When the blind date is 5t5

Under the shroud of opalescent halo, the silver bullet galloped towards Kamo Kenron at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

In the next second, the phantom collapsed.

The abdomen was suddenly hit by a huge force, I only felt weightless for a moment, and then fell heavily on the cold stone platform.

Cruciating pain suddenly spread from the spine and lower abdomen to the limbs, the body trembled, and slowly curled up into a ball.

At this moment, I couldn't even squeeze the strength to stand up, and my mouth was filled with the salty taste of blood.

Kamo Kenro bent down, his eyes silently swept across my body.

Then, he said to himself: "Isn't the reset threshold yet?"

This line of sight was cold and viscous, which made me think of a poisonous snake entrenched in the darkness, and my fingers trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, I can guess my own face without a mirror, it must be extremely ugly, as pale as a female ghost.

Kamo Xianlun raised his eyebrows, "Are you afraid?"

I remained silent, subconsciously moving my body back little by little, trying to distance myself from him.

How could you not be afraid?

I have never felt the sickle of death so clearly like today, it hangs high above my head, and the sharp point of the knife is pointing directly at me.

With just one swipe, life can be cut off.

Realizing this, the air has become much thinner, and the heart beats so fast that it seems to jump out of the throat.

However, rather than being afraid, I understand more clearly——

The most important thing now is to find a way to rendezvous with Wujo Wu, or delay until Wujo Wu arrives.

After all, there is an absolute strength gap between me and Kamo Xianlun that is as insurmountable as heaven, and I can't beat him in a head-to-head confrontation.

As for the various emotions that popped up at this moment, it is entirely possible to wait until the crisis is resolved, and then throw yourself into Gojo Satoru's arms, and narrate to him in a coquettish tone.

The skin on the arm seemed to be licked by the flames, the burning sensation penetrated deep into the blood vessels, bones, and even the tip of the nose quietly lingered with the smell of burnt feathers produced by burning protein.

I came back to my senses, took a deep breath, and stood up while supporting the cold and rough ground with my right hand.

I raised my eyes to meet Kamo Xianlun's haughty gaze of a hunter, I bent my lips, touched the plush doll in my pocket with my fingers, and threw it out.

In the blink of an eye, a half-human tall white alpaca appeared in front of him.

"I'm sorry," I stroked its soft head and said guiltily, "help me delay the time, okay?"

It seems to understand, the black eyes are clean and clear, revealing the fearlessness and satisfaction of being able to die for the master.

I suddenly lost my voice, as if there were sand and stones in my throat.After a while, he said in a very soft voice, "Thank you."

It screamed "moo" and rubbed against me.

Seeing that the tears in my eyes disappeared, it stopped to appease me, and then looked at the enemy not far away with its big protruding eyes.

Even though the fate of this past was that the core was destroyed and could never be recovered, this white figure still didn't hesitate a bit, it rushed straight towards Kamo Xianlun like a small whirlwind.

I glanced at its figure, and forced myself to turn my gaze away.

To find the most vulnerable point in this space, break it, and live up to the precious time it bought, this is the only thought that comes to mind.

However, until the last whine that represented death appeared in my ears, I still had no clue.

Outright rubbish.

I couldn't help mocking myself in my heart, as if I had been thrown into a hole in the ice, feeling frustrated and frustrated.

"Little bird, accept your fate," Kamo Xianlun said with a casual smile while holding the broken doll with one hand, "everything you are doing now is meaningless struggle. Just because you can't leave here, it's like being 16 years old You can't escape from the birdcage I built with my own hands."

I remained silent, clenched my fingers tightly.

Kamo Xianlun opened his hands, dragged his voice, and said with a sigh: "Come here, don't provoke me again. Come to my arms in person, and let me kill you in the most gentle way."

The tone is gentle, but the meaning in the words makes my nerves tense up.

Do you really want to accept your fate?

I bit my lip unwillingly, and there was still a firm light in my eyes, "No, I refuse to accept my fate."

After getting the answer, Kamo Xianlun suddenly said coldly: "I won't release any more water this time."

As soon as the words fell, I saw his right eye suddenly wide open, bloodshot eyes filled the whites, and strange bloodstains stretched across the eyelids.

"Red phosphorus leaps," he said.

Immediately afterwards, the broken hair on the forehead fluttered.

Is it the wind?

I thought suspiciously, and my eyes glanced at my empty right hand inadvertently.

Only then did I suddenly realize that I could no longer discern his trajectory with my eyes.

Kamo Kenron, who had turned on the red phosphorus jump, was like a stimulant, and his speed and strength were completely different from those just now.

I saw that after the glow was taken away by him, it turned into a lump and rolled back to my feet.

!!!

Wait, isn't it a super magic tool?

Why is it like plasticine in his hands, and it can be easily kneaded into a ball? ?

Is this really reasonable? ? ?

Seeing this, my pupils began to tremble, and I couldn't help wondering if Gojo Satoru was being bluffed.

Without the spell skeleton and weapon, I can only face Kamo Kenro's attack with bare hands.

Pain, life-burning pain raging in my body like a prairie fire, I sat on the ground in embarrassment.

At this moment, the time is infinitely prolonged, so long that it is almost hopeless.

The shadow of death has gradually shrouded me. I half-closed my eyes, but in my mind I remembered the astonishment when I met Gojo Satoru, the panic when I kissed for the first time, and the bewilderment when my heart beat for the first time...

Those beautiful and sweet memories flashed in my mind one by one, like a revolving lantern.

I couldn't help but began to regret that I hadn't found the adult gift he gave me, and regretted that the time I was really with him was too short, too short, so short that it took only a few breaths to recall everything.

At the same time, the biggest regret in my heart is that I haven't said a word of liking to him.

Tears welled up silently in my eyes, I drooped my shoulders wearily, and then murmured reluctantly between my lips and teeth: "Wujo Wu."

As soon as this call appeared, a sound suddenly sounded in my ears, which was similar to the crisp and light sound when an eggshell was cracked.

I saw the black sparks of mana shining in the space that was beginning to collapse, and it rushed towards Kamo Xianlun like thunder with raging anger that would destroy everything.

With just one blow, that crazy and powerful man was completely incapacitated.

He was lying on the ground covered in blood, and his life and death were unknown.

The situation was reversed at this moment.

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips tightly, his expression was completely undisguised, so strong that it was almost impossible to dispel self-blame.

He was walking quickly towards me.

Soon, I felt myself falling into a warm and familiar embrace.

Tears suddenly burst into tears, and I grabbed his slightly cold clothes, crying loudly like a bullied child finally seeing a parent who can support him.

"I'm sorry," he said in a hoarse voice while kissing the cool thin lips on the corners of my eyes, "I'm late, I'm sorry."

It wasn't until I had vented all my emotions that the crying gradually stopped.

I watched him choked up and said, "There will be no next time."

In response to this, Gojo Satoru hugged me horizontally in a rare silence, while his jaw tensed into a straight line rather oppressively.

I couldn't help sniffing, and asked in a low voice, "Is he dead?"

"Not yet," Gojo Satoru walked steadily, "but soon."

Hearing this, I quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Hold me over, I still have questions to ask him."

With the complete collapse of this space, Xianji's room once again appeared in sight.

There were three shapeless pieces of meat lying on the ground. Kamo Xianren was not far from us, next to the closet.

Gojo Satoru hugged me and soon stopped beside him.

The identities of the hunter and the hunted have been reversed. I can say that I looked at him condescendingly, coughing lightly and asking, "Is the diary I disappeared with you?"

Kamo Xianlun raised his eyes, "Yes, but I have already burned it."

I was angry, and then asked again: "Did you also intercept the gift of coming-of-age that Wu gave me?"

Even on the verge of death, he doesn't fall into hysteria like a loser.

He raised his lips, and the blood on his face couldn't conceal the satisfaction from his heart at the moment, "Let me think about it... Is it the pair of diamond-encrusted shoes? I destroyed it as soon as I got it."

Hearing this, I couldn't suppress the itching in my throat anymore, and coughed heart-piercingly.

"Even if this body dies," Kamo Xianlun said arrogantly, "you can't kill me completely. A hundred years later, I will descend again into the body of the purest blood of the Kamo family. From The blood curse is in effect, but then I will never see you again, my little bird."

Gojo Satoru held my hand coldly and vigorously. He lifted his foot expressionlessly, crushed his throat, and said almost coldly: "Don't worry, the Kamo family will not have another hundred years."

Faced with Gojo Satoru's announcement, Kamo Kenrō, whose throat was strangled, had difficulty even breathing, let alone speaking.

He just made a few broken noises, and finally died in pain from suffocation.

Looking at his dim and cloudy eyes, I finally let go of my tense nerves.

The dark clouds that covered the first 25 years of life quietly dissipated, representing the newborn sunshine gently falling down.

There is no doubt that I will have many more wonderful memories in the future, about my lover, about my friends, and about my children.

Thinking of this, I leaned weakly on Gojo Satoru's chest, listened to his steady heartbeat, and asked softly, "In my lost memories, have I ever confessed to you?"

Wujo Wujo seemed to have noticed something, he stopped, his eyes were a little dazed.

From his expression, I concluded: "It seems not."

Then the heartbeat began to speed up, echoing in the ear like a drum.

However, what was clearer than the beating of my heart was my nasal voice, and I heard myself say word by word:

"I love you."

"Me too."

(Finish)