I was touched by Yokohama

"If you touch your life, you won't want it anymore." Someone behind him spoke harshly.

"Hey, be careful, this is a good product."

Chacha lowered her eyes, her delicate face rarely showed a touch of helplessness, and the golden cat's eyes reflected on the blade showed a flat emotion.

Life is not easy, Chacha sighed.

I thought no one would dare to do it.

"Boss, why isn't she afraid?" Someone finally noticed Chacha's strange reaction, and then found the blue wristband on her hand.

"She, she is a 'sheep' person!"

The prestige of Zhongya, the King of Sheep, is unknown to many people in Raibo Street.

"What are you afraid of!" The person known as the boss glanced at Chacha's face, and slapped the screaming person on the head, "Who would know that we took her away?"

He was reluctant to give up the large sum of money he could get.

"Are you also ruining other people's fate in this way?" Chacha seemed to ask curiously.

"Destroy other people's fate and use it to fulfill your own selfish desires," the little girl paused, "Don't you think it's too much?"

Chacha regards the light and darkness in this world as equals, but she still feels a little puzzled by this darkness that is only causing destruction.

"Hahahaha, boss, she actually said we were going too far."

"You are so naive," the boss also grinned, complacent, "If we meet you, it can only be considered bad luck for you."

Chacha then understood that these people would not feel the slightest bit of guilt about completely crushing other people's lives.

Their souls and morals have been warped.Their bodies are completely dirty and rotten black.

It doesn't deserve to exist in this world.

After making a judgment, the little girl's golden eyes turned cold.

One of them was holding a cloth soaked in medicine and wanted to cover Chacha's mouth and nose. When he met Chacha's eyes, he was in a daze for a second for some reason.

Well... so painful!

Wanting to... destroy myself.

His hand holding the cloth twitched nervously, his brain seemed to be split into two halves, one half was howling, and the other half was ordering him to obey the instinct of his body.

The cloth stained with medicine fell to the ground, and finally he could no longer control his hand, and slowly stretched it towards his neck...

"Hey, you kid can't do this well?" The boss frowned, just about to teach him a lesson.

Then he was kicked hard against the wall by an impact force, and he slid limply to the ground without any resistance.

The tooth-piercing crisp crackling sound was especially clear at night, and the human being who had a sinister face just now let out a painful howl.

It appears that the whole body is broken.

"It's you again." The red-haired boy withdrew his foot and walked in front of them, his expression somber.

Obviously the Central Plains also know them.

"It's a human trafficker who has been running around Raibo Street recently." Seeing Chacha staring at him curiously with open cat eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help explaining.

"They were as slippery as mice before, but they were finally caught today."

It was probably because Chacha's looks were so outstanding that they lost their basic vigilance after being dazzled by their interests.

... Or, in the face of this world with so many choices, this group of people has always been blinded only by immediate interests.

"Send it to the police station." Chacha softly suggested.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at her in astonishment, he had never thought of this possibility.

Generally speaking, they are taught a lesson, or simply killed.

In the slums, human life is never a valuable thing.

But I don't know what Zhongyuan Zhong also thought of, and he actually acquiesced in Chacha's proposal, and packed these people, including the boss of the trafficker who had broken bones all over his body and vomited blood, together and sent them to the police station.

Anyway, I have to set a positive example for Chacha, it would be bad if I beat them all to death in front of her.Zhongyuan Zhong also thought to himself.

Anyway, I have gravity, so it's easy to pack and send.

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't realize that the person who was about to choke his neck finally put down his hand, but his eyes were full of panic.

All he has left is an intense fear of the world, and he can only live in it moment by moment.

Unless death sets him free.

And no one noticed that the other people almost simultaneously had the same fear in their eyes...

……

Leaving aside how the police station suddenly received such a group of human traffickers in the middle of the night, Zhongyuan Zhong also beat someone up, refreshed, and walked back with Chacha.

"Why did you run out at night?"

Zhong Yuanzhong obviously did not forget this matter.

"I couldn't sleep, so I got up." Chacha blinked her cat's eyes, "Why did Mr. Nakaya appear there?"

"I'll go for a walk at will." Nakahara Zhong also coughed and knocked her on the head, "Are you an idiot? You can stay outside Radium Bowl Street alone at night!"

"But Mr. Nakaya obviously came out too." Chacha said softly with her round cat eyes open.

"Huh? You still compare this kind of thing?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also choked, dumbfounding.

Seeing that she was about to be knocked on the head again, Chacha put her hands on her head with a slumped face, trying to change the subject: "Mr. Chuya, look at that dress, it's the same as yours."

Zhongyuan Zhong also retracted his hands and put them in his pockets. He still looked fierce, but there was a hint of a smile in his cobalt blue eyes.

"Okay, don't block it," he raised his chin, "go, let's go and have a look."

Chacha: "Huh?"

Zhong Yuan's tone was casual: "Aren't you talking about the clothes over there?"

The little girl put down her hands obediently, and followed the red-haired boy to the window of the clothing store that was still open.

In the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass facing the street, a blue and white hooded sweater is displayed. At first glance, it is indeed similar to the clothes Nakahara is wearing.

Through the glass, Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the sweater in the window, his eyebrows slightly raised, thoughtful.

Chacha thought for a while: "Mr. Chuya likes this type of clothes very much?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a moment, and looked down at the little girl: "Not really, but this one looks pretty good."

Chacha tilted her head.

Then Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to think about what happened, and said to Chacha: "Wait for me at the door" and strode into the shop.

Chacha saw that he said something to the shopping guide inside, and the dress was quickly packed and Zhong Yuan Zhong also picked it up in his hand.

"Mr. Chuya's new clothes?" Chacha asked.

"No, it's your new clothes." Chuya Nakahara, who walked out of the shop, said, "It's ready."

Chacha raised her head subconsciously, and the next moment, the paper bag containing the sweater fell into her arms.

The little girl holding the bag was a little dazed: "Mr. Chuya?"

"You have a good vision," Nakahara Chuya raised the corners of his mouth a little high, his cobalt blue eyes shone brightly, and seemed to be in a good mood, "I also wear this kind of clothes, so it should suit you."

Chacha: "...Thank you, Mr. Chuya."

Isn't this causal relationship a bit strange?

However, generally speaking, it was probably meant to praise her?

On the way back, Chacha looked down at the new clothes in the bag, and then looked up at the back of the boy with brown hair and blue eyes, Chacha was a little lost in thought.

Then, accidentally, Chacha bumped into a warm back.

"Woo." Chacha covered her forehead, and Mao'er blinked in confusion.

"Hey, it's lucky that I was the one who bumped into it." Nakahara Nakaya held his forehead, and his pace had already slowed down, gradually synchronizing with Chacha's speed.

"Aren't you thinking about something again, such strange questions as whether you hate the world?"

"I'm thinking about two things." Chacha's voice was calm and soft.

"Huh?" Nakahara Chuya had an expression like you were really thinking about it, "Then tell me?"

"I was thinking, what would it be like to be Mr. Chuya's enemy?"

"... Huh?" Zhong Yuan's mouth curled up into a mad smile, and his orange hair fluttered slightly in the wind, "Of course my enemy will be completely beaten to the ground by me."

"Does this still need to be questioned?"

Chacha shook her head: "I'm just curious because..."

"After all, Mr. Chuya, he never treated me like an enemy."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but rubbed her hair hard, his fair and pretty face had a half-smile, "Hey, do you still want to be my enemy?"

Chacha sensed the danger hidden in his tone, blinked her round cat eyes, and replied quickly with a paralyzed face: "No."

She paused, then tilted her head, "But if one day, I really become Mr. Chuya's enemy."

"That must not be because I hate Mr. Chuya."

"..." Zhong Yuan was speechless for a while, then suddenly raised his lips, and finally let go of the hand that was harming her hair.

"You guy, although the previous sentence is not very good, but the last sentence is quite pleasant."

Chacha stroked her messy hair.

She raised her face and said seriously: "Mr. Chuya, I have something more pleasant to listen to. It's the second thing I think about. Do you want to hear it?"

"Huh? Tell me." Nakahara Chuya walked forward a few steps with his hands in his pockets, his tone calm.

"Although Mr. Nakaya looks thin and slender, in fact, he is much stronger than he appears, and his back muscles are also very..."

"Cough cough cough cough cough——!!!" Zhong Yuanzhong, who hadn't taken two steps, seemed to be choked suddenly, bent over and let out a violent cough that was earth-shattering.

"Mr. Chuya?" Chacha innocently trotted a few steps to catch up with him, leaning over to see his expression.

The author has something to say: Chacha: Resentment (×) Molestation (√)

Jiu also sympathizes with (couple) pretending to get

Regarding Chacha's height, I can make up my mind. I don't want to set it in detail, just know that it is a little shorter than Jiu.