Pure love DK is number one in the world

After preparing one injection, Yushiro took out another box of small black and red syringes from the interlayer, and the needles of the two syringes were still covered with protective sleeves.

He raised his eyes to look at Fu Heihui, and said, "Inject this purple-black spray first, and if it doesn't work, then inject him with the serum. If you still have no effect after using both, use this spray."

"Also wear invisible earphones, contact us at any time."

Yushiro handed over the injection and the vial of wisteria flower spray to Fukuroe.These three things were packed in easy-to-take cowhide bags. Fu Heihui took them, turned around and set off the yellow cordon, and entered the area wrapped in purple spray.

The air is filled with the strong aroma of wisteria flowers, which is so strong that it is almost suffocating.After Fu Heihui entered this area, he summoned the Jade Dog. The two Shikigami, one black and one white, walked lightly between the ruins, and the thick pads did not make any sound.

Jade Dog remembered the filth of Murata's spell power, and it should have been easy to find Murata.But after entering here, Jade Dog didn't catch any remnants of Murata's magic power.

Fu Hei stepped over the fallen stone pillar in front of him. There should have been something like a slogan on it, but now it has completely turned into scorched black.The closer to the center, the fainter the smell of wisteria, and the visible ruins on the ground are covered with a layer of charred black after the fire.

Being thrown down is also something that happens in an instant.At least Fu Hei didn't realize that someone was approaching before being pressed to the ground—by the time he felt it, he had already been pressed on the scorching ground.

The back of his head hurt from the momentary impact, Fu Hei's eyes widened, and he happened to be face to face with the 'person' who threw him down.

If the other party's current state can still be called a 'person'.

The Jade Dog was ready to pounce, and Jian Jian's claws and teeth gave off dangerous signals.Fu Hei stopped the Jade Dog's movement, raised his eyes and looked at the boy pressing on him.

It is Murata.

Except for Murata, there is a high probability that there will be no second living person jumping out of this place.

His black hair was wet with sweat and dark purple blood, sticking to his pale cheeks, and his palms pressed against Fu Hei's shoulders.

A drop of sweat fell from his thin chin and dripped on Fu Hei's cheek.Fuhei felt pain in his shoulder, as if Murata's sharp nails had pierced into his muscle.

The surroundings became quiet in an instant, except for the sound of the jade dogs grinding their minions, there was the obviously abnormal sound of Murata's rapid breathing.Murata once told Fu Heihui that the school of his family's dojo pays great attention to the method of breathing - it is the first time Fu Heihui has heard Murata's unstructured breathing, and it seems that he has never heard it before when kissing.

The soft lips that had kissed him now had fangs.Murata bent down slowly, and the distance between the two drew closer. Fu Heihui's face was reflected in his red, emotionless eyes.

Murata did not attack, and stared at Fu Heihui silently and for a long time.But his eyes were not harmless, that kind of indifferent eyes, as if he was looking at where the prey in front of him should bite.

Just when Murata was hesitating, Fuhei Hui touched the cowhide bag hanging on his waist.His fingers nimbly touched the tube of dark purple injection, and he opened the protective cover with his fingertips.

The accident happened in an instant, Fu Heihui pushed Murata's shoulders and pressed him against him, and the charred residue pressed by Murata's back made a slight and crisp sound.The ghost wanted to use his left hand habitually, but the moment he raised his wrist, the jade dog firmly suppressed it.

He frowned and struggled, and when he raised his neck, a green dragonfly mark appeared on the pale part of his neck.Black, sweaty hair stuck to his cheeks and neck, and when the boy opened his mouth, his ferocious fangs were exposed.

Fu Heihui strangled his lover's neck without changing his face—his thumb rested on the verdant dragonfly, and after a while, he moved to the right and pressed the bulging aorta.

Blood surged inside, and Murata's pale skin formed a gap with the color of his fingers.

Immediately after the needle/head is pierced in, dark purple liquid is injected.Murata's neck suddenly spread an extremely eye-catching deep purple, like a series of wisteria flower strings, opened all the way down from his neck, crossed the collarbone, and spread to the position below the shirt.

The crimson pupils suddenly dilated a lot, and Murata stopped struggling.He maintained the posture where he struggled at the beginning, and suddenly his whole body trembled, and then his waist softened, and he lay on the ground and began to gasp heavily.

After a tube of injection was finished, Fu Heihui quickly pulled out the needle/head and/inserted/inserted it back into the cowhide pocket.

The hand held by the jade dog's paw curled up, and every finger seemed to be shaking.

Physiological tears poured out of Murata's eyes, and after his pupils contracted for a moment, they slowly returned to their usual narrow and elongated appearance.

Fu Heihui was still strangling Murata's neck, but there was no murderous look on his face, and he even showed a sadness like he was about to cry.He said in a low voice, calm and desperate: "Rina?"

The crimson pupils blinked slowly, and Murata's curled palm, which was held down by the jade dog, slowly stretched out.

"...Hui, are you crying?"

He thought that after he opened his mouth in a relaxed tone, the depressed expression on Fu Heihui's face would be put away immediately, which was in line with Murata's impression of Fu Heihui who was always good at hiding emotions.

result--

Suddenly was hugged.

Murata was stunned for a moment when his head was pressed against Fu Heihui's neck.The Jade Dog who was pressing his wrist just now disappeared back into Fu Heihui's shadow at some point, and Fu Heihui hugged him so tightly that Murata felt like he was going to be strangled to death by Fu Heihui.

The back of his head was also pressed by Fu Heihui's palm, and Murata couldn't help feeling a little flustered—he even ignored the lingering pain of the injection on his neck, and raised his arms helplessly.Originally, Murata wanted to hug Fu Heihui back, but when his palm touched Fu Hei's trembling shoulder blades, Murata panicked even more.

Oops, is this - is it scaring people too much?

Murata stammered: "That, that... I'm sorry! I know I was wrong! That... Er... Actually—"

"To shut up."

"……Oh."

Murata closed his mouth aggrieved, his arms were still hanging in mid-air, not daring to hug or put them down.

The clothes on his body were all crumpled, mixed with the smell of burning fire, and he was pressed into Fu Heihui's clean and refreshing embrace.After he stopped talking, the follow-up effect of the medicine slowly returned—a dense and sharp pain, which slowly turned into numbness after the pain.

Holding the person in his arms tightly, until he felt the weight on his shoulders and chest getting heavier and heavier, Murata's gradually steady breathing sounded in his ears, Fu Heihui pursed his lips, and tasted the bloody smell in his mouth dullly .

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes wet against his lids. The emotion of 'fear' is like a habitual offender who arrives late.

The palm on the back of Murata's head slid down, landed on Murata's neck, lifted it up again, and repeated soothing movements, Fu Heihui murmured: "You're fine...you're still alive——"

"Great."

He thought he was going to be left behind again.

This has been the case since I was a child, and I can never keep the things I try hard to keep, and the things I care about a little will always die soon.Because he is a conjurer, he was cursed from birth, so even a life where he can get nothing seems normal.

But Murata is different.

It was hard for him to believe that there was indeed someone like Murata in the world who came here just to love himself.When I received the call, my mind went blank, and I mechanically contacted Yushiro and the others according to the call, and then followed the helicopter of the Miyayashiki Hospital to Kyoto——

Along the way, I heard Yushiro discussing Murata's affairs with his assistant.A sliver of reason popped out of his bewildered mind, and the mind that had just run away from home came back following Murata's name.

"If the index exceeds 60%, you can't save it. Fujishishan just notified the past..."

"... Let them prepare for the worst... Well, it's like this... It must not be handed over to people in the magic world, they are blind in this regard... He didn't contact me directly, probably because his sanity is about to collapse Already, let’s try the sedative first... We won’t use the backup plan until the last step..."

"If it really gets to the point where it's irreversible, just follow the method your ghost killing team used to do."

……

What does it mean that if the index exceeds 60%, it cannot be saved?What was Ghost Slayer used to do?

Sanity breakdown?Tranquilizer?

Every word he didn't understand made Fu Heihui's mind even more uncomfortable just after returning to the basket, and he didn't know when his nails pinched his palm, but he didn't feel it.

He suddenly returned to his childhood.

My mother suddenly disappeared from memory.

Immediately afterwards, my father suddenly disappeared from memory.

What he wanted to keep, what he tried to keep, what he wanted—all seemed to backfire and go away from him.

[Fuhei?Fuhei, are you there? 】

Yushiro's voice came from the earphones, and Fukuroi's eyes had regained their calm when they opened them.He put Murata on his back, and pressed the earphone that almost fell out with one hand: "I'm here, it's okay, Murata is under control."

[That's good, let's bring the person out first.Oh, by the way, you don't have wounds on your body, do you?be careful--】

Fu Heihui couldn't hear all the words that followed, and a sharp pain suddenly came from his shoulder.He staggered a bit, managed to stand still, and saw Murata's pale face from the side, with the same pale lips biting Fu Heihui's shoulder through the white shirt, and the crimson blood smeared on his shoulder, like a crimson flower.

When he was thrown down just now, Murata's nails scratched his shoulder.

But now, behind Murata's back, he delivered the wound to the evil ghost's mouth.

The sedative seemed to have only temporarily awakened Murata's mind, and it was still the ghost's instinct that prevailed when he approached the fresh flesh and blood.

When it comes to blood-sucking in the second creation, it seems that it is always inseparable from the pleasure of blood-sucking.But that's vampires—ghosts and vampires are fundamentally different, at least people who are bitten by ghosts will never feel pleasure when they suck blood.

Only pain.

The meat was bitten open and licked, and the blood dripped and sucked away by the hot and soft tongue.Fu Heihui's legs softened for a moment, and was pushed to the ground by Murata.

The neck was held down, and the sharp pain on the shoulder gradually spread to other places.

Fu Heihui's Adam's apple slipped, and he bent his arms to press Murata's forehead, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke: "Rina..."

His voice trembled slightly, and Fu Heihui didn't even know what he was afraid of - but it wasn't Murata himself that he was afraid of.

Maybe it's the 60% that he doesn't understand, outside the known domain.

Is it over now?

Murata didn't respond to him, and the gurgling sound when licking and sucking was close to the ear, and the blood loss caused Fu Heihui's body temperature to drop.With his dark green eyes half closed, he touched the last tube of black-red injection.

Fu Heihui has a good memory. When he gave Murata the first injection just now, he clearly remembered the location of the artery.His hand on Murata's forehead slid down, his fingers traced Murata's tall nose bridge, and then his cheeks that rose and fell with the sucking action.

As the blood is gradually lost, the heart rate accelerates.Fu Heihui, whose shoulder was bitten off, was extremely calm. When his fingers just touched Murata's neck, he could feel the muscles on Murata's neck tense instantly.

But only for a moment.He was soon confused by the smell of flesh and blood, his muscles relaxed slowly, and the muscles on the side of his neck moved slightly when he swallowed, under Fu Heihui's fingers.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Heihui's slightly cold fingers curled up, as if comforting, and ran along Murata's neck: "Ah Li, are you full?"

His voice was very calm, as if the person who was bitten was not Fu Heihui but Murata——Murata's messy mind froze, and his crimson eyes, which were not sober for the time being, were wide open, so dazed that he almost didn't understand.

He seemed to be thinking about something, frowned, and gave up continuing to bite.The next second, when Fu Heihui was about to inject the injection into the aorta on the side of Murata's neck.

Murata suddenly lowered his head, and gently licked the bitten wound on Fu Heihui's shoulder in a gesture that would never appear between ghosts and people, and could be described as "cherishing".

It does not contain any appetite, as if it is just to relieve the stimulation that is too painful for human beings.

Fu Heihui's hand holding the injection trembled slightly, and then quickly plunged into the young man's pale neck.