Yamato Nadeko

It's hard to hang wet clothes on your body, but you can only endure without changing clothes.

Haru Nekoya looked coldly at the mouse that also came up from the water.

Fyodor blinked innocently.

Although the whole body is also soaked, but the person is beautiful, not showing any embarrassment.

There is a different kind of abstinence.

He showed a smile that was brighter than the sun above his head, and every word was as sweet and greasy as if wrapped in honey, "Haru is really really really really good~"

"That's great."

Originally, she wanted to provoke Dazai by taking an intimate photo close to her cheek, but in this way, she was able to catch the opportunity to hint the direction.

Although he realized the mistake later, the information was indeed sent out by him personally and willingly.

The hints are cryptic.

Or the pink gemstone necklace he gave to help.The base inlaid with gems looks like an eight-winged rudder, which is to point out the direction they left.

When taking pictures, she didn't make any movements with her hands, but borrowed some sunlight to indicate the coordinates with the reflected and condensed light spots.

The opponent's name is Dazai Osamu.

They are the kind of people who don't lose their minds even in extreme rage.

Dazai picked up on the cue.

Ambush and snipe on the yacht's evacuation route, not wanting to be arrested by the cat, forcing him to cut off his tail to survive.

Now drifting to an isolated island.

Fyodor couldn't help but praised again: "Haru is too powerful!" If she hadn't been a hostage in his hands, he might have been caught on the spot.

He tilted his head with a pure and gentle smile, and suddenly threw another deep-sea fish. Lei: "I really want to like you."

The strategy is not bad, and he has seen many outstanding women with intelligence.

The aura on her body was more or less fierce and sassy, ​​but she always maintained a constant feeling of warmth.

No matter who.

Even in the face of him, the kidnapper, the aura around him was always peaceful and stable.

This is not reasonable.

But he couldn't find any flaws, but became more and more interested in digging.

Believe you are a ghost.

These one and two, that is to say, sound nice on the lips, and the eavesdropping and positioning devices are all standard equipment in the dark.

Nekoya Shikiharu remained silent, just watching him quietly.

What Fyodor said just now was completely impulsive, and he seemed to realize that his mentality was a little shaken, so he changed the topic calmly and naturally.

His mouth was crooked, and he stretched out his arms in aggrieved manner, pretending to be pitiful, and said, "Haru, I'm in pain." Tears glistened in his eyes.

His skin is very white, still cold white, with clear veins and blood vessels.

When escaping just now, the sniper wiped his small arm, and the wound was vivid against the backdrop of his skin color, making him look even more miserable.

There is also a morbid sense of beauty.

At that time, he didn't hesitate to use her as a cover, and almost got her dog leash, why would he have the face to cry with her?

Cursed wound infection inflamed dog leash.

Fyodor showed a prosperous white lotus smile, and his voice was weak with a trembling sound that people couldn't help but feel distressed, "Won't Haru bandage me up?"

Nekoya Shikiharu reached out... and picked off a shrimp hanging from his head.

When the boat capsized, they had to swim some distance before they landed. This shrimp should have been brought up while swimming in the shallows.

Then Fyodor saw her slender hands pinching the head of the shrimp that was trying to break free from control with one hand, and pinching the body with the other, and the head and body were separated with a light pull.

The bright red brains stained her pale fingers, giving off a strange beauty.

Nekoya Shikiharu seemed to have realized something was wrong, and explained flatly: "I'm used to cooking, so I can't help it."

Fyodor silently withdrew his hand and pretended that he didn't ask for a bandage, with an expectant expression on his face: "Hey, I'm looking forward to Haru's craftsmanship."

"If there is a chance in the future." He had to push forward to report the menu, "I want to eat red soup."

You're thinking about farting.

Nekoya Shikiharu didn't want to pay attention to him, threw the shrimp on the ground casually, lowered his head and began to wring the water from his clothes.

The clothes that the demon prepared for her were all gorgeous kimonos, which were already very heavy, and they were like weights when they were full of water.

Fyodor didn't get a response, didn't care much, and started to clean up the mess on his body.

After wringing out the water.

I don't know if I talked about the topic of food. This meeting happened to be the reason for the meal, and I suddenly felt a little hungry.

"Haru, I'm hungry."

The clothes were heavy after absorbing water, and the smell of sea water was all over her body, especially her long hair was even more uncomfortable after being soaked in water.When I went ashore, I was still covered with sand, and my whole body was dirty.

Although her obsession with cleanliness is part of her personality, she really became a little obsessed with cleanliness after a long time.

Under the current situation, I can't take a bath happily, and I feel irritable, and Yamato Nadeko's character design can't be maintained.

Said sarcastically: "Wait for the pie to fall from the sky."

Who knew that as soon as she finished speaking, a coconut fell from the sky immediately.

Nekoya Shikiharu: "..."

He wouldn't be the Chosen One, would he?Can this also be slapped?

Her inner complexion was not pretty.Although it was embarrassing, the vest was thick enough, "Fei Jia, I want to eat coconut."

Fyodor looked down at the coconut, and said with a embarrassed face, "I'm just a weak and beautiful man."

Nekoya Shikiharu: "..."

I really want to scold people, but they really are.

At this time, I miss Mr. Nakahara who can crush stones with his bare hands.

Even if a weak and handsome man can chip open a coconut with his bare hands, he still can't eat it.

A large ship can be seen from a distance, and five or six small yachts have already sailed over here.

Fyodor picked up the coconut and reached out to hold her hand, "Let's go."

Dazai's people are on the yacht.

They were to be evacuated by helicopters that arrived almost at the same time.

Fyodor dragged Nekoya Shikiharu onto the helicopter. At this time, the weak and handsome man gained a lot of strength.

Although they were chased and fled, they greeted Dazai on the yacht below as victors: "Ah, Mr. Dazai, long time no see."

"Master Dazai!" Haru Nekoyashiki opened the hatch and looked down.

Too high.

She dared not jump down.

Fyodor, who is also very dog, put a dagger against her neck as a shield in order to prevent the helicopter from being sniped.

Dazai looked indifferent.

He waved his hand, and the subordinates carrying the RPG directly bombarded her, without any intention of caring about her life or death.

Fortunately, the pilot of the helicopter was an old driver. He predicted the possible danger at the very beginning and managed to avoid it.

Missed the best attack range and escaped successfully.

"Haru."

Dazai yelled, his voice sounded like the icy cold coming from the North Pole.

He heard her call again in a flat voice: "Master Dazai."

Something fell from the sky and sprinkled on the face, it was only warm, but there was an illusion of being burned.

After touching it, it was bright red.

It was the carotid artery that she had slashed into Fyodor just now and fell down.