wife, love her

"Hmm..." Satoshi Murakami worked very hard, using her hands and feet reasonably, from the pile of waste paper piled up like a small hill, carefully climbed into the back of the wooden house where Sawada Tsunayoshi was closed.

The narrow gap can only accommodate one person standing sideways.In front is the wooden wall of the wooden house, and behind it is a hillside piled of waste paper, completely squeezing her into the gap in the middle.The clothes on the stomach were ripped off to bandage the wound, so at this moment——the skin there was directly scratched by the rough wood and waste paper, which made Murakami feel extremely uncomfortable.

Grit your teeth and hold back, you know there is no time for her to be coquettish now.

Taking a deep breath, he moved slowly, resisting the pain in his stomach and back from being abused.

"Damn Tsunayoshi Sawada, if we all go out without incident today, you will wait to be responsible for the injuries of this lady!" He said in a voice that only he could hear, venting his dissatisfaction in his heart.

——Not only to that bastard man, but also to her own spineless running to save him.

Obviously he has so many partners, such as Yamamoto, Yuji, and - Sasakawa Kyoko's elder brother... So, it is only a matter of time before this soul is saved.

But why did she feel like she had a stroke in her head, just when she heard that he was arrested, she ran over uncontrollably.

Sure enough, there are only two words that can describe her now - cheap!

"Cough cough cough..."

Some weak coughing sounds came from the room and reached Murakami's ears.Her body trembled suddenly, she could be sure and sure, the voice belonged to that bastard Sawada Tsuna.

But...why...the voice is so weak?

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"Is that guy Pengelie Judai dead in there?"

"Hmph~ After all, he is also the godfather of Pengo Lie's generation, how could he die from some skin trauma!"

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The words of the two guards just now recalled in Murakami's mind.He reached out to cover his mouth carelessly, his eyes felt sour, and his heart was very sad—to be exact, his heart ached.

Pursing her lips, the expression on her face disappeared in an instant, and she no longer had extra thoughts, her hands and feet sped up, moving towards the dilapidated window she had seen before.

Slightly raising his head, he looked at the big old-fashioned windows that were even taller than himself.The glass on the window was broken and only half of the top remained, and it was covered with enough dust that even a fingernail could not scrape it off.

It's really—a miscalculation, I thought the window would be about the same height as hers enough for her to climb in, but now it seems...

Well, muster up your courage, be extra careful, place one hand on your heart to keep it from beating so fast, stand on tiptoe and look through the broken hole with one eye, but because it is very dark... ...can't see anything.

But what Murakami can confirm is that if she goes in... she won't be discovered by outsiders, of course she must be very careful not to make a sound.

Hold your breath and use your motor skills that are really not good.With one foot on the waste paper behind him and the other on the wooden wall, he slowly climbed up.

The stomach, the skin on the back of the waist, and the hands I used for support must have a lot of scratches now, so I can't see the redness.

"Damn you bastard." He cursed again in a low voice.Panting, he finally climbed up to the window.Avoiding the glass that doesn't look sharp, but it is enough to scratch her delicate skin, and carefully flipped inside.

But it was still scratched, and that was another scar.

Then, Murakami also forgot a very important thing-whether there is an object in the house that can give her a foot.

So when she thought about it, it was already too late, and what awaited her was a heavy decline on the ground.There was a crisp 'click' sound when the ankle made contact with the ground.In order not to let himself make a sound, he raised his hand before calling out, and bit his own hand hard.

Damn, Murakami scolded in her heart, she didn't even know when she was so self-harming.Thinking so angrily in his heart, something in the eye sockets blurred the sight that he couldn't see.

"Xiao... Xi...?" A male voice suddenly sounded in the house, it was hoarse and weak.Coming from not far from the right.

Murakami let go of her mouth, and looked towards the source of the sound in surprise, but what greeted her was only darkness.Gritting his teeth desperately, he touched his sprained ankle, it was so swollen... Fortunately, it didn't break!

"Tsuna..." When will my voice become so ugly, Murakami wiped away what slipped on his face indiscriminately, stood up while leaning on the wall beside him, brewed his voice for a while, and then again "Brother Gangji... where are you?"

Next second

As if responding to her words, "噗~" A flame burst out, allowing Murakami to see the person she was looking for.

In the corner not far to the right, the young man was kneeling on the ground, the shirt on his body was too tattered to see, it was stained with blood, it was the marks of whip wounds.The originally handsome face now also has a lot of scars, and there is still blood on the corner of the mouth.His hands were tightly chained and hung up.There was a flame burning on his head, and his originally brown eyes turned into bright golden ones, staring straight at her.

At this moment, Murakami could only feel a momentary collapse in his heart.

All the pain in his body seemed to be nothing, and he limped and threw himself on the man, hugging him, "Brother Gangji..." The voice was full of crying and full of grievances.

"Heh... Be good, Xiao Xi, don't cry~ or I will feel bad." Very soft words, comfortingly sounded beside her ears.

The hand that hugged the young man was even stronger, and his head was buried in his neck. His body temperature was very cold, and his body smelled like blood—how could he not cry...how could he not cry...this bastard.

"..." There was an arc on the corner of his mouth that no one could understand, and he felt very happy from the bottom of his heart.Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded, feeling the body temperature of the girl in his arms, the elegant fragrance fascinated him - to be honest, he was really surprised.Unexpectedly, this little girl would come.

This—is really out of his plan.

It was originally since she left those words that hurt him that day and left.He didn't spend a moment in anxiety, but then he thought, anyway, he decided that he would never let her go in this life, facing her who had returned to her original self.Then... it's only a matter of time before I bring it home.

I just made up my mind and waited for the family to deal with the 'family betrayer incident' before going to talk to her, but I didn't expect this stupid girl to come to my door now.

So now, Shiori Murakami—but you're back in his world yourself, so don't expect him to let go.

"What a silly girl!"

"...You are stupid, you are stupid, your whole family is stupid!" crying loudly, forgetting their current situation.

So, as soon as the girl's voice said, "Touch!" The wooden house was kicked away from the outside.

Looking back in panic, what Murakami saw was a group of men in black walking in—the Mafia.In an instant, there was no thinking function in the brain.

"Ha~ Pengelie Shidaimu! Come to rescue...yours, just this one—a girl covered in injuries, huh? Really, I am so disappointed!" The blue-haired youth standing at the front laughed He said, smiling maniacally.The silver object in his hand gleamed coldly under the moonlight shining into the room from the outside world.

"..." Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his head expressionlessly, nothing could be read in his bright golden eyes, without any emotion fluctuation, the coldness can make people feel scared.Staring at the person who stood at the door and yelled at him, the family's internal lackey-Stis.He wants to kill the target.

"... Tsk!" Stis smacked his lips, "Your eyes are so frightening!" He raised the pistol in his hand, without any pause, pointed at Tsunayoshi Sawada's head, "Touch!" and fired.

"..." Turning his head slightly, the bullet brushed past his cheek, leaving a trail of blood "啪~" and hit the wall behind him.

"Hmph!" Stiles shrugged disdainfully, raised the pistol and put it on his shoulder, simply changed his standing position, and smoothed the broken hair on his forehead, "I still avoided it, I... thought you You don’t have much strength anymore. No——as the tenth generation of Pengo Lie, how could you die so easily..."

"This is inevitable! You haven't died yet, how can I die as the tenth generation target~"

"Oh~" He raised his eyebrows, "Then, the little girl in your arms died first. She actually had the guts to come to rescue you by herself, but now she's frightened by..." The evil to the extreme Smile, with a little bloodthirsty factor.

"...!" Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his head in surprise, and what caught his eyes was a pale little face.Only now did I realize that the purple-blue eyes of the pink-haired girl were filled with fear, and the body snuggling against him was trembling non-stop.

"Xiao Xi!"

He anxiously called the girl's name, but the girl didn't respond.In terms of spirit... there seemed to be a problem, but he kept looking at the group of people at the door and trembling.

This reaction was exactly the same as that night when she woke up from a nightmare.

How could this be?

Last time, I wanted to ask her what happened to her, but...but because the girl let her guard down and let him approach, she forgot.

just now……

"Hehe..." Steve was very satisfied with the scene he saw now, because he saw his former boss panicking.It's really super exciting, "啪~啪~啪~" I couldn't help applauding. "Hey~ Sawada Tsunayoshi, I'll send you and this little beauty to hell together." Once again, he pointed the silver gun in his hand at the people in the room, this time at the target——you can say that he was unconscious Murakami said, "It feels like the way to die with a beautiful woman is really cheap for you!" Finger pulled the trigger.

"..." The corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line, showing his dissatisfaction.

He couldn't wait any longer.

"Snapped!"

"Then... the play will end here!"

The sound of the pistol firing echoed his murmur.