Welcome to the world of manga comics where everyone breaks down

14:00 pm, Ikebukuro, Tokyo.

This is the intersection of three subway lines. In the past, there were huge crowds of people, and now there is only one young man walking in the crowded subway station.

His figure was slender and tall, and he occasionally stopped to make an appearance of listening attentively, as if he was communicating with someone.

The other party seemed to say something funny, Fei Jia smiled slightly, looked at the men in black cassocks not far away, nodded and commented: "The speed is indeed a bit slow."

The patrol team surrounded him.

Fei Jia raised his hands: "I will go with you."

As if remembering something, he exhorted: "Please don't touch me."

A member of the inspection team with a bad temper stepped forward and grabbed Fei Jia's arm.

In the next second, the man bled from all seven orifices and fell to the ground.

Fei Jia sighed softly, showing pity on his face, and drew a symbol on his chest like a missionary, then clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, "Poor child with deep sins, may God forgive you."

14:05, Shibuya.

Because I was watching a movie, the lights in the room were not turned on, and a curse spirit quietly appeared beside Xia Youjie. Xia Youjie put his hand on his head, as if he was extracting some information.

Two seconds later, he smiled at Gojo Satoru, "He's in Ikebukuro now, and it seems that he has a spell that kills on touch. It just so happens that you have no lower limit, so this person will be handed over to you?"

Gojo Satoru teleported over after getting the exact coordinates. Xia Youjie stood up and patted Qi Muqianhua on the shoulder, "There are some things we need to deal with."

Qi Muqianhua looked in the direction of Gojo Satoru, and found that he had disappeared.

She was afraid that she would not see her brother again for a long time like before, so she immediately knelt on the chair and hugged the young man across the back of the chair, "When will brother come back?"

Xia Youjie rubbed her head, "Before you go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay! Then Qianhua is waiting for you!" The girl puffed up her face, "This time, keep your word."

"Will do."

After getting the guarantee, Qi Muqianhua let go of the young man and waved to him: "Come back early!"

14:07, Ikebukuro.

A man with white hair and blue eyes appeared out of thin air, and the group immediately saluted him: "Master Wutiao."

Gojo Satoru ignored it and only looked at Fei Jia, his light blue eyes were full of murderous intent.

The young man wearing a Cossack cap stood among the dilapidated ruins, saluted Gojo Satoru like a medieval nobleman, "We meet again, Silver Dragon."

Gojo Satoru didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all, he raised his finger, "Heh". "

There were ruins on top of the ruins, and the groups of people who were standing were all breathless. Gojo Satoru didn't care about the lives of others at all, he just stared at Fei Jia who was still standing.

And beside him, the brave man holding the master sword.

The thick dust enveloped the two of them like a mist. Fei Jia coughed a few times with difficulty, quickly covered his nose, looked at the brave man beside him, and asked, "Can you solve his problem?"

The brave man's sword emitted a dazzling blue light. He looked at Gojo Satoru and said with a smile, "How can you say no at a time like this?"

Gojo Satoru raised his finger expressionlessly, "The field is unfolding——"

In the next second, he and the brave man disappeared in place.

Fei Jia coughed a few more times, and found a place with less dust to sit. He sat obediently, took out a deck of poker from his pocket and played with it in his hand.

Qi Muqianhua, who was watching a movie, suddenly received a long-lost system prompt: [You have used props: Mandrill's 'Dream' x1, 'Pokémon Master's Poké Ball x1. ']

Hey, is the brave man fighting?

Qi Muqianhua found that her item warehouse had already been emptied, she poked the system, [The purpose of the brave man is to save the world, right? ]

After receiving an affirmative reply, Qi Muqianhua was still a little worried. Fei Jia's record of killing two hundred children was still engraved in her heart.

Even if it is to save the world, this sacrifice is a bit too terrifying.

Moreover, he also lied to Qianhua that it was done by her brother.

I don't know what the brave man will do this time...

Sure enough, I still have to ask him for clarification.

Qi Muqianhua poked the system, [I want to summon the brave man. ]

[You summoned your hero.

Location: Pearl Lake in Siberia.

Are you sure? ]

Qi Muqianhua pressed the confirmation button, and the scene suddenly changed. A young man stood there. From Qimu Qianhua's perspective, only his thin profile could be seen.

He was not wearing his Cossack cap. Hearing the footsteps, the young man smiled back, his grape red eyes curved into crescent moons, "Nice to meet you, my princess."

14:13, Ikebukuro.

When Xia Youjie walked into the subway station, the battle here was obviously over.

Gojo Satoru was nowhere to be seen, only Fei Jia in a white hat was sitting in the corner.

"first meet."

Hearing footsteps, Fei Jia put the cards back into his pocket, stood up and saluted him, and then asked, "Do you have time to play a game with me?"

Xia Youjie sat in mid-air, reading the images in Manu Ling's mind.

After Gojo Satoru expanded his domain, he disappeared together with the brave man facing him who was holding a sword.

Fei Jia possessed a supernatural ability that seemed to be summoned, and a spell that would kill him on touch. He could disappear with Gojo Satoru, and he had enough time to escape, but he stood there and waited for him.

This time he was clearly prepared.

Xia Youjie narrowed his purple eyes, not intending to act rashly, "Please tell me."

Fei Jia took out a map of Tokyo and unfolded it.

He raised his slender white fingers and pointed at Xia Youjie's current residence, "This is the heart."

Qianhua is here.

Xia Youjie's fingers curled up, and a curse spirit strangled Fei Jia's neck.

Fei Jia was not affected at all, and smiled with ease, "Kill me, and the fuse will be ignited immediately."

The movement of the curse spirit stopped.

Fei Jia clicked on the four corners of the map again: "This is the limbs."

His fingertips moved slowly along the subway line: "These are... blood."

"There's a bomb in every cell of Tokyo."

Xia Youjie's pupils narrowed slightly, and the curse spirit punched Fei Jia hard.

Fei Jia knelt down on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he smiled indifferently: "There is only one lead wire, find it, and extinguish it."

After a few more punches, Fei Jia curled himself up. His pale face was covered with blood, but he laughed loudly like a madman, "You still have 16 hours left."

"I have many curse spirits under my command."

Xia Youjie walked up to Fei Jia and looked down at him, "There are many doctors who can reverse the operation."

The mantra lifted Fei Jia up like a piece of paper, and Xia Youjie brought it back to the base of the Tokyo Sect, with a soft tone, "Enjoy it."

14:40, taught in Tokyo.

Fei Jia was thrown into a dark prison cell, and the curse spirit carried out horrific punishments on him. When he was on the verge of death, he would be healed by spells again.

The young man frowned slightly, his beautiful grape red eyes were full of tears, his slender and pale wrists were handcuffed by black handcuffs, and his delicate face was full of alluring fragility.

Some conjurers couldn't bear it, and secretly cured him in advance. Fei Jia smiled gratefully at these people, "May God protect you."

A young girl asked curiously, "Are you a Christian?"

"Do not."

"I believe in a great hidden being."

Fei Jia looked at the girl who opened Pandora's Box for everyone, and smiled slowly, "Do you have time to listen to his motto?"

14:40, ■■■■.

The blue lake was wrinkled by the breeze. The girl looked at the information in her hand, her hands trembling, "You mean... he, he is not my brother."

The young man sighed, "He lied to you."

Qi Muqianhua felt that the whole world was about to collapse.

If Qianhua recognizes her brother wrongly, then what did Qianhua do before...

She gave all the love and love that should be given to her brother to another person.

"It's not true."

The girl fell to her knees and pushed away the documents with a broken face, "It's not true, how could he not be Qianhua's elder brother?"

"Qianhua doesn't believe..."

The young man knelt down in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders, "I'm sorry, but this is the truth. If we hadn't met your real brother in Yokohama this time, maybe we would have been kept in the dark."

"The real brother of...?"

These words made Qi Muqianhua stop trembling, she raised her head, "I, I don't believe you."

"Qianhua has already promised her brother that she will never trust you again."

The young man raised his eyebrows and took out a recording pen from his pocket.

He pressed the red button, and immediately a young and cheerful voice came from inside, "The mouse that came back from the dead, what can I do with Detective Ben?"

……

Some memories flooded into my mind following the voice.

[Back to life?No, it's not, it's time and space backtracking, but if Qianhua wants to understand it this way, there is no problem at all. ]

[Rat?If you are afraid, let your brother handle it. ]

[Can't you find your brother without anything?Is it the nonsense that Sorasuke taught you again?As long as Qianhua comes over, her brother's answer will always be: I am in a free period and I am not disturbed. ]

It's exactly the same voice as in the recorder.

It's brother.

This is the elder brother, what about Xia Youjie?What is Xia Youjie!

Qi Muqianhua cried loudly, "But Mr. System said it, it said that Xia Youjie is Qianhua's elder brother!"

Why, who is lying to Qianhua, who is lying to her!

Why lie to her, she is so stupid, she has nothing, she can't do anything.

Why lie to her?

Qi Muqianhua recalled the first day she met Xia Youjie, a system suddenly appeared in her mind, and then there was a dragon, a brave man...

Aren't these things from novels and fairy tales?

How could it possibly exist in real life?

Qianhua is so stupid, Qianhua has only now realized that these are all fake.

That's right, it's all fake.

Maybe Qianhua is dreaming...

Or maybe Qianhua is just a test subject, a psychopath, or a lunatic.

Qianhua may not have an older brother at all.

If my brother really likes Qianhua...as Qianhua imagined, how could he not show up for so long?

How could my brother watch Qianhua being fooled around by others, how could he watch Qianhua call someone else's brother, how could he cry watching Qianhua!

This world is not real.

It's all just Qianhua's imagination, right?

In fact, there is nothing in reality, no dragon, no brave man, no brother, and no thousand flowers.

Just like in the movie, Qianhua is a mentally ill, a vegetable, and when she is about to die, she has absurd dreams...

"Don't think about it."

The young man cupped her face, "Don't cry like that."

Qi Muqianhua raised her head and met those deep eyes.

The young man's red eyes were full of fanatical love, he licked the tears off the girl's face, "It's true, it's all true, the ring you gave me is still here..."

The young man erected the empty ring finger of his left hand in front of the girl's eyes, and his extremely soft tone made people feel creepy, "Look, this is the ring you put on me..."

This, this is not the brave man!

A brave man would not look at Qianhua with such eyes, would not eat Qianhua's tears, let alone say such strange words!

This is not, not her Hero-sama.

Qi Muqianhua pushed him away, and shouted in a broken voice: "Damn guy, bastard, pervert, you, you go away!"

She hugged herself tightly, then poked the system, "I want to go back, I want to go back!"

The girl disappeared by the lake, and the young man gave a soft "ah" and said to his two companions, "I'm sorry, I seem to have screwed up."

The brave man who was fighting Gojo Satoru frowned, [Why? ]

The white-haired man sensed his distraction and tore his head off.

The next moment, the brave man appeared not far away, threw an elf ball over, and put Gojo Satoru inside, [A elf ball can only trap him for 1 minute. ]

One thousand minutes, sixteen hours.

Someone beside Fei Jia has blocked the attack of the curse spirit for him, and more and more people in his cell began to listen to his teachings, Fei Jia focused on two things: [It is consistent with our calculation. ]

[He's stronger than we thought. ]

The brave man died again, he said, [I guess if the 'beautiful dreams' are exhausted, the poke ball will also be useless. ]

[understood. ]

Fei Jia asked the young man again, "Tell me, why did you fail?" ]

The young man is collecting the tears that Qi Muqianhua fell on the ground just now, [Ah, I was so excited when we met for the first time, my blood is on fire, she is still crying, crying so cutely... I didn’t kiss her It's restrained enough. ]

The young man thought of the feeling of licking the girl's skin just now, and a smear of shame appeared on his pale face, [You can feel it?That tear is salty. ]

The brave used another poke ball, [Well, you did a good job on this one thing only. ]

Fei Jia frowned slightly: "You frightened her." ]

[There is an old saying in China: Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years. ]

The young man teleported himself to Yokohama, put his fingers on the keyboard, and said with a smile: [When the stray dog ​​crawled back home, waiting for him was not a warm light, but a little hedgehog erecting a high wall...]

[Stop your fantasies. ]

Fei Jia said coldly: [Give me the recording pen, I have only heard an old saying in China called "remedy after a sheep is replaced." ]

The young man turned a deaf ear, he sighed and raised his head, [Well, guilty pleasure, you can’t do without music at that time. ]

After all, he stood up and walked to a room next to him.

Turn on the lights, draw the curtain, jump onto the stage, and the young man sits down on the piano bench.

He picked up a piece of rosin, and in the other hand held the bow.

A voice recorder appeared in Fedya's pocket.

[It's more fun when it's broken, isn't it?We are in such a mess, how can she be alone. ]

The rosin rubbed slowly on the bow, the young man narrowed his eyes and smiled innocently.

14:45, Shibuya.

Qi Muqianhua returned to Xia Youjie's residence, and the movie was still playing on the huge screen.

The protagonist in the movie is eaten by a monster in one bite.

She covered her head and screamed, frightening the two teenagers beside her.

"Qianhua, what's wrong with you!"

Knotweed Yujin patted her on the back and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, it's just a special effect, it's okay."

Fu Heihui stood up and turned on the light, and pressed the remote control to fast forward to the ending.

The heroine returned to her home and embraced happily with her family.

Sitting next to the girl, he said slowly, "Look, the ending is good, she went home."

Hearing the word "go home", Qi Muqianhua's body trembled violently, she covered her face and cried louder.

... Qianhua cried like that that time too.

The two teenagers looked at each other, realizing that it wasn't because of the movie, Knotabagi Yuhito gently held the girl's hand, "Qianhua."

"Do you want a hug?" he asked.

The girl shook her head, frightened.

"Youren."

"Are you real?" she asked.

Knotabazu Yujin was taken aback, "What?"

"He's real."

Fu Heihui broke off the girl's hand, let her look at him, and said in an unquestionable tone, "We are all real, your good friend."

"good friend."

Both Yuren and Megumi are real...

is her good friend.

Could this be Qianhua's imagination...?

Fu Heihui raised the girl's hand, and the shell bracelet on the white wrist made a crisp sound when they collided, "Look."

He said: "This is the bracelet I gave you, and it is real."

"Yes!"

Yuzu Yujin put his head into Qi Muqianhua's arms, "Didn't Qianhua say that she wanted to rub my head before, you can rub it now, I specially washed my hair before leaving today!"

"..."

Saiki Chika tentatively put her hand on the boy's head, the fluffy pink hair was frizzy, and the black shaved hair underneath was a bit irritating.

It looks shaggy...but feels surprisingly sharp.

But it's so real... If it's fake, then Youruto's hair must be the touch she imagined, right?

"His hair is frizzy."

Fu Heihui took her hand and placed it on her head, "Touch mine."

The young man dodged his eyes, his green pupils were full of shame, "If you insist on touching your head."

The black-haired boy's hair looks like spikes and is raised up high, but it feels unexpectedly soft and smooth to the touch, like his character of cold outside and hot inside - a sweet bonbon hidden under the iceberg.

"Eh……"

Yuzu Yujin touched his ears, looked at Fuheihui, and said with a smile, "Hui! How could your hair be easier to touch than mine!"

Qi Muqianhua was amused by his self-confidence, and started to cry the next second after laughing. She felt that this was too embarrassing, and she really seemed like a strange psychopath.

Qi Muqianhua withdrew her hand, she covered her face, not knowing how to face these two boys, "I'm sorry..."

"Qianhua is just so sad."

The more she talked, the more sad she became: "Qianhua recognized her brother wrong..."

"That's not your problem."

Fu Heihui sat beside her, "As you said, it's not Xiaoniao's fault."

He held Qi Muqianhua's hand, and his clear youthful voice was extraordinarily calm at this moment, "That's something adults should worry about."

"Yes."

The girl looked down, and the golden eyes of Knotabazu Yujin curved up, "It's the fault of these adults for making Qianhua mistake her brother, no matter what?"

"Yes, is that so?"

"That's right!"

The young man nodded firmly, and used her logic to persuade her, "Because Qianhua can easily trust others, and in this case, those liars are the most abominable existence."

Qi Muqianhua was obviously convinced by her own set of theories, she was relieved, what Youreto said was right, it was not Qianhua's fault.

Immediately, she lost again.

"But now Qianhua knows where her brother is, but she doesn't want to look for him anymore."

Her heart is full of guilt for her brother, and she wants to see him.

But she didn't dare to go after her brother because of a single voice, eyes, or something else.

If it was the older brother, he would definitely come to find Qianhua.

But since he hasn't come for so long, maybe Qianhua really doesn't have a brother.

Her tears fell drop by drop on the little skirt, "Qianhua is a bad boy, Qianhua is so tired and wants to rest."

Fu Heihui covered her eyes, "Then rest, don't think about anything, Youren and I are here."

Yuzu Yujin nodded immediately, "That's right! Brother Fuhei and I won't let a single mosquito in!"

Youren and Hui.

Reciting these two names silently, the girl felt as if a pool of warm spring water poured into her heart. She summoned up her courage and said, "I don't want to stay here anymore."

She held the little tiger pendant tightly, her voice choked up, and she begged, "Take me away."

"Follow Youren and Hui, you can go anywhere."

The black-haired boy called out his flying spell, "Do you want to go climbing?"

He stood up, "We didn't take a good look at the sunset that day."

Knotabagi Youruto asked her, "Would it be better to hug now?"

"Will do."

Saiki Chika said honestly, "Qianhua likes to hug Youruto."

So the boy picked her up by the waist, sat on Fu Heihui's curse spirit, "Fly quickly."

……

"Don't use the same tone as calling a driver."

Fu Heihui had a cold face, "If you want to fly, you must at least find an open place..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuzhang Yuren jumped off the curse spirit, "I understand."

He punched a hole in the wall in front of him, and then punched several times in a row, and the wall collapsed.

……

The pink-haired boy put away his fists, smiled at the girl, "Qianhua hates the one here, so I smashed it, are you happier?"

"some."

Qi Muqianhua tightly clutched the corner of her skirt, she may not have a brother, but she has a friend.

Both Youruhito and Kei are here.

They are real, they must be.

Qi Muqianhua subconsciously raised the hand wearing the bracelet to hold the little tiger pendant, and whispered: "Thank you."

15:02, taught in Tokyo.

Xia Youjie had already sent out all his curse spirits.

Strictly speaking, Tokyo is not big, but it takes sixteen hours to clear the endless bombs, which is almost impossible to complete.

But Xia Youjie is different. He has tens of thousands of curse spirits. They are tireless and extremely fast. After sixteen hours, most of the bombs will be dismantled.

Xia Youjie dispatched his subordinates to evacuate the civilians. Before the air wall was opened, he didn't want Tokyo to become an empty ruin.

Several subordinates rushed over and knelt in front of him, "Lord Xia You, the prisoner has given some clues."

The youth waited for the next article.

Several subordinates suddenly became violent, and all four of them attacked him together.

The young man raised his eyebrows and kicked a person away while dodging the attack behind him. His black hair fluttered slightly with his movements, and the long bangs on his forehead also swayed in agile arcs.

"Have you been instigated again?"

Xia Youjie seemed to have expected this, and said calmly, "What a brainless mouse."

"I'm sorry, Master Xia You!"

The subordinate was full of tears, "I just want to protect my family!"

Xia Youjie didn't care much about the rat's thoughts, he smiled lightly, and brushed the sleeve of his cassock, "Even if I don't have a single mantra now, a thousand rats like you can't hurt me."

As he said, the four of them quickly lost their breath. Xia Youjie wiped off the blood on his face and clicked his tongue lightly.

mouse blood...

It's disgusting.

The young man jumped out of the pool of blood and walked towards the cell step by step. When he arrived at the destination, the sleeves of his cassock had been soaked in blood, but the pure white footsocks on his feet were still spotless.

Fei Jia sat on a chair with his legs together, and in front of him was a European-style round table that he found somewhere.

Hearing the footsteps, Fei Jia raised his eyes and smiled gently at Xia Youjie, "Welcome to taste the taste of betrayal."

Xia Youjie sat down opposite him, but the subordinates who had been guarding the prisoners glared at him at this moment, "Master Xia You, only when you die can Tokyo gain a real new life."

"..."

Xia Youjie called all the way. At the time when his blood was surging, he laughed instead of anger when he heard this. He was too lazy to talk to a group of mice. It didn't take long for the corpses to pile up on the ground.

Thinking of Fei Jia's miraculous ability to die on touch, Xia Youjie sat opposite him, panting slightly, "What is your purpose?"

Fei Jia wondered how long it would take before he could be beaten into a stray dog, "I'm very interested in your ideal, exterminating all ordinary people sounds like a great plan, do you have time to explain it in detail? "

This is crazy.

After Xia Youjie came to a conclusion, he gave up on communicating with Fei Jia.

Fei Jia took out his deck of cards again, "How about playing a game?"

Xia Youjie ignored it, and Fei Jia said to himself, "Well... what's the bet?"

He picked up a Q of spades between his fingers, and used it to cover one of his eyes, "Qianhua, let's use our Qianhua as a bet, how about it?"

Xia Youjie sat up straight, his face darkened, "Are you dreaming?"

The young man put down the playing cards and sighed regretfully, "I don't want to play."

"Then I'll just have a showdown."

Fei Jia turned over the playing cards and unfolded them. There were 52 cards, all of which were Queens of Spades.

"She's my queen."

"You're trying to piss me off."

Xia Youjie straightened his hair again, "Stop playing such useless tricks."

He didn't have to do anything, he just had to watch Fei Jia here, and it was enough not to let his mouth try to trick those brainless mice.

If the time is delayed, his spell can solve most of the bombs.

"It seems that your concentration is slightly better than that silver dragon."

Fei Jia raised his eyebrows, and took out two playing cards from his pocket, "Fortunately, I prepared this."

He held the king between his fingertips and introduced, "This is Wujo Wu."

Fei Jia seemed to be eager to use all the derogatory terms in the world on Gojo Satoru: "A poor fellow who is arrogant, stupid and impulsive, greedy, self-willed, arrogant and rude at the same time."

After all, he changed a Xiao Wang and introduced, "This is you, a humble and cowardly stray dog."

Xia Youjie was a little amused by this kind of differential treatment, he thought he had nothing to argue with a lunatic.

Fei Jia put away all the Black Queen playing cards, put the two joker cards on the table, picked up a recording pen, placed it between them, and pressed the play button.

The girl's panicked cries resounded through the room.

"Damn guy, bastard, pervert, you, you go away!"

She was so helpless, she didn't know who to pray to, "I want to go back! I want to go back!"

Xia Youjie stood up abruptly, his gentle eyebrows and eyes full of hostility, he kicked the table over, "You, did, what, what?"

There was no news from the curse spirit placed on Qi Muqianhua's side, but Xia Youjie knew that the recording was definitely not forged.

There is no data to imitate her panicked and endearing tone.

Even though he knew that every sentence of the young man in front of him contained a trap, Xia Youjie still inevitably felt angry and flustered.

How desperate must she be when she cried like this?

Fortunately, he still remembered not to touch the young man in front of him, so Xia Youjie raised his finger and recalled his curse spirit.

Fei Jia showed disappointment, "It seems that my wife is not very important to you."

He laughed and said, "If it was the silver dragon, he would have lost his mind and cut off my neck by now, right?"

Several curse spirits broke his wrist, Fei Jia coughed a few times, and fell to the ground, spitting blood.

His exquisite face was full of smiles, "That's it? Do you dare to beat me with a spell? Come on yourself, what are you afraid of, death? That's just a necessary process for human beings."

"Ha." Xia Youjie let the curse spirit kick Fei Jia's stomach hard, "No matter what you use, you'll be fine."

Xia Youjie stepped on the back of a flying spell spirit. He wanted to go back and see her.

He should have understood earlier that the only way to feel at ease is to have precious treasures with him at all times.

Fei Jia clutched his stomach and frowned in pain, "Great power is often accompanied by brutality and arrogance."

The brave man agreed with this, and the man with white hair and blue eyes had apparently lost his mind in the endless cycle of reincarnation, and began to try to tear the poke ball apart with his bare hands.

The brave had to fight it in advance: [The most savage one is going crazy. ]

Fei Jia looked a little more serious, "Then I was beaten in vain." ]

The young man who was typing on the keyboard in Yokohama was thoughtful when he heard the words, [If you make up for it, what can we do with your wound? ]

A white ribbon appeared out of nowhere, one end was wrapped around his thin wrist, and the other end was wrapped around the neck of a curse spirit.

The curse spirit flying in mid-air betrayed its master. It turned around and tried to throw Xia Youjie off.

Xia Youjie lost contact with the curse spirit in front of him. He frowned and grabbed its neck, "Keep flying."

The curse spirit struggled a few times, but finally succumbed to his powerful strength and became obedient again.

Xia Youjie's brows did not relax.

On the night of curfew in Tokyo, every ten o'clock, thousands of lights will be extinguished in an instant.

The connection between him and the curse spirit was like these lights, which disappeared in the last instant.

Immediately afterwards, dense curse spirits surrounded him.

"Is that so?" Xia Youjie chuckled, "The taste of betrayal..."

He stepped on the only curse spirit, and the light blue cassock had already been dyed blood-colored. Xia Youjie tore off his sleeves, revealing his thick arms, "It's really troublesome."

15:39, Conjuration High School.

The girl lying on the grass received a system prompt: [You have used props: 'Takegawa Hotaru's Ribbon' x1. ]

Qi Muqianhua frowned, not going to pay attention to these anymore.

Qianhua only wants to stay with Yuren and Hui, they are the real ones.

She lifted the little rabbit up and put it in front of her, "What's its name?"

"Take off the rabbit."

Fu Heihui sat beside her, his slightly long hair was blown back by the wind, "If you like, I have many more."

"Qianhua likes it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a large group of rabbits fell from the sky and completely drowned her.

"It's really a lot."

The girl was buried in the pile of rabbits and did not dare to move, Fu Heihui smiled and said, "You can get up, you won't hurt them."

Being surrounded by fluffy soft hair is extremely healing, like falling into a soft, warm cloud for an instant.

Like Wu's love...

Qi Muqianhua's thoughts stopped suddenly.

thousands of flowers,

really,

is a madman.

A mess of memories, piece by piece, floated into her mind like messy snowflakes.

Qi Muqianhua covered her head and cried out in pain, "Brother."

She subconsciously shouted, "Qianhua hurts so much."

Where are you, why don't you come to Qianhua?

At 4:00 in the morning, S County, Left Flank Town.

The pupils of the pink-haired boy sitting dryly at the desk narrowed slightly, his fingers trembling.

[Thousand flowers. ]

Her voice faded like an electric wave.

Saiki Kusuo opened the notebook and wrote on it: The 830th [-]th timeline, she was crying again, and this time when she called me, her tone was hesitant, which showed that she began to doubt my existence and needed to speed up the progress.

The notebook was densely filled with words, and Saiki Kusuo closed it with a calm expression.

As long as she is alive.

He will find her.

Thousands of times.

17:30, taught in Tokyo.

After a long battle, Xia Youjie's magic power was exhausted, and he was beaten to the ground by dense numbers of magic spirits.

Honglong roared and stood in front of him.

"Rainbow Dragon."

Xia Youjie raised his head, "Come back..."

Honglong rolled up Xia Youjie, carried him to the sky, and flew towards Shibuya.

There was still a white ribbon tied around its neck, and Xia Youjie couldn't take it back.

He also doesn't have a shred of magic power, he can only watch it being attacked.

Those curse spirits were attached to Honglong's body like mosquitoes and leeches. It screamed in pain, but it still flew forward.

His rainbow dragon has the hardest shell and is the existence most connected with him.

It knew he wanted to go back, so it was trying to fly.

It was trying to fly, then fell halfway down the road.

A huge dragon just drifted away like a piece of paper, leaving only a little bit of filth and a pure white ribbon, showing traces of its existence.

The words that the girl said on his chest that day are still in his ears.

"My big man is gone, I am a little sad, I don't want my brother to feel this sad."

At that time his answer was:

"I won't be sad."

Xia Youjie fell with his rainbow dragon, and the rainbow dragon nudged him lightly before dissipating.

Xia Youjie got the last bit of magic power offered by Honglong, which made him endure the pain of falling to the ground from a high altitude.

A curse spirit took this opportunity to bite his shoulder and tear it wildly.

The taste of betrayal.

It is salty and bitter.

The rich bitterness makes people boil like a volcano.

The young man's cassock has become dilapidated, and his white inner garment is stained with blood.

He grabbed the mantra by the throat and tried to knead it into a ball.

The magic power Honglong gave was only a little bit, but for Xia Youjie, it was enough.

He swallowed the curse spirit whole.

One after another, one after another, Xia Youjie swallowed all the curse spirits in front of him like swallowing a rag to wipe off vomit.

In the basement of Yokohama, the young man sat on the stage, and a light shone on his head, making him look extremely elegant.

The young man's black hair hung down, and his slender fingers curled up.

A sad, pitiful piano sound played.

The spell spirits on the periphery rushed up like a tide, and as if they had received some orders, they all disappeared in place.

Summer oil