long-lived centenarian leader

Gojo Satoru smiled, but quickly put Osamu Dazai down.

Although he has no desire to survive, his lover looks a little uncomfortable.

Osamu Dazai squatted on the ground melancholy for a while, and decided not to fight against Ranpo for the time being.

Sure enough, it makes sense to eat so many sweets and not gain weight. Luanbu must be exercising crazily behind his back, so his skills are so good (?).

The president is too eccentric, only Kunikida and Ranpo got his true biography.No one can beat him in the main world.

Osamu Dazai suddenly called another guy who ate sweets and didn't get fat: "Enlightenment."

Gojo Satoru: "No."

Dazai: "Do you usually go out of your way to exercise and practice fighting?"

"No." Gojo Satoru stroked his messy hair, "The spell power strengthens the body, but Jie likes to fight."

He is probably a supporter of miracles and spells. He wants to hit people in the face and kick them in the stomach. Basically, he can't escape.

There is no need to learn skills.

As for exercise and consumption, isn't conjurer 007 tired enough to exercise?

Osamu Dazai: "Oh. No wonder he has a better figure than you."

Gojo Satoru was stunned, and he asked in disbelief: "Really?"

Isn't he the most perfect?

It's okay to be considered not as good-looking as Dazai, but why is he still considered by his boyfriend to be not as good-looking as Dazai?

Osamu Dazai, who was made a little depressed by him before, raised his eyelids and looked at him, deliberately showing disgust.

"Are you dissatisfied with my eight-pack abs?"

Gojo Satoru unzipped his jacket in public, opened the hem of his short sleeves, took Dazai Osamu's hand and touched it up.

At this time, Osamu Dazai, who was still very shameless, immediately looked around, for fear that someone would see them like this, and then say that Osamu Dazai was greedy for his boyfriend's body, and would reach out to touch him on such occasions.

One thing to say, it feels really good.

Gojo Satoru's skin was white and smooth, without any wounds or blemishes, and his muscles were tight and smooth, giving him a sense of strength.It is a texture that is difficult to imitate even sculptures produced by famous artists.

The waist is very thin compared to the width of the shoulders and the figure.

His body temperature is also higher than his.

It makes people want to wrap their arms around his waist, touch his skin, and absorb the warmth.

Gojo Satoru noticed his ecstasy, and complacently leaned into his ear, the hot breath out of his breath showed that he was not at peace, and there was a playful smile in his words: "Look, you obviously like it very much."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He didn't notice that the old driver, like himself, was a little blushed by the other party's words, but forcibly showed a disgusted expression and wanted to pull his hand back.

Gojo Satoru grabbed his hand, pulled him forcefully to hide in the alley, and said generously, "Now you can touch anywhere you want."

Dazai turned his face away and didn't look at him, feeling that this posture of being pushed against the wall was too dangerous, so he immediately changed the subject: "Why did you come here suddenly?"

"I happened to be on a business trip abroad, so I stopped by and killed the person you mentioned."

Osamu Dazai didn't expect it to be so fast.

The thing he had been worrying about was suddenly solved, and the feeling of relief and emptiness made him speechless for a while.

"I didn't expect there to be such creatures as vampires. I always thought they were fantasy creatures, just like the Tamamoen that Jay caught."

"He lives in a coffin, his body below the chest is gone, and his whole body is resting on a sword. His speech also has a sense of superiority, and he regards himself as a king."

Gojo Satoru continued to speak, and his tone became a little strange when he reached the last sentence.

"He said thank you to me." He buried his head in Osamu Dazai's neck, and said sullenly, "I heard this sentence from the mouth of the person I killed for the first time."

He couldn't comprehend the act of seeing death as good and liberating, something no conjurer would experience anyway.

But he remembered Osamu Dazai.

Here is a man longing for death and long sleep.

It seems that no one can heal and retain.

Even if they were hugging each other intimately at this moment, he felt that this person was constantly falling in the direction of hell.

"Why, isn't it already very good?" He asked confusedly and persistently.

The words sounded abrupt and clueless.

But Dazai understood.

Not caring about the itch from being pricked by the other party's hair, he put his hand on Wujo Wu's back, and said in a very gentle tone: "There is no way to do this."

He knows that there are many people in this world who love him, and he also knows that as long as he wants to, many things can be easily obtained.

But he still felt very hard, tired and sad after the short-lived happiness, trapped in the ashes of the past, and let the cold and biting flames burn on his body.

It is probably because people who are attached to the other shore cannot feel the warmth of the sun, but can only feel the coldness of the moon.

"...I killed someone, and I want a reward." After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he raised his head, pressed the person firmly, and demanded a long and crazy kiss as a reward.

The feeling of suffocation and pain was not good for Osamu Dazai, but he felt strangely warmed.

The feeling of touching the warm sunshine.

This made him subconsciously stretch out his arms to wrap around the other's waist and press against him.

I don't know if it's because Gojo Satoru is very warm, even if there is no skin-to-skin contact, even through several layers of clothes, he can still feel the scorching heat.

It is the temperature of desire and fear.

When he was let go, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but say something unpleasant: "Don't you think I'm using you?"

Even he himself couldn't tell whether he really felt that Wujo Satoshi had to do with this matter, or whether he wanted to use this to distance himself from the other party.

Gojo Satoru didn't get his idea, looked at him strangely for a while, and said with a confident smile, "Isn't it because I'm the best?"

Ah, you are indeed the best.

Osamu Dazai was thinking, gradually becoming confused about his mood, but he put his arm around the other party's neck and gave double the reward.

Gojo Satoru's dream of marrying Osamu Dazai immediately was shattered after 10 minutes.

Osamu Dazai said ruthlessly that he was going to work overtime and asked him to go back by himself.

Gojo Satoru said angrily that he would destroy their company sooner or later, and Osamu Dazai also said angrily that he would really do so, and they broke up immediately.

Gojo Satoru looked at the other party's cold back, completely unaware of why things turned out like this.

I always feel that I have been tricked, but it also seems that I started it myself.

It's time to go back to the emotional counselor (Natsume Yato: ...) and have a good consultation!

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Fyodor was working, of course he was working all the time.

The only thing to be happy about is that the work he's doing will make life a little easier for him afterwards.

As long as these arrangements are completed, there is not much need for him to stay with the port mafia.

Then he can get rid of the current predicament, return to the environment that makes him comfortable, and slowly figure it out.

He can always catch the loopholes and set the city up.

The work in hand came to an end temporarily, Fyodor sighed, and began to pay attention to the situation of his teammates.

I don't understand why Osamu Dazai's subordinates and their teammates are the kind who listen to his orders and never act blindly by themselves. All of his subordinates seem to be mentally deficient, and all of his teammates are too free.

Only Sigma is honest.

But the effect is limited.

Life is not easy, Fei Jia sighed.

He opened his contact account and intelligence feedback background.

When Gogol fell off the white whale, Gojo Satoru took the opportunity to press and beat Gogol, and escaped with great difficulty, and is now recuperating from his injuries.

Although it can't be used anymore, it's better to be honest and won't cause trouble for him.

At the same time, let him know that Gojo Satoru's ability was not blocked by Goethe's magic.This shows that Wujo Satoru's level is at the level of a transcendent.

The boss is on a military and police mission, and in his free time he is working with Yukichi Fukuzawa and Ranpo Edogawa from the Armed Detective Agency.

That famous detective who looked like he hadn't grown up actually had a six-year-old child.It was the strange child who was with the Dazai family's child that day.

It seems that the boss's spirit has been relatively stable recently, and he dared to play with famous detectives.

In this way, he will not come to him to make trouble for the time being, and give him more work, which is barely good news.

Sigma succeeded Gogol and went to the government as an undercover agent. He was not very proficient, but he did not show any flaws.

He probably won't be able to use him until the later stage, which is better than worrying.

Bram... Bram dead? !

The feeling of drowsiness suddenly went away, and Fyodor became refreshed.

He thought of the planning and plans he had made for the other party for a long time, and the various arrangements he had made for this, as well as the energy and price he had paid to hide this person who should have died.

Him, cracked.

"Dong dong dong."

Someone knocked on his door right now.

Fyodor, who was extremely sad and didn't want to talk to anyone, said rationally and politely, "Come in."

The person who entered was Osamu Dazai.

There was an annoying and hypocritical smile on the other party's face, the kind that made him want to arrange eight hundred snipers to guard the door and wait for the other party to go out.

There is no doubt that this matter was written by Osamu Dazai.

This is no longer the level of knowing him very well, but is it the ghost at all?

When Osamu Dazai saw that he was polite on the outside but irritable on the inside, he was very happy.

He showed a lively and lovely smile, and rushed over to hold Moren's hand tightly: "I heard that you have vacated a position, what do you think of me?"

Fyodor: ? ? ?

Killing my teammate just to join the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, are you insane?

Osamu Dazai: "With full sincerity, I want to join you!"

Him: "...why?"

Osamu Dazai stretched his eyebrows, and said with longing: "Because I hope that after you get the book of supernatural powers, you will write the words 'Osamu Dazai is dead forever' at the end."