After collecting all seven bugs, I was wanted by the bosses

After Madam came back from Hakone, all the members of the Imagawa House unanimously forbade any discussion about Madam’s predecessors, including the first Oda-kun, the second Shiji-kun, the third charming Natsuyu-kun, and the fourth Gojo Jun, and his step-son Hui, who is very much loved by his wife, but seems to have left his wife forever due to an illness.

Their poor lady, the lonely lady, the lady who has been tortured by fate and is getting thinner day by day, perhaps the devil is also coveting her beauty, and the god of fate is also jealous of her perfection and feminine charm, one disaster after another befalls her By her side, taking away her most important lover.

Even Mrs. Sato, who has always envied and hated Imagawa Yuxia's chic life, couldn't help feeling pity.

After all, she had suffered misfortune for four consecutive terms, and even her lovely stepson couldn't stay by her side.

Even if she has monstrous wealth, jaw-dropping beauty, a private army and the military power to rule Japan, so what?

Then again... Mrs. Sato clutched her heart, in extreme pain, no, I ran out of words, and the more I said it, the more I felt that I was praising her.

She obviously came to comfort her and watch her jokes by the way, to show off the love between herself and her husband in a subtle way!

In the reception room, Mrs. Sato was in a heavy mood. The widowed Mrs. Imagawa was wearing a black kimono, with a pure white daisy in her pure black hair, sorrow in her eyes, and tears, every time she sobbed, it was like a weak Liu Fufeng's thin body seemed about to fall down in a second.

Mrs. Sato's distorted thoughts for a second were instantly comforted by a strange reverse. Although Imakawa Yuka has everything, she has lost her love!

right!That's right!Love is the soil that nourishes the soul!

"Mrs. Imagawa, people cannot be resurrected after death, and those who survive must continue to live with their spouse's last wish."

Mrs. Sato came to You Wu You, and held her hand distressedly, the tentacles were warm and delicate.

Not only the hands, but even the face is as flawless and smooth as protein when observed closely. Even after losing a loved one and grieving for many days, it is still unbelievably beautiful.

Mrs. Sato: "..."

Oops, she can't bear the coffin of jealousy!

Calm down, the other party has just lost her lover, she needs pity, yes, pity.

"Thank you for your comfort. I'm used to my lover abandoning me."

The beautiful widow blinked and stared at Mrs. Sato with her big moving eyes: "Do you want to stay for dinner together tonight? I hired a new Michelin chef from France, and you will definitely like it."

Mrs. Sato escaped from the fog and sight with difficulty, and smiled dryly, "My family also has Michelin-starred chefs. In fact, they are the kind of people whose status is plated with gold, and their craftsmanship is not much different. I will eat it soon Tired."

"It turned out to be like this. Fortunately, there is an old cook in my family who is good at cooking Japanese cuisine. It is said that he served the Emperor when he was young, and his descendants still occupy a place in front of the Emperor."

Mrs. Sato: ...

"The old cook was sent by my brother. In fact, I don't have much demand for food. I just need to be able to eat like a Michelin chef, but my brother won't let me refuse it. He said it was a gift to compensate for the loss of my lover. "

Barely admitted to Michelin, there is not much demand for the royal chef.

Mrs. Sato is numb.

She was wrong, she shouldn't have come here today, why don't you just call and say hello?

Why come to hear this woman Versailles in person?

But all this has just begun, which is not enough.

"Madam, your brother has brought you some gifts, please have a look."

The lady housekeeper unfolded a long catalog, from one side of the table to the other. Mrs. Sato's 2.0 eyesight made her pretend to be blind even if she wanted to.

From the auction of antique jewelry oil paintings to the limited-edition novel collection of small educational toys, the parties waved their hands with a lack of interest, and the housekeeper put it away without any surprise.

Mrs. Sato: Hehe, how about I poke my eyes to cheer you up?

There is fog and there is: hiss -- that's not necessary.

Mrs. Sato stood up abruptly, and You Wuyou, who was beside her, jumped violently in fright.

"I suddenly remembered that I still have things to do at home, so I won't stay and have dinner with Mrs. Imagawa. Goodbye."

You Wuyou was about to send her off, Mrs. Sato seemed to be furious, fearing that You Wuyou would catch up with her, and disappeared from You Wuyou's sight in a hurry.

"What's up with her?"

You Wuyou is full of question marks. Mrs. Sato is one of the few friends she has in this world. She is considerate and kind. Whenever something happens to her husband, she is always the first to appear in front of You Wuyou to comfort her.

What a nice guy.

You Wuyou glanced at the gift list before, but didn't look carefully. If she looked carefully, she would find that there was a gift with a special name among many treasures, calligraphy and paintings.

The sky has not yet swallowed the last sun, and half of the night sky has already hung a crescent moon, the sun and the moon shine together, the quiet dark blue and cold orange red are like splashed oil paintings, and the Imagawa house like a giant beast is surrounded by the crimson setting sun. Shrouded in the dark night that will not fall.

Sitting under the eaves in the fog, the setting sun without the slightest temperature elongated and shredded her shadow, her long pure black hair was scattered behind her and fell on the wooden floor.

The servants who occasionally passed by lowered their heads and walked around, for fear of disturbing Madam.

The new servant looked puzzled: "Shouldn't we go and say hello to Madam?"

"That depends on the situation. Look at Madam's expression, she is clearly missing her first, second, third, and fourth husbands! Oh yes, and Madam's beloved stepson!"

"why??"

"Don't you know? Legend has it that the night is coming, and the stars in the sky are the souls of dead relatives. Madam must be missing her lovers in this way!"

The servant looked back at the lady under the eaves of the corridor.

She looked up at the sky, her eyes were empty, her right hand unconsciously caressed her lower abdomen, probably grieving why the four lovers failed to leave her a cub as the crystallization of love.

I'm afraid it's not the husbands who can't do it, no wonder they love their unrelated stepson so much!

The NPCs have [-] layers of filters for their wives. In their eyes, the smile of the wife is a forced smile, and the radiance of the wife is because they are immersed in the beauty of the past and cannot extricate themselves.

In short, my wife is so pitiful, I am afraid that everyone has PTSD in marriage.

"It's great. It would be great if Mrs. Sato stayed. The old chef in the palace is really not comparable to Michelin."

You Wu You didn't know the impression she had in the hearts of the servants at all, she worked hard to digest food until the darkness completely swallowed the world, and she was easily sleepy when she was full.

The 180-square-meter large bedroom is still only occupied by one person in the fog. After a simple wash, the light is turned off, and the moment his head is touched by the pillow, he is dragged into a dream by the sleepiness of being clingy.

At this time, the black plot frame suddenly appeared on the top of the foggy head, and the faint electronic light illuminated the porcelain-like profile of the lady, who was asleep and unresponsive.

After the plot frame stayed for ten seconds, it gradually disappeared.

The second hand was ticking, and the fifth round of the game quietly started in the deep night without knowing it in the fog.

The bed on the other side collapsed, and a strange breath appeared out of nowhere in the bedroom. On the oversized bed, a long strip under the soft quilt was slowly twisting.

A pink head was struggling to get out of the heavy quilt. Under the dim light in the room, the pair of pink-gold eyes that were extra moist because of the sweltering heat were actively observing the environment up, down, left, and right.

The black floor reflects the yellow cat light in the corner. In the huge bedroom, it seems that every word can echo. There is no brand of furniture. More zeros and less zeros make no difference to the straight male knotweed.

This is the game world?It looks no different from reality.

Knotweed Yuren's curious eyes fell on another person who was sleeping on the same bed, her back was facing Knotweed Yuren, and as far as she could see, there was only the long hair that took up the entire pillow.

Game heroine?As if asleep.

So what should he do now?

Knotaba Yuhito tried to move, this way of entering the game is too weird, why did he appear on the bed of the heroine? !

It's best to familiarize yourself with the situation before the other party wakes up.

But his hands and feet seem to be bound by strange ring-shaped objects. His hands are pressed behind his back, and the ankles of his feet are tightly tied and he cannot break free. He is lying on the bed in a rather shameful posture, and his skin touches the bed. Based on tactile analysis, he seems to be wearing nothing...

Knotweed Youruhito blushed silently, the ignorant and immature world of young people had just entered puberty, so it was a bit shocking for young people to be so exciting when they first came up.

Just when the young man was in a daze, the black plot frame popped up, and Knotabagi Yuhito's eyes lit up.

But after seeing the content of the plot clearly, his eyes widened, his pupils trembled, and his entire expression was as stiff as cement.

[Parents are seriously ill and cost an expensive medicine every month, and there is a thin younger sister who has to go to school. I have to obey Hikoyuki Imakawa's arrangement. In fact, I don't have the courage to refuse. I need money. For this It doesn't matter if I give up my dignity and freedom... Thinking optimistically, I'm quite valuable.

The task from NPC Hikoyuki Imagawa: to please his poor and lovely sister, let her come out of the grief of losing her husband and son (unfinished)]

Knotweed Yuren: ...

This is this...

Landslides, Volcanic Eruptions, Doomsday Earth Explosion!

A shameful and nervous sob overflowed from the throat of Knotabagi Yourohito, the youthful innocence and innocence of a young man are incompatible with this 18X-like plot.

No, obviously the students all said that this is a super cool battle reasoning game!

It has been at the gate of a religious college in Tokyo for more than ten years. Except for a player named Fuguro Hui who cleared the level, no one has conquered the game so far.

For this reason, Yuzu Yujin even made a bet with his friends, at the cost of a month's breakfast! !

Could it be that if he dies before he leaves the game, he will fail as soon as he enters the game? !

But if you don't fail, this plot is completely beyond the outline!

Beads of sweat ooze from the boy's forehead because of being too nervous, and another strange woman is lying on the same bed.

Although his back was facing him, he could still see a third of his profile, and he was the most beautiful person Hirohito Katsuobu had ever seen.

No, it's not possible, Yuzu Yujin moved desperately to the side of the bed, let's get out of bed first anyway, this is really strange.

"Well--"

You Wu You, who was sleeping, suddenly felt a sharp pain from being pulled on his scalp, and subconsciously raised his hand to grab his hair, confusedly thinking that the person beside him was Hui.

"Don't play with mom's hair."

The foggy consciousness was ups and downs in the deep sea, and after a long time, it suddenly woke up.

No, Hui has already returned to reality, how could she play with her hair in the middle of the night?

Hiss—has this game finally developed into the realm of horror and supernatural?

You Wuyou turned around in horror, glaring at the uninvited guest on the bed, the other person seemed to be taken aback too, a layer of blush quickly spread on the immature and handsome face, and suddenly buried his face in the pillow, trying to cover up You Wuyou's shock The line of sight, but what's the use of covering the face, he has no clothes yet.

Due to panic, the quilt that was originally covering Yuzu Yuhito's body gradually slipped off, revealing the slender but gradually developed body of the young man, a red mark was drawn on the wrists of the hands bound behind him, and further down...

You Wu subconsciously glanced at it, and immediately shut down on the spot.

There is fog and there is: ...

Knotweed Youruhito: Deceive your ears and steal your bell!I don't know and neither do you!No one can see me as long as I cover my face! !

"Ahhhhh!!"

Suddenly, the madam screamed in terror from the bedroom.

Yuzu Yujin subconsciously wanted to cover his ears, or cover other places, but his hands were tightly bound, so he couldn't do it at all!

Youwuyou/Knottoma cuspidatum Yuhito: Help! !