What if the lord is too popular

The torrential rain showed no sign of slowing down.

clatter—

Head-shaking surveillance can be seen everywhere on the street, and even if the lens is wet, it will not affect the enthusiasm for work.

Dazai beside him quietly lowered his umbrella, so low that he could only see a few steps in front of his feet clearly.

Thinking of the current situation, Yaozai couldn't help laughing at himself.

Soon, they arrived at the opposite side of the apartment, 5 minutes before the appointed time.

"I'll go up by myself." Yaozai said without doubt.

Dazai turned to look at him, his narrow kite-colored eyes filled with a comforting smile.

"Then I'll wait here." He took Yaozai's hand, "2102, if something happens, I will rush to save you as soon as possible. Teacher~ Teacher~"

thump-

Yaozai's heart skipped a beat.

For the youth's burning eyes, but also for his vows.

When the future is uncertain, nothing is more comforting than a strong backing.

but-

He raised his head, and the peaks and peaks between his brows were faintly visible.

"Can you stop calling me so deliberately, Dazai-kun."

The tone of the youth calling him is a red tick representing "wrong", and he dives madly and then rises.

"Huh?" Dazai blinked innocently, screaming again and again: "I'm just showing respect?"

Yaozai shook his head helplessly: "If the corners of your mouth don't reach your ears, I can barely believe it."

"Alright then..." The young man shrugged his shoulders, his eyes wide open, without the slightest embarrassment of being exposed as a prank, "If you really don't like this name..."

The moment he met Yaoza's eyes, he bowed his head devoutly and licked the cold rainwater from his fingertips.

"As ordered."

Promise with the highest level of respect, just like how famous generals were treated during the Warring States Period.

"!"

Yaozai was stunned, the skin that had been kissed suddenly burned hot.

This temperature spread to the fair cheeks, turning into two red clouds.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he had to look elsewhere.As if afraid that the intimacy just now would be seen through by others.

"Ha ha."

Dazai smiled lightly and took the opportunity to hug him, leaning close to his ear in a lazy tone:

"Ah, but except for special occasions~"

[Special time]?

The more specious this declaration is, the more shocking it is.

Yoya's jaw was resting on Dazai's shoulder, and his Adam's apple was rolling, so he didn't understand.

suddenly-

His gaze towards the street froze slightly, where a figure hovering in front of the cafe attracted his attention.

Even though he was fully armed with hats and masks, his blond hair, which was as warm as the sun, still leaked through the gaps.

Dazai noticed Yaoya's abnormality, let go of his arms and followed his line of sight.

"acquaintance?"

"En." Yaozai responded in a low voice.

[Lan Tangying who is being wanted. ]

Yaoza grabbed Lan Tang's arm one second before he stepped into the cafe.

The vampire was shocked, and when he turned his head to see the person coming, the murderous look in his eyes turned into sincere joy.

"Maternity house..."

He blurted out to draw curious gazes from passers-by.

Seeing this, Yaozai hurriedly made a silent gesture.

"..."

Lan Tang nodded darkly, and the three of them walked towards the nearby alleys that few people cared about.

Once in the depths, Dazai prepares to exit with dignity.

He patted Yaoya's shoulder affectionately:

"Then you guys talk, I'll go out to breathe."

The so-called "breathing" is a code word to help "watch the wind".

Before Dazai left, he glanced at Lantang with a half-smile, his leisurely attitude was in stark contrast to Lantang's vigilance.

Of course he was aware of the vampire's covetousness, and he clearly knew the source of this hostility.

However, as a former Mafia cadre, "knowing people" is a basic quality.This kind of guy who can clearly show his emotions on his face is nothing to be afraid of.

Oh, although he really wanted to take the opportunity to kiss Yaozai again.

But forget it.Anyway, there will be more opportunities in the future.

Dazai walked away pretending to be chic, still humming an out-of-tune song.

"..."

The rain was pattering, only Yaozai and Lantang were left looking at each other in the cramped space.

"Who is he?"

Almost at the same time that Dazai disappeared, the vampire took the lead in attacking.

"Do you know how dangerous you were just now?" Yaozai turned a deaf ear: "If someone finds out."

"..."

Perhaps the subconscious also resisted the answer to "Who is he?", Lan Tang said angrily:

"I just want to buy something to eat." He hung his head, twisted his fingers into twists, and his voice suddenly dropped: "Who told me I can't cook?"

Rhetorical questions are used.

"..."

Seeing his face flushed with embarrassment, Yaoza couldn't help laughing.

The stalemate disappeared in an instant.

"what's so funny!"

The vampire was even more annoyed, baring his teeth as if he would give Yaoza a bite at any moment.

"Well, it's nothing funny." Yaozai skillfully comforted him who was frowning, and suddenly turned serious: "I have something to trouble you."

[Get out of my house as soon as possible. ]

Lan Tang's eyes widened in disbelief:

"What did you say?"

"Move out of my house as soon as possible," Yaozai said firmly, "Go back to your own house or somewhere else."

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Osamu Dazai came back from shopping.

"The appointed time is almost here."

Yaozai nodded knowingly, and walked away.

"where are you going?"

Lan Tang shouted hurriedly behind him, but got no response.

Dazai watched Yaozai's figure disappear around the corner without saying a word, and turned around to see the lost Lantang.He strikes up a conversation with a smile:

"What to eat?"

Lan Tang ignored his gesture of goodwill, his complexion turned blue and white:

"I'm not hungry."

His stomach growled the opposite.

"Grumble~"

Osamu Dazai suppressed a smile: "What to eat? I'll go buy it."

ding dong—

The elevator stops on the 21th floor.

Before Yaozai stepped out of the door, he took a special look at the monitor diagonally across the ceiling.

For him who has become a wanted criminal, it is definitely not a good way to hide and hide like a mouse in the street.

While thinking, he walked towards Tong Mo's house.

ding dong—

tap tap —

Across the door, the sound of running footsteps approached.

Yaozai closed his eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready.

crunch—

The door opened.

Tong Mo's anxious face appeared in sight.

He vigilantly looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one in the corridor, he pulled Yaoza in straight away.

"Are you okay? I watched the news..."

The leader hesitated to speak, holding his wrist and looking up and down.

"hiss-"

A cry of pain that had been brewing for a long time overflowed from Yaoya's mouth.

"Fortunately."

He said as if nothing had happened, but his smile was forced by anyone.

As expected, Tong Mo noticed it, and without a word, he pushed back his wide kimono sleeves.

The bruises and wounds on the porcelain-like skin looked shocking.

"What's going on here?"

Tong Mo gasped, and looked at Yaozai without giving an inch.

Yaoza hurriedly lowered his head to dodge, rolled down his sleeves to cover up his horrible wrists.

"I was attacked on the way here, so I'm late, sorry."

How distressed it is to still care about apologizing at this time.

He was making Tong Mo slack step by step.

The leader carefully helped Yaoza onto the sofa, poured a glass of water, and sat beside him.

"What's going on? Why did you suddenly become a wanted criminal?"

Yaozai's hand rubbing the glass paused, his face was as decayed as an expired flower:

"I heard that there is something wrong with my blood, and the two policemen want to arrest me for questioning. I..."

His throat choked and he didn't continue.

But Tong Mo understood, gently held his hand and sighed:

"People are scary, who reported you?"

"Report?" Yaozai suddenly raised his head and stared at him suspiciously.

"I never said I was reported, how do you know?"

The turning point came so easily that it made people suspicious.

Yaozai remained calm, watching Tong Mo lowering his head to caress the folds of his clothes, thinking about it for a moment, and decided to use the slope to get off the donkey:

"You bugged me in my pocket? Why?"

He let the tone be mixed with disbelief, the violent heaving of his chest affected the wound, and he coughed a series of violent coughs.

"Cough cough cough..."

Tong Mo held onto Yaozai's hand, pondered for a while, then raised his head and there were two traces of tears under his eyes:

"I'm sorry," he regretted, "I just wanted to get to know you better so I could convince you to join the religion."

Yuya Ubuyashiki never expected that Tong Mo would make such a poor excuse.

It is too absurd, but it may be true.

He shook off Tong Mo's hand vigorously, got up suddenly and walked out:

"It's such an unbelievable reason, do you think I will forgive you?"

Yaozai's purpose of this trip is only one, and it is very important - to provoke Tong Mo by any means.

"Where are you going?" Tong Mo called eagerly from behind.

"Announce your behavior to the public so that more people will not be deceived."

Tong Mo stood where he was, his colorful glazed eyes filled with condescending compassion:

"Those 'humans' are not worth my troubles, only you..."

He tilted his head and muttered dreamily: "Obviously I am about to become a prisoner, but I still want to save the common people."

[You really are not normal, Yoya. ]

Tong Mo's tone is untimely joy, just like Columbus discovering the New World.

Yaozai trembled, feeling scared for no reason.

The situation is like a wild horse, galloping in an uncontrollable direction.

tap tap —

Tong Mo slowly walked towards the phone beside the tea table.

"You want to report me?"

Yaozai asked tentatively.

Tong Mo pursed his lips when he heard this, showing a indulgent smile when facing a childish curiosity.

click-

He unplugged the phone neatly, dragged the white twisted line and walked barefoot to the balcony.

"..."

The premonition instinct of the Ubuyashiki family is ready to move.

Should this man...

Yaozai followed suit.

Above the balcony, the windows are half open.

Tong Mo turned to face Yaozai, the hem of his clothes rattled in the strong wind.

"There are only two paths before you. Either join my sect, or allow me to understand human emotions."

He stretched out his hand towards Yaozai with blurred eyes, with a frightening determination:

"Otherwise I'll just have to jump from here."

At this moment-

The lightning that pierced the sky illuminates Tong Mo's rain-drenched face, and his mouth opens and closes like a dying fish:

[Hey dear Yaozai, before you save the world, why not save poor me first? ]

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