightly suspended heart quickly sank.

"Yeah, so do you have any wishes to fulfill?"

"me?"

Fyodor smiled, he seldom smiled so sincerely, as if the stars were falling for him, it seemed that all the burdens and pressures were put down for a moment.

"I don't have a wish."

Rina Komatsu sighed: "Are you also a person without wishes?"

Fyodor nodded, and said flatly: "But——I know you have a wish."

He spoke like a tongue twister, turned around and turned back to Komatsu Rina himself.

Rina Komatsu: ...

She does have a wish, but she just wants to leave this place as soon as possible.

But Fyodor's words like a magic stick made the girl feel inexplicably robbed of her lines.

Wait - isn't that what I'm supposed to say? !

Give her back her lines! !

……

Osamu Dazai coughed a few times, as if nothing had happened, he held the vine-like hair that shot straight towards him in front of his eyes.

"Extraordinary ability - [Disqualification in the World]."

The bright white light penetrated quickly from his fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, Kikyo's movements suddenly stopped there.

He suddenly felt...the heart that had been beating powerfully...suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the power running through his whole body suddenly disappeared, and he was unable to support his ability to suspend in the air. The hair stretched out was not an illusion, but it also fell down together.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be in some distress.

Kunikida Doppo shouted at him, "Dazai—!"

Letting go at this time seems to give the opponent a chance to counterattack.

It's really troublesome to have a contact ability like Disqualification in the World.

The black-haired young man sighed quite maturely, with a sick look lingering in his kite eyes, but he tightly held the section of Kikyo's hair in his hands.

Before Tsunayoshi Sawada had time to react why Kikyo suddenly fell down, he felt the rope hanging from his waist, suddenly taking him down with him very quickly.

Kokichi Sawada:? ? ?

——What kind of situation is this! ?

Osamu Dazai had an innocent face, his blue-green hair flashed slightly at his fingertips, and he was led to fall down with Kikyo at an extremely fast falling speed.

Kunikida Doppo forcibly resisted the constant air pressure pouring into his mouth, and explained to Sawada Tsunayoshi with a feeling of suspense: "You didn't know much about it when you first came here, but Dazai's ability can nullify other people's abilities, it's just— —”

"It must be in contact——!"

Kunikida Doppo's voice vibrated in the air, as if it was going to go straight up with the air pressure.

Kokichi Sawada:……

He reacted quickly, and cautiously increased the flame output, trying to maintain his balance in the air.

Kikyo also reacted quickly.

Although Huo Huo's ability was suddenly restrained, and he couldn't hear what was shouting over there, the wild air pressure really wanted to pierce his eardrums at the same time.

but--

"[Sura opens the box]."

He still has the last trick.

It's just that I didn't expect that I would be stopped by these three ordinary people.

Two of them are still ordinary people who don't know how to use flames... No, they are not ordinary people either, but they have a completely different system of power from them.

"Mr. Dazai! Let go!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi's voice came directly into Dazai Osamu's ears like a stone breaking the heavens. Coincidentally, at that moment, Dazai Osamu just let go of the section of hair in his hand, and hit him in the air with the extension of his body. With a spin, he quickly opened up the horizontal distance with Kikyo.

Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly caught his movements, and cooperated quickly with a rare tacit understanding. Suddenly, he lifted the flames straight up, and the soaring flames burst out suddenly, almost burning the ropes at both ends. .

Sawada Tsunakichi apologized again and again: "Sorry, I just..."

Dazai Osamu did not relax at all: "Tsunayoshi-kun, fly in the direction of the sandstorm."

Kikyo behind him seemed to be doing something. Since he poured flames into the strange box-like object in his chest, a lavender flame suddenly exploded from his body, and soon enveloped his whole body.

Immediately afterwards, like an inhuman, his hair turned into a long snake like a dinosaur, quickly occupying a space in front of him, falling tightly behind them and trying to catch up.

Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses, in the wind blowing and heavy air pressure, taking out a pen to write something is really like a fairy tale, even maintaining the glasses hanging on the bridge of the nose is not enough. Being blown away also cost him a lot of hard work.

It's just... In this situation, there seems to be something he can do.

Kunikida Doppo held the rope with one hand, put one hand into his pocket, and began to fumble with difficulty.

The thing he wanted... If I remember correctly, it should have been torn apart and put somewhere.

"Haha, I didn't expect you guys to be able to force my [Sura Opening Box] out." Kikyo stabilized his falling body, and quickly chased after him. His voice was extremely loud from a distance, and it came straight over, "It's just , your progress can only go so far, don't try to struggle anymore. My cloud attribute can add value infinitely, and I will soon be able to wrap everything in front of me."

Osamu Dazai smiled softly: "Where is it, we really didn't expect that you can continue to change."

His tone was novel, as if he was visiting a zoo, and his kite eyes were also slightly shining with star-like brilliance. He didn't look like he was preparing for a battle, but was planning to start a chat.

"Haha...you are not an ordinary person." Kikyo said with a sense of sincerity, "It's just that you are doomed to your final fate by opposing Master Bailan."

Osamu Dazai sighed softly: "It's really a childish way of saying it, hey, Kunikida, what do you think?"

Kunikida had blue veins on his forehead: "Don't quarrel with a child and ask me, the conversation between the two of you is meaningless!!"

"—Different ability, [Done Step Yin Ke]!"

Immediately after a loud roar, a slight green light erupted from Kunikida Doppo's fingertips, as if by magic, three or four small things appeared on his hand in the blink of an eye.

Kikyo narrowed his eyes, but didn't see clearly what the small object he was holding was.

"Hold your breath and close your eyes."

Kunikida Doppo let out a low drink, quickly pulled out something in his hand, and threw it towards the sandstorm that was close at hand.

Immediately afterwards, Sawada Tsunayoshi was also on the pull of Dazai Osamu, abruptly turned a corner at the moment when he was about to plunge into the sandstorm, and flew towards Kikyo behind him as if throwing himself into a net.

"Haha. What kind of treacherous move is this going to do?" Kikyo didn't stop moving forward, his body flew extremely fast, and before he had time to brake, he plunged into the sandstorm, and the white gas all over the sky instantly enveloped him. In an instant, tears welled up in his eyes.

Is it tear gas? ?

In such a short time, they actually carry this kind of thing with them—?

No, the man with the yellow ponytail used—

Numerous thoughts in Kikyo's mind quickly passed by, and his eyes were so irritated that it was difficult to open them. Even if they tried to open them, they were blurred by tears in an instant.

Even if he used Asura to open the box, his body is indeed still a human body——

The tear gas in the sandstorm lingered for a long time, only circling around him like a spiral. Kikyo quickly calmed down and wanted to erase the unprovoked sandstorm by adding value to her hair.

This is not difficult for him, but the difficulty is that his vision is obstructed, and he becomes clueless in action like a headless chicken.

"what--?!"

"Sorry, although it's a fire in the desert, please put it out~"

Dazai Osamu's brisk voice came from not far away, as if it was transmitted through a loudspeaker.

Kunikida stood alone beside him, a little speechless.

Kunikida Doppo: ...

Don't use other people's abilities like treasure bags!

He pushed his glasses, and didn't intend to really reprimand Osamu Dazai, but complained a few words out of habit.

The Kikyo in front of me was completely surrounded by the fire in the sandstorm. This flame is still the flame of Sawada Tsunayoshi, and the temperature and intensity of the flame core are quite different from the flame of softness.

The situation was critical, so Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't restrain himself at all, and released it with all his strength. The flames blasted a big hole in the densely woven net of blue-green hair, and quickly followed the remaining hair. After climbing up, it didn't take long to burn all the visible hair into ashes