Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

"I'm curious."

Tong Mo looked into his ear and asked politely: "Can I see it?"

Atsushi Nakajima thought about it, and said objectively: "The other party may not be willing to talk to you."

"Then there is no other way," Tong Mo said helplessly, "I can only grab it."

Along with his words, two ice lotuses appeared beside him. The upper part of the ice lotus was in the form of a girl. They opened their lips lightly, and the cold air filled with white mist spit out from their mouths, making the surrounding The environment is even more unfavorable to Atsushi Nakajima.

But to Tong Mo's surprise, this time Atsushi Nakajima didn't try to dodge any more, but broke through the barrier of freezing air at the fastest speed, smashing the ice girls on both sides with his tiger-like hands, and he was like a howling The ferocious beast with its bloody mouth wide open attacked him.

Tong Mo's eyes widened in surprise. With his speed, he was only able to raise the opposite fan at the moment when the tiger's claws hit the front door, but he couldn't stop the opponent's attack at all!

The sharp claws tore at the flesh, and half of Tong Mo's face was instantly bloody. At the same time, the golden pair of fans had reached the opponent's neck. Atsushi Nakajima suddenly turned his body and kicked Tong Mo. But the golden iron fan landed precisely on the track of his kick as expected!

The sharp edge of the fan sliced ​​through the limbs, and blood spattered everywhere. Atsushi Nakajima staggered back, half kneeling on the ground, and before he could breathe, he choked out a mouthful of blood.

Tong Mo covered the wound on his face and laughed: "You are really powerful. I have never seen an opponent like you. Why did your body turn into a beast? Are you not human?"

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Tong Mo took a handful of blood that flowed from his wound in his hand, and immediately splashed it all on the ground with a "crash".

Half of his face began to recover slowly, and he saw that Atsushi Nakajima's broken leg had grown back again, with a naive look on his face: "When I was about to cut your neck open just now, you blocked it. no—"

He touched his chin and laughed: "Is your weakness also in your neck?"

Atsushi Nakajima froze for a moment, a look of panic clearly flashed in his eyes.

Tong Mo's smile deepened, with a hint of understanding.

"So--"

He suddenly rushed towards Atsushi Nakajima regardless of the injury on his face, and at the same time, he danced the fan in his hand, and the attack mixed with frost was in front of him in an instant!

Rao Nakajima Atsushi stepped back as soon as his calf recovered, and the edge of the fan still cut through the front of the shirt. The blood stained the white shirt instantly, and the wound touched the cold air, causing a painful burning sensation.

However, Tong Mo Tong Mo stopped at this moment.

Atsushi Nakajima suddenly became alarmed, and raised his hand to touch his ear—the place where the earphones were originally hung was empty!

"Huh? What is this? Is this what you use to chat with people?"

Tong Mo poked the black single earphone in his hand, like a curious baby, looking up to get an answer from Atsushi Nakajima.

Atsushi Nakajima was a little nervous: "I..."

But before Atsushi Nakajima could say anything, a faint voice from the earphones directly attracted his attention.

Tong Mo put the earphones close to his ears, and the next moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Good evening, my lord."

Tong Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

That smile can't be said to be joyful or more understanding, in short, it is very gentle, like the affectionate look that a normal person expresses when facing a lover.

"It really is you, Miss Cinderella." Tong Mo sighed, "So, have I been cheated?"

His voice sounded lonely and aggrieved, and he didn't know how sincere it was, and Dazai Osamu's response was completely opposite.

He laughed, even though the laughter was distorted through the electronic equipment, Tong Mo still heard the indifference in his voice.

Yes, take it lightly.

Whether it was about deceiving him or being discovered by him at this moment, the other party didn't seem to take it to heart. In other words, it was him who had never caught the other party's eyes.

So it can't arouse the other party's emotions.

But Tong Mo's smile deepened because of this.

"Master, why don't you let me talk to you face to face." Osamu Dazai said.

The voice of the next sentence came from behind in reality.

The moment Tong Mo turned around, two bullets hit his neck precisely, the huge impact force made his blood vessels and flesh burst at the same time, and the burning pain stuck to the wound. familiar--

It is wisteria.

Tong Mo's head was shaking, and he staggered back clutching the wound on his neck, but he still couldn't stop the tearing of the flesh.

Finally, after two steps, his head fell off and his body crashed to the ground.

Atsushi Nakajima finally breathed a sigh of relief, half kneeling on the ground, coughing violently.

"Thank you, Aton, are you okay?" Osamu Dazai jumped down from the tree with a musket in his hand, wearing a kimono and holding a weapon, which was extremely unsuitable.

Atsushi Nakajima waved his hand: "I'm fine, too—" Considering that Tong Mo hadn't died yet, he swallowed back the familiar title.

Osamu Dazai looked at him worriedly: "If there is any injury, you must go and see Miss Yosano when you go back."

Atsushi Nakajima froze: "...No problem, I think I can hit ten more!"

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Young people are indeed full of energy."

After saying this, he didn't like Atsushi Shima's reaction, so he walked towards Tong Mo directly.

The other party's head was separated from his body, but when he saw him coming, there was still a gentle smile on his face.

"Miss Cinderella, as expected, I still like you so much." After a pause, he said again, "No, it's better to say, that's why I like you so much."

People who are as lonely, indifferent and godless as him are the most interesting and attractive existences in this world.

"What a pity." Dazai Osamu knelt down and shook his head at him, "Until now, I can't say to you, 'You are a good person'."

Who made him not even considered a human being at all.

Tong Mo seemed to have misunderstood what he meant, and smiled: "From birth to now, I have never understood what is a good person and what is a wicked person. Is it 'good' for my parents to put me on the altar? My mother Is it 'evil' to hack my father to death in front of my face? No one seems to have explained it to me. Including all the emotions and connections that should belong to people in this world, to me it was just hypocrisy and blank until I met you."

He looked straight at Osamu Dazai: "Miss Cinderella, you are the first person to seriously explain to me what 'heartbeat' is. Even though I still don't understand, I believe, Miss, you are the same as me. people."

Osamu Dazai turned around as early as he was halfway through speaking, and inserted the instrument made by Yushiro into Tong Mo's body. The instrument did not need him to operate, and it sucked full of blood the moment it touched the opponent's body.

Osamu Dazai took the instrument back, and happened to hear Tong Mo's last words.

He was silent for two seconds, and responded with a rare seriousness: "Maybe. It's just that we met different leaders, so we are destined to go different ways."

He aimed his musket at Tong Mo's forehead: "Master, let me see you off for the last time."

Tong Mo looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Miss, no need." His laughter seemed to be bewitching, "You should stay by my side forever..."

"careful!"

At the same time as Atsushi Nakajima's exclamation sounded, Osamu Dazai put the musket on his shoulder with his backhand, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation!

The musket bullets rushed towards the body behind him, and the recoil caused his shoulders to ache, but before he could hear the movement behind him, Osamu Dazai's eyes suddenly touched a little iceman that appeared next to Tong Mo's head.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

The ice fan was unfolded by it, Osamu Dazai sprinted back to the other side, a large number of ice crystals approached him silently but very quickly like thick fog rising from the forest.

But what troubled him even more was the sound behind him again. This time it seemed to be different from before, the sound was much louder, and it came from a strange location.

Osamu Dazai turned his head to take a look while avoiding the ice fog, and just this one look almost made him twist his foot directly.

At some point in the darkness, a huge ice bodhisattva appeared, almost as tall as a two-story building, with its palms folded and a benevolent face, its appearance was almost the same as that of the gods enshrined in the shrine.

However, the next moment, the bodhisattva stretched out his hand and grabbed him, and the compassion on his face disappeared instantly.

Dazai shot and blew up the Iceman's hand while jumping onto the Iceman's arm in an attempt to escape the underlying icy fog.

But before the plan was completed, the bodhisattva suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled at him.

Osamu Dazai: "???"

The cold air came oncoming, Osamu Dazai slipped in panic and fell directly from the iceman.

However, he didn't realize until he fell that the other side of the iceman turned out to be a cliff!

Osamu Dazai decisively threw the instrument on his body to Atsushi Nakajima who was chasing him, and at the same time blocked the other party's address that was about to blurt out with his voice.

"Send this where it should be sent! Don-kun! Please!"

"I believe in you! Come on! Aden!"

Atsushi Nakajima grabbed the instrument and lay on the edge of the cliff watching the falling figure of the man, almost losing his voice.

"It's really, what a pity." Tong Mo put his head back together and murmured, "Even if you commit suicide alone, don't you want to stay by my side forever? Heartless miss..."

Fortunately, he tore the flesh off his neck with his own hands, just to hear her truth.

Tong Mo sighed.

From now on, there may never be such a person again.

During the fall, Osamu Dazai ushered in a three-hour deadline.

The camouflage began to disappear slowly, and the long hair that had been scattered around the cheeks disappeared. Only the sound of the wind passed by the ears, driving the windbreaker to rattle.

He looked at the edge of the cliff that was gradually moving away in the darkness, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

"Goodbye, Miss Cinderella."

The author has something to say: Ice Bodhisattva: Pohou, I will crush you under Wuzhi Mountain!

Dazai: Eat me with a stick!

Atsushi Nakajima: Hey, it’s a joke!

感谢在2020-06-1520:14:23~2020-06-1618:01:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 sweetheart;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!