Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Although it didn't count as a serious fight, but in fact, just looking at it, Shiori still looked a little embarrassed.

His body was covered with large and small bruises and sword wounds. He tore the hem of a coat by himself, and his waist was chopped off by others.

The blood-stained position on the pajamas was still a little embarrassing, and she would feel that her relatives had come to see her in advance.

It's no wonder that Shizhi scolded herself in a strange way at the end.

She sighed humbly, counting seriously, she was really beaten by herself just now, what else can she do?

Calling out Liuhua, she healed the wound on her body, because she didn't know what else she would encounter in a while, so she conserved her energy and tied the coat around her waist to block the cut cloth gap.

Turning his head, he saw that the form of the red dragon in the dense fog was becoming more and more perfect, and his power was more concentrated.

The Kaisai was almost in front of her eyes, Shiori checked her belongings, tied the newly acquired Zanpakutō around her waist, and headed quickly.

The ocher-haired person with supernatural powers descended from the sky, and the ruins of the surrounding stones seemed to be pulled. At this moment, the gravity seemed to disappear completely, and even Shiori was caught off guard and almost floated into the air.

The young man seemed to have lost consciousness and used his own abilities uncontrollably. No, it looked like the whole person was being dispatched by his own abilities.

The supernatural ability that can also cause a certain deterrent to her makes Shiori involuntarily look at the young man who has never met in front of him.

"Who is he? It looks a little familiar..."

Shiori blinked her eyes and thought about it for a long time. She probably has never met a real person, but she has definitely seen his photo on some information.

The waist is so thin. . .

Put aside the face that has become a bit like a meme because of the loss of consciousness, but look at it carefully.

Is a handsome guy.

A handsome guy on par with Osamu Dazai.

The vest and black leather pants, although the taste is not the same style as Fukuzawa Yukichi, but it also accidentally pokes Shiori's aesthetic point.

The eyes are also fierce.

At once……

feel.

It looks a little nice, what should I do?

If the occasion of the first meeting was not under such circumstances, I feel that Shiori might go up and ask for contact information.

Looking up at the sky, mentally derailed for three seconds.

cough cough cough.

The red and black shock waves collided with each other, and the white-haired man who was laughing wildly under the red dragon was also knocked aside by the strong impact of both sides, and fell to the dusty ground after collapsing several stones.

The man who had been standing under the red dragon laughing maniacally did it to himself, but he didn't realize it.

He stared resentfully at the superhuman who suddenly appeared and interrupted his plan, and soon, the arc of the corner of his mouth became more treacherous again.

"Hey, hahahahahahaha."

He paid close attention to the red-haired young man who was fighting the red dragon, not paying attention to the condition of his own body.

"This body, such power, if I master this body... Absolutely, absolutely."

His expression became more and more distorted with his words, but gradually became firmer, and he kept emphasizing.

"That bitch, kill her, definitely kill her. Let her also experience the fire of hell and the pain of being burned by magma."

The shrill cry finally returned to its theme at the end.

"I am the king chosen by the slate, the true colorless king. That bitch, thief, unforgivable thief..."

The white-haired man's voice became more sinister and his expression became more ferocious.On that rather handsome face, there was a tyranny like a wild beast and fox.

"Really? Can you use some other words to swear, obviously you should have a lot of experience, so I feel embarrassed for you when you swear so dryly."

What's more, she herself felt wronged and wronged.

Saying that she is a thief, she still thinks the sword of Damocles is too troublesome.

The meaning of the representative is troublesome, and the ability to possess is equally troublesome.

Disgusted face.jpg

God knows she doesn't want the throne at all.

Giving her a bunch of general knowledge is indeed somewhat useful, but she is too lazy to use this knowledge to create more value.

And if it wasn't for the fact that the slate gave her a sword inexplicably, she wouldn't have been disgusted by her own Zanpakuto just after going through the Shura field.

Being forced to admit being a scumbag and Aquaman was not pleasant at all.

I have been deceiving myself and others, but I am happy.

#As long as I have no self-awareness, I am Bingqingyujie#

Nonsence.

"And what are you thinking?"

A light female voice came from behind, it was Shiori who he was yelling at, and he turned around.

Shiori, who was holding a long black knife, squatted on the gravel, looking down at him, without the slightest expression of anger after being insulted.

On the contrary, the woman seemed to be holding her cheek with her right hand with great interest, tilting her head, as if she was looking at a clown.

She straightened up, jumped off the rock, tapped the ground with her toes, and gently patted the dust off her body.

After the whole set of movements, it was quite romantic and suave.

The high ponytail swayed behind the head, showing a bit of feminine playfulness and cuteness amidst the handsomeness.

"That gentleman, if you continue to use supernatural powers to that extent, at least the human body will definitely not be able to support it."

Her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, her tone was soft, and she glanced at the raging battle beside her, then turned her head and still looked like a gentle and kind young lady, but what she said was merciless.

"Also, as far as your hot chicken willpower is concerned, the degree to which you can be affected by encroaching on other people's souls many times will make you crazy even more, right?"

"Fox, the scenery of Santu River is beautiful, don't you want to go back and have a look?"

Shiori held the scabbard in her hand, put her fingers against the blade, and fixed her eyes on the man in front of her, ready to draw the sword at any time.

"You! How could you be here?"

His expression management completely collapsed, and he raised his finger, trembling.

"From what you mean, it seems very certain that I won't be here anymore."

Shiori became interested and her eyes lit up.

"Then tell me, where should I be?"

The elongated ending sounds even a little cute, with a hint of naive coquettishness, eyes wide open, looking at him with calm doubts.

The momentum exuding from his body became more and more restrained, and finally almost merged with the mist, but the fox's expression became even more frightened.

???

Seriously, is it all wild animal instincts?

Obviously she hid her murderous aura very well.

Shiori has been holding back the movements of her hands, and she hasn't even drawn her sword yet.

"Probably, with me."

The deep and magnetic male voice is the first to catch people in the void.

The tone is unhurried, just like Shiori, with the usual stability.

# # #

Because the ochre-haired youth's supernatural power fluctuated too violently, the space of the suspected large enchantment caused by the white mist also became loose.

The space slowly began to crack, out of thin air, like shattered glass, revealing a small hole that was obviously smashed out by violent demolition.

The sound of clogs colliding on the ground was not light or heavy.

"Da da--"

Obviously stepping on the clouds and mists, but inexplicably stepping on drums.

"Da da--"

The First Assistant Officer of Hell, who had already put on a familiar black kimono, returned to his appearance as a ghost and a god, and he was carrying a mace freely.

The door in front of him was obviously smashed directly by him with a mace.

#真.Making a Miracle#

Behind him is Edogawa Ranpo, who is leisurely holding snacks, also unhurriedly, half of his body sticking out from the opening.

"Ah, Shiori, you are indeed here."

Compared with Shiori who hurriedly got up from the bed and put on a coat casually, Luanbu seemed to be fully prepared to go out for an outing.

The snack bag in his hand was empty, so he stuffed it into the big satchel, and then took out a bottle of wave soda from the satchel, which Shiori had stuffed for him in the meeting room.

"Random steps? Lord Ghost Lantern."

Shiori was a little surprised looking at the two people whose painting styles didn't match, and found that the atmosphere of the two of them seemed unexpectedly harmonious.

"Ranbu, where's your safe?"

Where did this satchel come from?

Didn't you throw all the snacks into the safe back then?

"I found the safe was too heavy and changed it before going to bed."

His tone was taken for granted, as if Shiori had asked a not-so-bright, obvious question.

In the process of a few people's cheerful recognition of their relatives, the young man who was supposed to be fighting at home finally picked up a building with dozens of floors and stuffed it into the mouth of the red dragon.

The crazily surging air waves on the ground can almost blow people over.

Stretching out his hand in a random step, he calmly stuffed the glass bottle of Bozi soda into his satchel, and grabbed the ghost lamp standing beside him as steady as Mount Tai.

He moved his feet a few steps in front of the opponent, blocking the shock wave with the help of the ghost lamp.

Watching the red-haired young man shout the name of "Dazai", he punched Dazai Osamu who appeared in the center of the storm at some time.

"well played."

Shiori sighed in admiration.

Then he saw the face of the young man who regained consciousness.

He has a pair of beautiful eyes as deep as sapphire/sea/sky, and the braids that have been fluttering on his shoulders due to gravity.

The young man in the battle-damaged state showed a completely different calm appearance from just now.

The contrast is too cute.

Woo.

Ranpo stared at Shiori for a few more seconds, looked at the chaotic scene around him, and whispered.

"Cheating is bad."

"Even if the hat rack dwarf in Hong Kong is indeed in line with your aesthetics, but he is a terribly trashy boss who squeezes employees and is a lolicon boss. He is not as good as the president."

Ok.

So is the point of your complaint just about him or his boss?

But according to Ranpo's tone just now, Shiori also remembered the other party's name.

Central Plains Chuya, gravity operation, the force value ceiling of Hong Kong and black.

It turns out that there are really good people in Ganghei.

No, no, now is not the time to think about this.

……

"Oh."

Shiori looked away guiltily.

"I know."

Sudden.

The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and she felt that she was doing well again.

"Although he looks very in line with my aesthetics, he is too short."

As he spoke, his tone became firmer.

"He looks much shorter than me. I'm almost 1.7 meters tall. He looks like he's only 1.6 meters at most."

"Unless he grows more than 20 centimeters taller, I won't look at him. I like taller than me."

make a fist.

"Cough cough."

Hearing Shiori's familiar voice, she turned her head a little stiffly.

shit.

What day is today?

Mercury retrograde?

I'm not, I don't, Yuji-jun, listen to my explanation...

qaq

The author has something to say: Murphy's Law is on the line.

As we all know, rollovers and Mercury retrogrades always follow one another.

Shiori has always liked those with fierce eyes, and those with cute contrasts. In terms of looks, everyone likes good-looking ones (loud)

Love at first sight depends on feeling, although appearance is not an inevitable choice but...