Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

"boom--!"

Concentrating on killing the killer who was hiding behind the stone pillar and aiming at the boy's back, Yayoi Komyo didn't even notice the boy's figure appearing in front of her for a moment, and before he could react, his body was blown away by a huge force.

The terrifying force caused his body to fly backwards involuntarily, and was finally blocked by the wall of the meeting place of the building not far away, and he stopped forcibly, leaving a concave crack formed after the impact on it.

"Cough cough cough..."

The place where he was hit by the fist and his back began to feel severe pain. Yayoi Kojima involuntarily slid down the wall and fell to the ground. The itching in his throat made him cough uncontrollably. He raised his hand to cover his mouth. Bright red overflowed between the fingers on the mouth.

"Ta, tat..."

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the smooth tiles is very clear in the open space on the third floor.

Yayoi Kojiro leaned against the wall, slowly raised her head, looked at the tall figure who was walking towards her in the shadows, wiped the blood overflowing from her lips with the glove on the back of her hand, and pulled the corner of her mouth.

"Little master?"

He really didn't think that this person would shoot suddenly. It should be said that he hadn't guarded against the young man in front of him at all. Even if he subconsciously raised his gun to shoot, he never thought that the other party would attack him because of his actions.

He raised his eyes to look at the young man, the incomparably dark and gloomy eyes made him completely incomprehensible.

This man doesn't think he wants to shoot him, does he?

He looked sideways at the stone pillar in the distance behind the opponent, but gradually frowned.

No?

The figure originally hidden behind the stone pillar seemed to be his illusion. There was nothing behind the thick stone pillar, and even the shadow cast by the moonlight disappeared without a trace.

"Ah Yue."

Gojo Satoru stopped not far away from the other party, looking down at the young man who was a little more dirty by the wall but still looked surprisingly good-looking.

He was moved by the other party's blood-stained lips.

Those bright golden eyes sparkled with a light that fascinated him, a tough and calm light.

He slowly squatted down, fixed his eyes on the other party, and raised his fingers, as if he wanted to hold the bright light in his hands.

"Do you hate me that much?" He asked, with a smile slowly appearing on the young man's dazed expression. "It's so annoying... Even after being together for so long, you still want to kill me?"

...?

What the fuck?What the hell?

Who wants to kill you, brat? ?

Yayoi Kojiro was choked by the unexpected words in his mouth, just about to explain, the strangeness coming from his lungs made him cover his lips and cough involuntarily, blood flowed non-stop.

Grass, broken ribs, what the hell is this kid doing?

Gojo Satoru looked at the man in a mess, and watched the smooth forehead gradually overflowing with cold sweat, the soft hair sticking to it messily, and the fingers on his legs clenched tightly, restraining his desire to go forward to comfort him.

He breathed out soundlessly, the corners of his mouth gradually widened, his tone of voice was as sticky as ever, but it seemed to be stained with malice that chilled his heart.

"As long as Ah Yue stays by my side obediently, it doesn't matter even if you hate me." He stretched out his hand towards the other party, and said in a coquettish tone, "Come back with me, Ah Yue."

"As long as you go back with me, I won't be angry."

Yayoi Komdai, who barely stopped coughing for a while, raised her eyelids, looked at the expression on the boy's face, and twitched the corner of her mouth slightly.

What the hell is this bastard talking about?Also, it's obvious that he didn't know why, so why did he look like he was about to cry because of being wronged? Really, it's quite confusing.

He was the one who was beaten for no reason, okay!

Thinking of the figure that suddenly disappeared, Yayoi Komyo frowned slightly.

Not right.

Something is not quite right.

"Little Master..."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the other person's fingers to explain and ask, a sharp blade slashed at Gojo Satoru's arm from the side, Gojo Satoru tapped his toes, leaped back silently like a dexterous cat, and flipped in the air Then land lightly.

With his hands in his pockets, he slowly got up from the ground, his figure was extraordinarily upright under the moonlight, he looked at the conjurers who suddenly appeared in front of the opponent and completely blocked him, the expression on his face gradually faded away.

One of them he had seen before.

It's the people around his brother.

He wanted to turn the corners of his mouth upwards to show his consistent laughter, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled heavily by gravity, and the flattened arc made him look like the indifferent son of a long time ago once again.

"My brother sent these few people here just to kill me? It's too contemptuous." He stretched out his hand towards the conjurers who suddenly appeared, and pointed down with a particularly contemptuous thumb: "A bunch of trash."

The conjurers surrounded them in silence, casting spells to confront each other.

Yayoi Kojiro stood up slowly against the wall, watching the inexplicably developed battle, speechless.

What the hell is this?

He is now like an actor who is temporarily stuffed into a stage play. Everyone is acting according to the script and speaking lines, only he is completely out of the situation, and has no idea of ​​the cause and effect, the next direction, and what he should do.

However, what the boy said just now made him feel a little more clear.

These few people who appeared suddenly were killers sent by Wu Tiao Cang.

As for the boy's inexplicable changes and emotions, he felt that he might know the reason.

The movement of getting up involved the wound on her waist, Yayoi Komdai frowned, covered the injured place and leaned against the wall, watching the battle that had started not far away, the corners of her mouth twitched a few times.

As expected of a big family.

Everyone can go to the Oscars party to accept the award.

The young master must have heard the conversation that day, and since that day there has been a gap in his heart.

From that day on, the other party's mood was a little bit wrong, and he simply thought that the other party was just jealous and awkward...

What Shi Er said is right, the hearts of those who come out of these big families are like a hornet's nest, full of eyes.

After discussing in her heart for a while, Yayoi Kodai lowered her eyes, looked at her hands covering her waist, and slowly tightened her lips.

It's just that he never thought that the relationship of trust between them is so weak.

Almost the teenager he watched growing up and didn't believe him.

Because of other people's few words, he was convinced that he was the killer lurking beside him.

Yayoi Kojiro unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth.

If it was really a killer, why would he have gone there earlier.

Fool.

The planner who came up with such a setting is also an idiot.

Brain is sick.

He watched the young man wrestling with the magicians under the moonlight, and from time to time his eyes cast a deep warning, warning him not to run away.

Feeling helpless and feeling a little ridiculous.

Not interesting.

He lowered his eyes sleepily, and the broken hair falling on his forehead blocked his expression.

Before the battle was decided, there was a burst of footsteps coming from the corridor in the distance.

Security personnel with guns filed in from around the corner, and quickly surrounded the few people fighting under the moonlight like black clouds overwhelming the city.

Because of the distance and the dark corner where the light did not reach, Yayoi Kojiro was ignored by the security personnel. He leaned against the wall and looked at the troubled boy over there, and sighed slowly.

This kid doesn't know who he learned from, so it's okay to keep things in his heart, and he was sentenced to death in his heart without being explained.

A habitual problem.

Hiss...the attack was really ruthless.

He took a breath because of the pain coming from his abdomen, raised his eyelids, looked at the battle situation over there, touched the cigarette in his pocket, and planned to use the technique to bring him out to find a quiet place to explain. From the corner of the eye, he saw behind the crowd in the distance, a somewhat familiar figure hiding behind the stone pillar, and slowly raised his pistol with a muffler in his hand towards the young man in the crowd.

Yayoi Kojiro turned her head abruptly, looked at the young man who was surrounded and didn't notice any abnormalities at all, and rushed out uncontrollably.

"puff--!"

The sound of the bullets entering the body was not obvious in the sound of the battle, but Gojo Satoru, who was surrounded, turned his head as if feeling something, and then saw the slowly slanting figure behind him blocking his front.

The surrounding scene seemed to have stopped all of a sudden, and all he could see was the slowly falling figure. The young man's soft black hair floated down in the air, leaving little marks, and the red liquid splashed from his chest was particularly dazzling and eye-catching.

Ticks fell to the ground, leaving red ink dots.

As if his nerves had been stabbed by the extremely bright colors in the dimness, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stretched out his hand towards the other party in a panic.

"Ah Yue!!"

He firmly caught the boy who fell on the ground behind him. No wounds or bloodstains could be seen on the black clothes on the boy's body, but the strong smell of blood from the tip of his nose made him understand the reason for the matter in an instant.

Looking at the boy with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, great panic began to spread in his heart.

"Ayue? Ayue?" He nervously called the opponent's name, and blocked the muzzle of the gun that was bleeding out with his hand, completely ignoring the crowd around him.

Kindai Yayoi, who was hugged in her arms, raised her eyelids with difficulty, and noticed the inexplicably vacant environment around the boy, as well as the faintly guarding conjurers next to him, and thought of the somewhat familiar shooter just now, with a lot of heart It's a bit clear.

It turns out...that's what happened...

The real fool turned out to be him.

I'm really... overwhelmed...

He looked up at the nervous person in front of him. The pierced chest made his breathing difficult. He took a deep breath before slowly lifting his trembling hands.

"Little...Master..."

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, watching a faint and helpless smile slowly appear on the man's face.

"How could I hate... how about you..." Yayoi Komoyo stared into the boy's eyes, the delicate eyes were like fireflies shining slightly in the night. "I like... you... Wu..."

Gojo Satoru took a breath, tightened his fingers involuntarily, and opened his eyes wide to look at the weak person in his arms.

Normally, he might be overwhelmed with joy because of the other party's words, but now his heart is occupied by great panic and fear, and there is no joy in his heart.

He took a breath, forced a smile on his face, "I knew it, how could Ah Yue hate me."

He hugged the man in his arms, pressed the wound on his chest, and said a little at a loss: "I'll take you to the doctor..."

The gentle touch on his face stopped his movements instantly, and he remained motionless in a half-kneeling posture as if someone had tapped him a talisman.

Yayoi Kojiro squeezed his face, "Sorry...can't watch you...grow up..."

"Do not make jokes!"

The young man's loud shout brought the surrounding battle to a standstill for a moment. The conjurers looked at the young man blocked behind them, looked at each other, and sped up their movements to knock down the remaining security personnel one by one. Unanimously and quietly evacuated.

It was like after the curtain call on the stage, the battlefield that had been fierce just now quieted down in an instant, leaving only the mess everywhere and the silence and depression like a silent movie.

Everything around him was blocked by Gojo Satoru, all his attention was now on the people in his arms, and he didn't even know when the conjurers left.

But Yayoi Komdai listened to the surrounding situation, and couldn't help laughing at herself a little more.

As expected of a big family, they went round and round to kill people, and they didn't even know how they died.

The angle at which the man shot was completely prepared for him.

"Sorry..." He looked at the other party quietly, his eyes were as soft as ever, so Gojo Satoru couldn't help but grit his teeth to suppress the flustered emotions in his heart. "Shut up."

He whispered, "I'll take you to the doctor."

Kamito Yayoi shook her head.

It's useless.

If it wasn't for ensuring that he couldn't survive, those people probably wouldn't evacuate.

He breathed out, his burnt lungs made him cough uncontrollably, Gojo Satoru quickly hugged him tightly, but he didn't dare to move his hand on the wound.

The blood that kept coming out from below stained his hands in large swaths of red, and his knees half kneeling on the ground already felt a little wet, as if wet by rain, sticky//greasy/wet/wet liquid adhered On top, let his heart keep sinking.

"Ayue...Ayue..." He called the young man by his name, his face full of helplessness made him look like a child who did something wrong and didn't know how to deal with it.

"Ahem..." A large amount of blood overflowed from the mouth of Yayoi Kindai, and what he wanted to say was interrupted. His gradually blurred eyes struggled to see the boy's appearance clearly, but there seemed to be some heavy objects hanging from the eyelids. fall down.

It's really... such a failure...

The young man's bright eyes gradually lost focus, and the flickering light in his golden eyes flickered on and off. He forced the corners of his mouth and said weakly, "Idiot..."

The boy's weaker voice made Gojo Satoru take a deep breath, tried his best to squeeze out a smile and said softly, "Yes, I'm an idiot...the idiot who can't even take care of himself well if Ah Yue isn't here..."

"In the future...don't...be deceived..."

The golden eyes under the trembling eyelashes completely lost their focus, and Gojo Satoru couldn't help but bend down to hear what the other party said clearly because of the boy's voice that seemed to be whispering to himself.

"What's the matter...just ask...I...don't just..."

"I obviously...so...like...you..."

The hand on the cheek fell like a broken wing, Wujo Wu's pupils shrank suddenly, caught the falling finger of the opponent, pinched it in the palm of his hand, and slowly raised his eyes with a bit of disbelief.

"...Ah Yue...?" He softly called the other party's name, and with careful probing, he called the other party's name softly again and again.

Then, got no response.

The boy whose lips were stained with blood seemed to be in a deep sleep. He closed his dazzling golden eyes, leaned on his shoulder, and fell asleep quietly.

Gojo Satoru took a breath, raised his fingers tremblingly, and slowly approached the opponent's nose.

His usual shallow and gentle breathing stopped.

The bloody fingers couldn't feel any air flow.

"..."

Gojo Satoru's expression seemed to freeze for a moment, he maintained a tentative posture, motionless like a stone sculpture, his dilated pupils clearly reflected the boy in his arms.

How can it be……?

His Ah Yue... died...?

in such a place?

The misunderstanding between them has not been resolved, he has not heard Ah Yue's explanation, Ah Yue has not seen him become the head of the family, how can he be in such a place?

Gojo Satoru tightened his arms, hugged him tightly in his arms, and murmured: "Ayue...are you angry with me...I shouldn't hit you, open your eyes and scold me, okay... ... Ah Yue..."

"We still have a lot of things that we haven't done together. You promised to stay with me all the time. You can't say nothing!"

"Ayue..."

He hugged the person in his arms tightly in the dark, and the extended radiance of the moon spilled in through the glass window, hitting the young man's fingers hanging on the ground.

The sound of dripping water sounded, buried by the moonlight.

……

"Ta, tat..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of sloppy footsteps and a burst of indistinct abuse in the quiet floor.

Zenyuan Shier came out from the corner with the safe in his hand, and muttered annoyedly, "Where did those two brats go? That kid from the Wutiao family threw things so far away..."

His voice gradually died down, and the ferocious expression on his face slowly faded when he saw the scene in the open field, and he walked over without showing any emotion.

"Can you tell me what's going on now? It's from the Wujo family."

As he walked, he dropped things on the ground, and a worm-like mantra emerged from the shadows and devoured the box into its stomach.

"I ask you, what's the situation now, brat!!"

Along with his violent voice, there was also a sharp windy movement in his hands.

Gojo Satoru quickly got up from the ground with the man in his arms, but was overtaken by the man's unbelievably fast movements. He tightened his arms, hugged the man tightly, and was hit on a stone pillar not far behind by pressing his forehead.

"Uh--!"

"Hey, brat." Chanyuan Shier turned a deaf ear to the young man's muffled groans of pain, pinched his face with his fingers, and whispered like a ghost: "I'm not as good-tempered as that kid, you'd better explain clearly, now is What's the matter, kid."

"Why did the person who was fine just now become the ghost in your hands, huh?"

"..."

"Hey, talk! If you don't talk, believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

The young man under the palm seemed to move his lips, realizing that the other party was speechless in his current state, Zenyuan Shier withdrew his hand and stepped back a little, staring at the other party coldly.

Then, seeing that the boy seemed to be crazy, he said to him mockingly, "Do it, mad dog."

"Ah Yue has unfinished tasks, isn't it just right for you as a companion to help him?"

"It's just that it doesn't matter who kills who."

Zenyuan Shier, who was originally murderous because of the provocative words of the other party, frowned when he heard the sentence in the middle, looked at the young man's crazy expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly raised the corner of his mouth to smile: "You think, this kid To kill you?"

"Why are you pretending to be stupid? You know everything about him."

"Ha!" Looking at the man who appeared suddenly, covering his eyes as if he had heard some joke because of what he said, he laughed exaggeratedly, the expression on Gojo Satoru's face was restrained, and he looked at him coldly: "What are you laughing at?" ?”

The laughter stopped abruptly, Zenyuan Shier slowly put down his hand, glanced at the person in the other party's arms with closed eyes, and said mockingly: "What am I laughing at? The white-eyed wolf comes out."

Gojo Satoru contracted his fingers for an instant, tightened his jaw, and asked him coldly, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean...?" The corners of Zenyuan Shier's mouth slowly opened with a malicious arc, Gojo Wu was startled, and just about to move, he was punched in the face.

Chanyuan Shier snatched the man from his hand, saw the young man covering his face with murderous intent in his eyes, clicked his tongue, and said: "Although I don't know why you think this kid is just trying to kill you." He stayed by your side, but don't you underestimate him, kid."

"He really wants to kill you, don't say five years, half a month, don't think that you are really invincible if the people around you blow you up, brat, the future is hard to say, but I will kill you now and crush you to death It's as simple as an ant, how long do you think the person I handed over by myself will last?"

"Do you still need to spend a lot of time playing such a small trick?" Zenyuan Shier looked at him with disdain, Wujo Wu, who had never been looked at by anyone before, couldn't help clenching his molars, his eyes were on the The other party stays on the person in his arms.

"Give me back the man."

"Heh." A mocking laugh overflowed from Zenyuan Shier's throat: "Do you know why he stayed by your side?"

Looking at the tense expression of the young man, he did not hide the strong and deep malice in his eyes, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Because I like you, boy."

"Isn't it stupid? Because I followed you to see you when I was a child, so I tried every means to get close to you. In order to stay by your side, it doesn't matter if you are made things difficult by those old-fashioned things in the Wujo family. In order to take good care of you, I went to After learning cooking, you don’t even have to train day and night in order not to be screened out, and you sign a bond with your family in order to stay by your side, and it will never hurt your bond.”

The pupils of the young man dilated slowly, and the curvature of the corners of Zenyuan Shier's mouth also gradually increased, and he slowly asked the following words.

"How do you think he will kill you under such circumstances?"

"Huh? Young master?"

With a light and sarcastic tone, Gojo Satoru had already rushed up and beat him to death, but now, because of the words in his mouth, he seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, his limbs were cold, and even the bottom of his heart was chilled. Infiltrated, the frozen brain circulated several times in the brain before slowly understanding what the other party said.

"Restraint...?"

"Oh." Chanyuan Shier lifted his lips, looked at the other party's unacceptable expression, and said with a bit of coldness: "As expected of the eldest young master, he is clean-eyed and doesn't pay attention to anyone. You don't even know the obvious."

"Otherwise, do you think that the Wutiao family would let a former killer stay by your side? Naturally, he put on the reins and pulled out his minions before he dared to put him beside you, the incomparably noble one, young master."

"Killers know best how to defend against killers' actions. This is the fundamental reason why they keep people."

"After all, there is only one family of idiots who are young and easy to control, and if you miss it, there will be no more."

"This guy blocked countless assassinations for you, but in the end you actually thought he was trying to kill you."

"There must be a limit to innocence, brat!"

The man's yelling sounded like a bell and drum, hitting Wutiao Wu's nerves hard, making him gradually realize how serious the things he had suspected so far...

Ridiculous.

The author has something to say:

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It’s late, and then, I know some of you must say no to the knife, so I lie down first (lie down and let me laugh)

But I still have to say, I will add more!It's over! !Great! !I don't need to add updates tomorrow!yeah! !