What if the lord is too popular

[Tell me, do you want to find the body here. ]

[If not, will you kill me?No misery. ]

The two kissed each other intimately, in an invisible corner, or clenched their hands into fists and bulged their veins, or licked their fangs recklessly.

Under the night, their intertwined heartbeats constitute the most thrilling movement.

Plop, plop.

Suddenly, Wu Can push Yaoza away with a cold snort.

"Ah."

He suddenly spread his right hand, facing the towering tree where Dazai's body was said to be buried.

"Beware!"

Yaozai narrowed her red pupils, and quickly moved to Naomi's side.

As soon as the words fell, there was a "boom-".

The earth and gravel turned into darts and rushed towards the face, Yaozai resisted with his back, racing against time to bring the girl to safety.

"Are you OK?"

Suddenly, the girl shook her head with her eyes wide open.

"That's good." Yaoya breathed a sigh of relief.

Tong Mo, who was on the sidelines, ran towards Meteor with strides, and reached out to brush away the dirt stained on his snow-white hair.

"Are you okay, Yaozai?"

The anxiety on the face of the Bliss leader was vivid, but the only pair of glazed eyes in the world were still empty.

No amount of superb acting skills can make up for the lack of emotion.

"I'm fine too."

Yaozai lowered his head to examine himself, and found that there was a deep cut on the sleeve of his right arm, and even the shirt inside was scratched.

According to this speed and strength, his skin should leave wounds.

But except for the blood that has not dried up there, there is no hair.

The power "given" by Onimai Tsuji is indeed extraordinary.

Yaozai marveled secretly, but the blood in his body was really insignificant.

So how unfathomable is the self-healing power of the ghost king himself?

Fortunately, he didn't impulsively pierce Wu Mi's carotid artery with his fangs.

Yaozai brushed off the dirt on his clothes as if nothing had happened, raised his head and his eyes darkened slightly:

"What do you want to do, put Naomi to death?"

"You can save her once, but you can't save her the second time."

Having said all of this, he lowered his eyes without any tragic meaning.

Yaozai followed his line of sight and saw an empty pit.

[Empty pit. ]

[The system can't hold back: Master Ubuyashiki, this...]

Yaoya glanced at the girl suspiciously.

If Naomi knew that there were no dead bodies below, why did she take the pains to bring them here?

This is not logical.

The girl hugged her thin body and shivered:

"Yes, it may be further down."

Unexpectedly, Wu Mi did not refute, showing extraordinary kindness:

"Then I will dig a little deeper, but if there is no more this time, I will trouble you..."

His eyes slid past Naomi, and fixed on Yaoya's face, he smiled contemptuously, his bloodless lips parted slightly:

"Go to hell."

These two words wrapped around Yaozai's neck like poisonous green smoke, tightening it tighter and tighter.

until……

"Are you talking to me?"

Yoya crossed his arms, raised his jaw provocatively, exposing his slender neck.

His attitude towards Wu Mi has undergone subtle changes.

Maybe it's the realization that my teeth are getting sharper, or maybe it's the unforgettable pain of breaking and reorganizing my arm.

Anyway, the man won't kill him in a short time.

"Of course not." Wu Mi pursed her lips, "I won't kill you, at least not in a short time."

Geek!

Yaozai's heart skipped a beat.

Why would a man repeat his thoughts almost verbatim?

He was puzzled, peeking at the corners of Wu Mi's upturned lips from the side, and suddenly said:

"and many more!"

"Ok?"

Wu Mi's vertical pupils flickered with a smile, like a cat's unique ease when playing tricks on a mouse.

"It was you who said you wanted to offer incense to Dazai, be careful not to damage his body."

Wu Mi frowned: "Of course."

boom-

Sand splash.

If it was a thunder explosion just a moment ago, now it is at best a duck drowning.

Everyone stretched their necks, and what they saw was a camel-colored windbreaker that was covered with a layer of soil and slightly damp.

"Osamu Dazai."

Yaoza murmured with a dazed expression, his thoughts were like a tangled mess.

Of course, he didn't believe that Dazai had just died. Instead, he was curious about how Tanizaki Naomi forged the corpse.

In order to prevent his voice from being stolen again, he tried his best to get rid of inappropriate thoughts, with a sad expression on his face.

"Are you satisfied?"

Yaozai frowned, her throat was slightly constricted.

This situation fell into Wu Mi's eyes, and it became the evidence that he still had unrequited love for Dazai Zhi.

tap tap —

Wu Can walked over with a gloomy expression, his pale knuckles touched Yaozai's clothes.

Jingle Bell-

The mobile phone in his suit pocket rang, and Wu Can took it out to see, the caller ID on the screen made his expression even more stormy.

"Humph."

Wu Mi glared at Yaozai fiercely, then turned and walked out of the woods.

The remaining three looked at each other for a while, Naomi Tanizaki's legs finally couldn't support her weight, and she slumped on the ground with a "plop".

"Scared me to death!" she said, patting her chest.

Tong Mo stayed away from her in silence, and said unhurriedly:

"The only one who can make Master Wu Mi so angry is that Lord Jiu Lan."

"Lord Jiulan?" Yaozai didn't know why.

"Jiulan Litu, seems to be a very strong vampire. But I haven't seen it either."

Tong Mo stuffed his hands into the wide kimono sleeves and shrugged.

He will report information in detail, which is undoubtedly a kind of surrender.

Yaozai knew that no matter what the reason was, the Lord of Bliss was on the same front as him.

"It's cold on the ground, don't catch a cold"

Yaozai helped the girl up, found her fingers pinched into his sleeve, and blinked quickly.

Does Naomi have something to say to herself?

It's probably Dazai's fault.

But now is not a good time to communicate.

Yaozai patted the back of her hand comfortingly, at this moment...

tap tap —

Footsteps gradually became clearer.

The two let go of their hands at the same time, following the reputation, it turned out that it was Guiwu Tsuji who had gone and returned without a trace.

His gaze wandered for a few seconds between Yaoya and Naomi who were very close together, and he cleared his throat:

"I have to go out to work, and I don't have time to offer incense to this guy."

He looked down at the pit from a high position, and smiled cruelly: "I advise you not to be so hypocritical, people will be killed anyway."

Yaozai pursed his lips, showing displeasure: "Did you come here specially to ridicule me?"

Wu Mi ignored it, watching a dead leaf being carried by the cold wind and falling on Dazai's pale face.

He squinted his eyes and put his hands behind his back: "I leave the car to you, in case someone can't find their way home."

[go home]?

Yaozai scoffed, if anyone would regard the "cage" as a "home", it would definitely not be him.

"You are really a gentleman, no problem. You can't get a taxi here, so are you planning to walk?"

The similar yet completely different red pupils looked over.

Yaozai is a dark sea with occasional waves.

Wu Mi is a cold fire, wandering in the corridors of the deep castle.

"You're testing me again, Yaozai. But it's okay, since you want to know..."

The voice lingering in the ears set off a wave of air, ghosts and wolves howled in the depths of the woods, and withered and yellow leaves rushed forward one after another.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, as if even the air is twisted together.They were stumbling around and had to reach out to cover...

For a moment, everything was silent.

Yaozai was the first to open his eyes, and there was no trace of Oni Wu Tsuji in front of him.

This man really shows his strength all the time.

Yaozai frowned, his fangs were itchy.

He repeated the same trick and bit his lower lip, using his own blood to comfort him, and the wound healed again and again.

"Ah, you're bleeding!" Tanizaki Naomi exclaimed.

Yaozai came back to his senses, suppressed the turbulent blood in his eyes, and turned around without changing his face:

"Are you still going to see Dazai?"

"Yeah." The girl pointed at Tong Mo and stomped her foot in righteous indignation, "But he can't watch it because he killed it!"

"Tong Mo killed it?" Yaozai suddenly realized, "No, actually..."

"I killed it."

Tong Mo cut off the conversation, smiled at Chao Yaozai, folded his hands together and prayed devoutly:

"I hope Mr. Dazai will be born in bliss soon, then I will wait for you outside."

"Bah, hypocrisy."

Naomi spit at Tong Mo's back, and the latter paused slightly, gradually drifting away until it merged with the night.

The girl listened vigilantly on the spot for a while, and after confirming that there were no despicable prying eyes around, she hastily dragged Yaoza to the pit.

"You don't have to be sad, Yoya. Dazai-san, he doesn't..."

"Not dead." Yaozai said with a smile.

The girl's tail, which was still high just now, suddenly drooped, she let go of Yaoya's arm, and curled her lips:

"What, so you guessed it?"

"But I can't figure out how Naomi did it? Because the dead body looks real."

Naomi was flattered, and immediately became elated again.

"Of course it's because..."

"Of course it's because of her omnipotent brother Junichiro."

The towering trees near the pit, the empty air collapsed like a curtain.

wow-

A young man with orange hair and a single silver earring appeared out of nowhere in the sight of the two of them.

Naomi hung on the other side like a koala in three or two steps:

"Brother, why are you here?"

Tanizaki Junichiro embraced the girl's waist, his expression was between pleasure and the pain of being strangled to death.

"Do you think my ability is so strong that I can cast it even if I'm not nearby?"

"I don't know who said that I am omnipotent just now?"

Naomi jumped off him, Junichiro let out a sigh of relief, and walked up to Yaoya:

"Are you really Yuya Miyayashiki?"

Yaozai thought for a while: "I heard that's the case, I'm sorry, I lost my memory."

Junichiro's gaze was like an X-ray, looking from head to toe:

"Then you... also forgot our plan?"

"plan?"

"Oh, it's just to join forces to eradicate the vampire and that nasty guy." Zhimei snapped.

Yoya has reason to speculate that "that nasty guy" refers to Onimai Tsuji.

He nodded: "Let's keep the plan as usual. But I need you to do me a favor—take Naomi back."

"Why?" Zhimei's face changed suddenly, "Tong Mo and Wu Mi don't have a good thing, I can still help you here!"

"It's too dangerous." Yaozai said earnestly.

"But..." Naomi still wanted to argue.

Yoya looked away, got the understanding look from Tanizaki Junichiro, and smiled softly:

"Then I'll go first and wait for you outside."

Although we will part ways in the end, it is still possible to take a car for a while.

crunch—

Yaozai stepped on a field of fallen leaves, and within a few steps, he heard a breathless shout from behind:

"Mr. Ubayashiki, someone is waiting for you."

"Ok?"

Yaoya turned around and saw Tanizaki Junichiro being pushed up a tree by his sister, the two entangled with each other did not take his leisure into consideration.

And the pit where "Osamu Dazai's body" was once buried is only a thick layer of dead leaves.

It turns out that Tanizaki Junichiro's ability is similar to illusion.

Yaoza thought to himself, if only he had the ability to be more inclined to fight.

He walked all the way out, and the surrounding area was deserted, except for the intermittent crows, no one was waiting for him from the beginning to the end.

[Even Tong Mo is missing. ]

Yaozai suppressed the doubts in his heart and walked towards the only light source - the taxi waiting not far away.

That blindingly bright front light did more to increase fear than comfort.

Like the claws of a beast tearing at darkness, or the trick of a deep-sea anglerfish using the lamp in front of its head to lure its prey.

Yaozai pretended not to notice anything unusual, and sat in the back seat safely.

"Mr. Driver, have you seen my friend? He is wearing a golden crown and has very special eyes."

The voice just fell.

pat—

The doors on either side of him were locked.

The driver took off his white gloves and threw them on the co-pilot, slowly raised his head and looked at him through the rearview mirror, his pale face was difficult to discern:

"I heard you lost your memory again?"

The author has something to say: The narrow space of a taxi is especially suitable for cultivating feelings hhh