[Comprehensive] Misfortune

Of course, there was no whitebait for dinner, and Oboro hadn't gone to that level of insanity, and the only one who was insane was Sakurai Yuko.

The dining table is long, with Xu sitting at the main seat, Sakurai Yuko and Oboro sitting beside him.

During the one-and-a-half-hour mealtime, Oboro experienced again the emotion that Yoshida Shoyo had felt when he passed him by.The only difference is that now there is no second Sakurai Yuko looking at him with a smile in her eyes.

Sakurai Yuko sees people as false.

She looked at it as she cut the steak, she looked at it as she brought the fork to her lips, she looked at it as she chewed and swallowed the food... and finally, she wiped her hands and leaned directly on the back of the chair , Looking at the virtual smile is not a smile.

If, oboro means if, if the person Sakurai Yuko sees is not Xu, even if it is Sakata Gintoki, he will not be so painful.

Even though he knew what purpose Sakurai Yuko was looking at, he still couldn't control the panic and jealousy.

Jealousy is the original sin of human beings, so much pain is born from jealousy, even jealousy itself is a kind of pain.

Sakurai Yuko looked at Xu with an aggressive look, because her every move was aggressive, no matter how gentle or harmless she was, her beauty would not allow you to regard her as a gentle Existence, she should be reckless and lawless, otherwise it is not enough to bear the amazing beauty.

Namei came to life, twisting her limbs seductively and winding along the invisible line of sight in the air towards the expressionless man, forcing him to tear off his disguise and face up to the most basic demands in his heart.That's biological instinct.Instinct doesn't look at timing. Instinct is as honest as the testicles of some dead man.

The sticky and slippery liquid, with the temperature of the human body, exudes a hormonal breath, spreads on the man's mask with an undeniable attitude, melts it into the watery eyes of the woman, and nourishes a clump of blood. Clusters of flowers with a rotten and fragrant scent.

Xu Xu had no choice but to look back at the past. Compared with the calm and indifferent before, at this time he could not conceal a bit of stiffness and unnaturalness. The so-called "expressionless face" had become stiff, precarious, and would shatter in an instant. reveal the real inside.

Sakurai Yuko smiled at the end of her eyes, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth, her tone was meaningful and unusually direct.

"Master Xu, do you want to have a cup of coffee in my room?"

When Sakurai Yuko said interrogative sentences, the voice at the end of the sentence would habitually spin around, like a ballet dancer turning lightly after standing on tiptoe.

A brief silence.

"I don't drink coffee."

Oboro noticed that Xu's voice was a little hoarse, and he noticed that Xu used a lot of strength to say this answer.

Sakurai Yuko squinted her eyes, stood up as if the petals were stretched, and walked to the side of Xu, the joints on the white jade-like fingers were light cherry blossom powder, and the neatly manicured nails gave off a hazy pearl.

Sakurai Yuko put her hands on the empty shoulder pads, and slowly slid down the feathers, feeling the man's trembling through the thin fabric.

That muscle is as hard as iron, if it is cut with a knife, maybe even the blade will be curled up.

Sakurai Yuko took a deep breath slowly, the smile on her lips was a little sloppy, she grabbed Xu's sleeve.

He stared straight ahead, expressionless.

Sakurai Yuko bent over, her long sleeves restlessly slid across the back of her hand, it was icy cold, like a clear spring...

The image of Yuko Sakurai bathing in the clear spring flashed in Xu's mind.

"It doesn't matter," Sakurai Yuko casually counted Xu's eyelashes, and as soon as the ending sound reached Xu's ears, Sakurai Yuko laughed, "Anyway, I don't have coffee."

Xu stood up and said, "You don't seem to know your identity."

Sakurai Yuko withdrew her hand, blinked, and smiled harmlessly, "I am Yoshida Shoyo's apprentice, and I have always wanted to take revenge on him, but he is dead, so I want to tear off your skin and tear it apart... this can be done Did you explain my identity?"

"Tear off my skin?" Xu asked back.

Sakurai Yuko showed her eight teeth neatly, grabbed Xu's hand and walked out, saying as she walked, "Don't worry, it's just talking, if you are afraid, you can hide in my arms."

Xu, whose words and actions contradict each other, was led into the room by Sakurai Yuko. Until then, Xu was still not sure whether Sakurai Yuko knew what her behavior represented.

So when Xu heard what Sakurai Yuko said next, he was stunned, just like Yoshida Shoyo who saw Sakurai Yuko crying back then.

"Don't think too much about it. Everyone has their own unspeakable needs. I know this very well. At the beginning, there was a person who specially asked the palace...to ask the maid and servants to perform a live-action version for me to watch, but I didn't know it at the beginning. That's all. But you can't do it with me, I'm not your thing."

Yuko Sakurai straddled the dazed body, her pink face full of spring, the close distance made people even suspect that this was not a human face but some kind of strangely shaped phantom.

Yuko Sakurai hugged Xu's shoulder with one hand and pulled out the short knife on her calf with the other. The silver light reflected by the blade wandered around Xu's eyes, and then fell into Sakurai Yuko's bright eyes. The center of the pupil was so thick that it couldn't be melted The black mud is full of twisted greed and cold killing intent.

Sakurai Yuko put the knife on Xu's neck, her breath drove Xu's breathing, and for a while only the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the room.

Rubbing Sakurai Yuko's waist, he tried to calm down, "What are you going to do?"

Sakurai Yuko's eyes are like some kind of dark quagmire, with an unbearable attraction, unable to escape, the more she struggles, the faster she sinks.

She stared at Xu Xu's eyes and said thoughtfully: "So your pupil color is different from Yoshida Shoyo's. I don't like his eyes. They are like bleached rust. They are so ugly. I like yours." Eyes. Have you ever seen light in your eyes? Master Xu, tell me, have you ever seen a warm light with these eyes? Have you ever looked at any light that can melt ice and snow?"

"What are you doing?"

Xu is obsessed with this question, as if Sakurai Yuko turned a deaf ear to his question, and he also pretended that he didn't hear Sakurai Yuko's question, even if he heard it, he didn't care, just like Sakurai Yuko.

"Hao told me that you have been killed countless times. How many ways of death have you experienced? Do you still want to die now? Can't you be with me? Can't you be by my side? Master Xu, I I like you very much. From the moment I know you exist, I have been looking forward to your company. Can't your eyes see me? Am I not enough to make you stay? For 500 years, you have been waiting Isn't it me? Do you find yourself waiting for me? Answer me, emptiness, answer me, are you waiting for me? Do you want to look at me? Do you want me to look at you?"

Xu Xu's field of vision was occupied by the opening and closing red lips, and he found that his hands could just hold Sakurai Yuko's slender waist, and he didn't want to think about the meaning of Sakurai Yuko's words.

To be precise, he couldn't think.

Sakurai Yuko gave herself completely to Xu, and Xu's hand controlled whether she sat still or fell, she was not worried at all, she just stared at the sharp knife tip.

The knife pierced the skin, intentionally or unintentionally cut through the carotid artery, the bright red liquid couldn't wait to embrace the air, greedily breathed in the ambiguous breath with the body, and let the charming red knife point slowly stop at the heart.

Sakurai Yuko changed the way of holding the knife, she was no longer interested in the blank eyes, she wanted to know how hard this body is.

How much force should be used?

Sakurai Yuko thought about this question very seriously, then put her palm against the handle of the knife, and gradually exerted force, only the slight sound of cloth rubbing in the silent air.

After a while, Yuko Sakurai admired enough the picture of a knife handle growing out of her chest, her eyes gradually became clearer and calmer, so calm that there was no slight fluctuation, at first glance it looked like two blood stains without the slightest light.

Sakurai Yuko stared straight at the blood slowly soaking the clothes, she wanted to cry, but she felt that she should laugh.

At times like this, you should laugh.

Sakurai Yuko grinned, revealing a blunt smile.

Xu resurrected, lowered his head, pulled out the knife from his heart without making a sound, the blood gushed out for a while and then stopped.

Lowering her head, her eyes fell on Sakurai Yuko's skirt. The skirt was a little wrinkled, revealing a line of jade-like whiteness, which had nothing to do with purity.

Sakurai Yuko was expressionless, looking down at Xu, her voice was devoid of any emotion, almost mechanical, reminding Xu of the sound made when the flame licked the pine oil.

"It seems that what you hate is not the matter of death and resurrection, so is it simply hating your own existence? Is the matter of 'existence' enough to make you hate? The fundamental reason why you want to obtain permanent death is because Do you hate your own existence?"

"Yes...Miss Yuko...Yes, I am different from you. I don't have a strong heart like yours. I hate myself. This world can't tolerate the existence of me, because I can't tolerate the existence of me ...does this answer satisfy you?"

"Why don't you look up at me? Don't you dare look at me?"

"Yes, I dare not look at you."

Saying this, Xu raised his head and met Kami Sakurai Yuko's calm gaze.

It's like on a narrow cliff road, two carriages are moving towards each other, and the eyes of the two drivers collide. They both have a premonition that there is a risk of falling off the cliff, but neither of them is willing to take a step back, and neither of them is willing to pull it. the reins.

If you fall off the cliff, just fall off the cliff. When it’s time to fall, you must not hesitate, keep your eyes wide open and fall down. When you are in despair, your only thought is not to save yourself, but to grab the opponent’s hand and let’s go together in the pool of blood in hell. Soaked, dripping with blood.

Even Xu himself couldn't tell whether it was he who grabbed Sakurai Yuko's hand, or Sakurai Yuko who grabbed his.

This matter is not important.

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