Spell Corrosion

After tilting his head, he opened the man's hand with the back of his hand. Nakahara Chuya had a faint smile on his lips, and his gaze rolled around Hasebe's eyes playfully.

Originally, he wanted to ask Mariko to help him with this experiment, but it seems that this time there is no need for the little girl to suffer.

Since the other party sent it to the door so actively and wanted to cooperate with his experiment, it would be unreasonable not to satisfy the other party.

"I travel at night? Did you see it with your own eyes yesterday?"

"--what!"

With a scream, Zhongyuan Zhong also let go of the man's hand that was going to use the technique, "Which eye did you use to see it?"

With a sound of "Touch!", Hasebe had just recovered from the severe pain of his arm being twisted, when the scene in front of him turned around, and when he realized it, his cheek was already attached to the carpet.

The calf was also kicked fiercely by Zhong Yuanzhong and trembled non-stop. At first there was a dull pain of impact, and then the shattered bones pierced into the muscle layer. As the spasmodic muscles rubbed back and forth around the surrounding veins, there was a continuous dull pain. The pain instantly became more painful.

Hasebe, who was kicked to the ground, broke out in a cold sweat, and when he opened his mouth to inhale, his mouth and nose were covered by the fluff of the carpet.

Nakahara Chuya stepped on the back of the man who was about to pass out from pain with his right foot, and squeezed all the air out of Hasebu's lungs with a little force.

With the forearm of his right hand resting on his leg, Nakahara Chuya kindly pulled the top of the man's hair to make him tilt his head back, avoiding the fate of the man who really suffocated and went into shock because of the carpet.

"Is the eye you saw yesterday no longer hurting? Or..." Nakahara Chuya's smile was reflected in the man's black pupils, and the hand on his leg was raised, pointing with his thumb. Pointing to the incense placed on the table, "Do you think you can bring me down with that?"

Don't be ridiculous, this dosage is underestimating.

"Heh, cough cough..." Cold sweat flowed into his eyes, and the man at the absolute disadvantage let out a nervous chuckle, and because his face was covered with dust on the carpet, he coughed, "Of course not , Ms. Wutiao is so interesting."

"You're different from the other kids in this school."

Even though the man turned pale from the pain, his tone still maintained that strange gentleness, like a sticky whisper between lovers. It felt like the voice was licking the eardrums, which made one wish to take off his chin and let it go. He shut up.

"A person like Miss Wutiao will be cute when she cries."

"The grass on the grave of the last person who dared to talk to me like this is already three feet high." Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered, the strength on his feet was the strength that would crush the spine if it was any heavier, "I won't give you... Expand..."

The black eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon with a smile, and the evil inside was almost overflowing.

Those eyes expanded and expanded in the field of vision, and finally filled and enlarged to cover the entire line of sight.

Damn it, when did he activate the spell?

Doesn't it mean that no matter how simplified the movements are, it is impossible to skip the front start?

Hasebe turned over and used his good hand to catch the person lying in his arms, "Well, let me see, how can I overwrite it? Let's play a different script this time."

At this moment, Nakahara Chuya's brain was filled with memories that suddenly emerged, as if someone was holding an eraser and vigorously erasing those memories, and then used a paintbrush to tamper with them at will.

——False memories that did not exist and never happened appeared in his brain.

"Yo, you are the king of sheep, you are so small."

At the age of 15, on Leibo Street, Hong Kong and Hei's reserve cadres blocked his attack, his sunglasses shattered in two under the gravity, and his light blue pupils looked at him with interest.

"How about it, I said that it will definitely become like this if the strong serve the weak?"

He was clutching his side that was stabbed by Shirase, and the white hair squatting beside him came over to bandage his wound. In the end, the non-fatal wound was wrapped in three layers, making it ugly and swollen.

"Chuya, how about you come to Hong Kong Hei to be my partner? I am the strongest, betraying you for such a ridiculous reason will never happen in this life."

Reserve cadres sat lazily beside him, the black overcoats on their shoulders were covered with dust and blood, and under their feet was the blood-stained soil and death everywhere.But when those pale blue pupils looked over, there was only an innocent smile inside.

"Damn it, Chuya, why did you go to Miss Hongye? I obviously invited you to be my partner! Mine! Have you figured out the point? The point is mine!"

Taking advantage of his height, he was pressed into his arms by the opponent, and his hands were rubbing the top of his hair, making the short ocher hair fluffy and curled up.

"Zhongye Zhongya, I brought you dessert, it's my favorite flavor!"

The reserve cadre who had become his partner had his hands behind his back and hid the gift behind him. The dim light and the shade of the sunglasses made it difficult to see the smile in his eyes clearly.

He doesn't like desserts.

That's something only kids like.

"Dangdang! Do you like it?"

The white-haired and blue-eyed partner took out the gift from behind. It was a bottle of 85-year-old Romanee-Conti, the best red wine.

He moved his lips and said a word of liking.

"No, I'm going to sit in the back seat of Zhongya's car, so let's add a back seat!"

He pushed the locomotive into the modification room and replaced it with a new seat, and because of the limitations of the captain, every time the guy rubbed against the bike, he would stick tightly to him from behind.

"One more round and another round! If you lose this time, you have to ask for leave and go out with me! Me? If I lose, I will write the mission report for the next month!"

He sat cross-legged in the arms of his partner, the person behind him hugged his waist coquettishly, the game controller was still on his lap, when the top of his head was pressed by his chin, he pushed impatiently the tall but not psychologically Childish ghost sidekick for ages.

The president is not tall.

"Why do you have to grow taller? I think Chuuya is just right. It's just the right height to be fully hugged by me."

Then he threw away the gamepad and turned from an electronic fighting game to a live-action fighting game.

"How could I kill Mr. Mori to take over the position, Chuya, you will believe me?"

I believe you.

He said so in his heart, and then turned his head to deal with all the gossip in a place where his former partner and current leader could not see.

"Jay? No, although his ability is indeed troublesome, I will be very distressed if Chuya kills him. Let's restrict the detective agency from other places, such as their heart, their pillar, the president. "

They haven't played games together for a long time.

"Huh? Does Zhong also care about what I call Jie? I just admire him very much."

His cabinet is full of famous wine, but there is no bottle from him.

"Chuya, are you contradicting me? This is not an inquiry, this is an order."

He boarded the plane, the Italian sky looking as pale as his pupils.

He hadn't seen him take off those sunglasses for a long time.

Well, so it was the sky above him that was lighter, or his eyes that were colder.

How many degrees does that guy's eyes look like frozen frost?

It's been too long to remember.

"Zhongye, the leader..."

He hung up the phone, the phrase "Got it" stuck in his throat, unable to speak or swallow.

Gojo Wu died to save Xia Youjie.

Therefore, the reserve cadre found a good card on Leibo Street, for his best friend.

The partner who would bring him favorite red wine while fishing, hug him to play games together, and rub his neck to be coquettish successfully tied him by his side for his best friend.

That leader, that damn Gojo Satoru, expanded Hong Kong and Hei's influence to every corner of Yokohama, for Xia Youjie.

Then until Gongcheng died, everything was settled.

In this story, it seems that he is the only one who has become a joke.

"Are you sure this will also work for the Central Plains? This is my only experimental subject that is still alive." With Xia Youjie's face on his forehead, the man in cassock had a neat row of sutures on his forehead.

He was sitting on the opposite roof of the teaching building in the middle of Liyuan State, with his elbows resting on his knees, and his eyes fell on a corner of the teaching building from a distance.

Judging by the location, it should be Hasebe's office.

"It's okay even if you fail, anyway, that test product of yours can't get out of the gift garden anymore, and the test product that was played with by a little girl as a toy can only be called a defective product at best."

Hiroto Fujisaki stroked his forehead hair that was blown by the wind, "Besides, Xia Qi is making good progress, and now the upper echelons of the high school have discovered that Gojo Satoru is in private contact with [Xia Youjie who has been resurrected from the dead], as long as they find me The [evidence] left behind, the crime of Gojo Satoru stealing Xia Youjie's body and cooperating with the curse master to resurrect Xia Youjie is confirmed."

"It won't be long."

It was the day when he brought Zhongya Zhongya back to give him his name.

"Tsk, it really is dead."

"Xia Youjie" stood up and patted the ashes on his clothes, "I'll go first, then you will settle the bill for helping me get Xia Youjie's body."

Hasebe's eyes widened, as if he hadn't expected that the girl who was lying in his arms one second before would break his neck the next moment.

"It actually reminded me of the past again, so easy to die, it's cheap for you."

Nakahara Chuya stood up, looking expressionlessly at Hasebe who had turned into a corpse.

So this guy's technique is to let himself fall into memory, and then attack when he loses consciousness?

But there is no follow-up attack?

Forget it, anyway, if there is no accident, the answer will be known tomorrow.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also pushed the door and went out. He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye and closed the door calmly, blocking the scene inside.

"Chuya, you..." Mariko ran over from the corner holding the textbooks for two, and the original words stopped after Chuya turned around.

"what happened?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the tissue paper that the girl handed to him in confusion, and after realizing what happened, he lowered his head and glanced at his clothes.

No bloodstains.

that……

"Wipe it off?"

Mariko maintained this posture, Nakahara also raised his head, and saw himself clearly from the girl's pupils.

I cried?