I was touched by Yokohama

Chacha had a hunch that Osamu Dazai was going to mess around again.

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, his expression sank, "What do you want to say?"

"Maybe Miss didn't tell the King of Sheep," Osamu Dazai chuckled, "On the black market in Yokohama, Miss was offered a full reward of 20 billion, but it's normal not to mention—"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "After all, Miss has only joined 'Sheep' for less than a month. I don't believe that this organization is barely supported by the King of Sheep. It is a very correct choice."

Chuya Zhongya's cobalt-blue eyes narrowed: "How could the port mafia use such a clumsy trick of provoking?"

Dazai smiled and said nothing.

Easy to use on the line.People's hearts are the most untestable thing, not to mention that as he said, Chacha joined the "sheep" less than a month ago.

The reason why he chose to fan the flames at this time was not only because it was not a big deal to watch the excitement, but also because it was too coincidental and too strange for Chacha to appear in Yokohama, just before and after the resurrection of the former leader of Hong Kong and Black.

But he got to know Zhongye Zhongyuan again and became a "sheep".

Those who are exposed are always more likely to lose their footing.

"Miss, what do you think the king of sheep will do?" Osamu Dazai rested his chin on Chacha's shoulder in an intimate manner, and a laughing voice rang in her ears.

What will be done?If Mr. Nakaya really believed in Mr. Dazai, he would probably expel her, a new member who has only joined "Sheep" for less than a month and deceived Mr. Nakahara.

Of course, even if she was kicked out of the "sheep", it would not affect Chacha much.

Chacha glanced sideways at Osamu Dazai's indifferent eyes, and then looked away.

"No matter what happens, won't it exceed Dazai-san's expectations?"

Osamu Dazai's smile remained the same, but his eyes were slightly concentrated: "Is that so... It seems that the young lady's supernatural ability really can't read minds, what a pity."

He pretended to be regretful, and no one knew that when the little girl said [help], Osamu Dazai was already doubting this possibility.

Chacha: "..." emmmmm so you are still experimenting with this at this time?

It's a pity that Chacha doesn't like to listen to the noisy voices of a lot of creatures, so she closed this ability tightly, and now she can only hear strong enough prayers.

"Hey, the majestic sheep king seems to have been hit by this incident." Osamu Dazai stared at Chuya Nakahara with great interest.

The ochre-haired boy remained expressionless, distanced himself from Guangjin Liulang, and landed on the roof of the bungalow using a different ability, silently without speaking.

Chacha thought for a while, and felt that there was nothing to say, so she took the initiative to say: "Mr. Chuya, in fact, what he said..." is true.

"I believe you won't hurt the 'sheep'." Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly said, interrupting Chacha's words.

He pursed his lips and added uncomfortably, "You... don't worry."

Chacha tilted her head slightly.

Don't worry—was it to tell her not to worry that he would believe Dazai's words and expel her?

Mr. Chuya, you are really a nice person.

"Cut." Osamu Dazai curled his lips and looked at Nakahara Chuya with a rather dissatisfied expression, "He looks like an inconspicuous little man, so he is so good at pleasing Miss!"

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about, you nasty mafia! What a mess of joy..." Zhongyuan Zhong also blushed, not knowing whether he was angry or excited.

"Also, gangster, let me get your hands off her!"

Then for some reason, Nakahara, who wanted to kick Dazai away, fought again with Hirotsu Yanagi, who blocked him.

Chacha turned her head to look at Osamu Dazai, sighed, and said with a paralyzed face, "Mr. Dazai, you got the result, can you take your hand away from the back of my neck?"

"No way," Osamu Dazai blinked at Chongchacha, with a bright smile, and he didn't intend to let go at all, "I'm afraid that if I let go, the lady will immediately use the supernatural power."

"After all, I don't want to be tossed about again."

The bandage wrapped around his right eye was completely red with blood, and the arm hanging by his side seemed to be broken.

Just looking at his demeanor, it would never occur to him that he still has serious injuries.

Chacha's round cat eyes looked at him, and said helplessly, "Mr. Dazai, I really don't have supernatural powers."

"Hey, is that so?"

Osamu Dazai squinted his iris-colored pupils and said this, but not only did he not move his hands from the back of Chacha's neck, but he even held them tighter.

Once Chacha made a move, her cool fingers would gently rub the small piece of skin on the back of her neck a few times, seemingly intimate, but not at all ambiguous.

The little girl is more willing to believe that this is a silent warning.

"Although I really want to say that it is worthy of the port mafia, but it is still—but that's it!" Nakahara Chuya's eyebrows were wanton during the battle. His supernatural powers and physical skills are extremely powerful, and Hirotsu Liulang alone can't do anything about it. he.

"Mr. Hirotsu, you can't beat him." Osamu Dazai shook his head thoughtfully, "No, I'm afraid no one in Yokohama can defeat him by force."

"Mr. Dazai, what's next...?" Hirotsu Yanagi retreated to Dazai Osamu and asked with a serious expression.

And when Osamu Dazai glanced over the quiet Chacha, and was about to say something, suddenly, a deafening sound exploded from Radium Bowl Street.

"The old man came back to life from hell!"

Huge black and purple flames were burning fiercely. In this strange and frightening sea of ​​flames, almost everyone was impacted by the air waves.

Osamu Dazai and Chacha are no exception.

"The leader of the previous generation..." Dazai whispered, barely opening his eyes to stare at the figure in the center of the black and purple sea of ​​fire.

When the gravel and sandstorm passed by, the little girl opened her eyes and found that the two of them were hit by the air wave and fell to the ground and rolled in a circle. She and Osamu Dazai happened to be in the same posture.

"Mr. Dazai?" Chacha blinked her cat's eyes and tried to sit up.

"It's really a good time to die in love with the young lady." Dazai Osamu was staring at the figure of the suspected former Hong Kong gangster leader in the center of the sea of ​​flames, and finally looked away when he heard Chacha's voice. "It's a pity that the other party didn't intend to kill us."

While talking, Osamu Dazai, who was on top of Chacha, got up and chuckled softly.

"But it feels good to hold Miss."

Chacha also sat up and looked at him for a while. Against the backdrop of the burning black and purple flames, the golden cat's eyes were still as bright as the clearest sunlight in the afternoon.

Because Osamu Dazai was standing right in front of her, she was not injured.

"Miss, why are you looking at me like that?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows in a puzzled look.

There was a slight sigh in Chacha's calm cat's eyes.

"Mr. Dazai," she said, "doesn't your wound hurt?"

Whether it was a wound on his head or a broken arm, he never showed any physical pain.

Although his various trouble-making behaviors don't seem like a person who will silently grit his teeth and endure pain.

Osamu Dazai's eyes met her bright golden eyes, and after a while, the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up.

"Could it be that miss heard this time?"

"Mr. Dazai, if you say it, you can hear it."

"Hey, miss's answer is too cunning." Osamu Dazai dragged out his voice in dissatisfaction, "Miss Mingming already understands, doesn't she?"

"Mr. Dazai," Chacha stretched out her hand, brushed her fingertips past his ear, and landed on the half-collapsed wall behind him.

"It's meaningless to ask for help if you don't speak up."

World consciousness is not a savior, only those who come to it for help will be saved.

In this posture, outsiders looked over, as if Osamu Dazai was wall-thumped by a little girl.

The girl was obviously petite, and her appearance didn't seem to have any offensive power, but at this moment, Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment.

Or it can't be said that he was overwhelmed, under the sudden closeness, Osamu Dazai inevitably indulged in those golden eyes.

He saw the brilliant sparks all over the sky, the sun piercing through the clouds, and the sparkling sunlight seen through the water waves in the morning when entering the water.

That is synonymous with all bright meanings.

"Mr. Dazai..." the little girl said softly, her voice was as ethereal as a cloud that couldn't be grasped, and she straightened her body, lowered her head slightly, and her long, soft and curly hair fell on him like snow.

"Now, what do you want to say?"

Never before at this moment has Dazai felt so clearly that he is being forced to say something that he never felt necessary to say.

The person who persecuted him was a petite and quiet girl.

But... Osamu Dazai opened his mouth, something roared in his heart, everything was blurred in his mind so that it was no longer important, as if he closed his eyes early in the morning the day before yesterday and allowed himself to sink to the bottom of the water.

But can someone really save me?

[help me. ]

After pronouncing the first syllable, it becomes natural to say the rest easily.

"It hurts, it really hurts." The boy with black hair and kite eyes, covered in bandages, complained coquettishly, "I hate pain so much."

"Really, it's too annoying."

The author has something to say: Chacha is actually very aggressive~

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