A Kexue's liquid protective film railgun

Outside the clear glass window is a white night intertwined with lights and neon lights, and the bright moonlight smudges through the glass on the girl's cheeks, leaving spots of light.

Misaka Mikoto quietly sat sideways on the sofa, and the fingertips that Shokuhou Misaki gently tapped between her eyebrows were soft and warm.

She only felt that those eyes filled with honey were shining—the stars imprinted in the pupils were far more dazzling than the stars hanging in the sky, such tiny and bright lights were burning, and the temperature in the room slowly changed Gotta be scorching hot.

"...Stop joking." Misaka Mikoto finally reacted slowly, lowered her eyes and turned her face sideways, "I won't let you, a wicked guy, look at my brain."

She stared at the light that fell on the floor and was cut and shattered by the window lattice. She unconsciously closed her fingers slowly while speaking, and crumpled the towel she was pinching.

Misaka Mikoto's heart is really moved by letting the electromagnetic gun get rid of the shackles of distance and speed. She thought about the "manipulation of water" that Shokuhou Misaki said, and it is indeed feasible-but if you want to do this, It was necessary to let Shokuhou Misaki control her brain.

Misaka Mikoto couldn't accept this.

At least not now.

It is true that the relationship between Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki has progressed by leaps and bounds, and the atmosphere between them is even more ambiguous and sticky than ordinary young couples, but even couples who have formed a family may not be able to completely Give your brain to the other party to check, right?

It was difficult for Misaka Mikoto to accept that her brain was probed.

"Who made you have an annoying electromagnetic barrier?" Shokuhou Misaki withdrew her fingers and spread her palm helplessly at her, "I can't do anything about you."

She smiled softly, the starlight in her pupils flickered slightly under the moonlight.

Although Shokuhou Misaki really wanted to see what was going on in Misaka Mikoto's mind, but what was more important to her was not the matter of "exploring Misaka Mikoto's brain", but "Misaka Mikoto's willingness to Open your mind for her."

The queen bee, who has enough time, is not in a rush.

As long as she gave Misaka Mikoto that idea as a seed, she would always be able to wait until the seed took root in the girl's heart and finally grew into a sky tree.

"It's late, it's time to go to bed, idiot." Misaka Mikoto picked up the towel and put it on Shokuhou Misaki's head.

Shokuhou Misaki always had a smile on her face, and she didn't care about Misaka Mikoto's rude behavior, and carefully wiped off the excess moisture gathered in her hair with a towel.

There is a rather large mountain forest on the outskirts of Yokohama—and in the dense forest surrounded by trees, the wooden house stands quietly among the lush branches and leaves, and the moonlight silvers the sunken wood.

Warm light glowed vaguely from the gaps in the wooden house, and it was obvious that there were people living here.

"Ahead of schedule..."

The blond young man in dark blue suspenders leaned against the wooden wall, looking at the suddenly recessed part of the room - where the stairs leading to the basement were connected.

The man who was his companion had long hair like seaweed, and was tall but extremely thin.He looked tired and did not respond to the blond youth's words at all.

Apparently, the blond-haired young man, John, didn't expect Lovecraft to be as talkative as the average person, so he was just talking to himself.

"Forget it, it doesn't make any difference sooner or later." He moved his wrist indifferently, "The sooner it ends, the sooner I can go back to my hometown."

Lovecraft seemed to have encountered something inexplicable. His hand hidden under his sleeve suddenly turned into dozens of tentacles, tangled and twisted into a shape that looked like a dog but not a dog.

"Short-legged dogs..." Lovecraft also appeared to speak slowly, "... isn't it cute?"

John's eyes fell on the dog-like "short-legged dog" whose tentacles were still writhing. He hesitated to speak: "... Except you, no one should think this thing is cute."

Lovecraft seemed extremely disappointed, but John didn't care about his mood, but as if he remembered something funny, a look of contempt appeared on his face.

"It's wishful thinking to want to destroy Lovecraft's spirit."

And the consequences of trying to destroy Lovecraft's spirit-probably make the child's life worse than death.

John remembered something and walked down the stairs leading to the basement.

Walk through the somewhat dark corridor, open the small door at the end, and the warm yellow light in the basement pours out.

What is astonishing is that the walls of the basement are covered with dense tree roots, and in the center of the room is a huge tree composed of roots and branches.

The person bound by the branches has black and white hair, and the wound cut by the thorns and iron seeps through the bandage, slowly dripping scarlet blood.

——Hisaku Yumeno.

"Does it hurt?"

John asked him.

Yumeno Hisaku moved his fingers, but no sound came out.

He is in pain, how can it not be in pain?Every minute and every second, he felt tremendous pain rampaging through his body, almost twisting his lungs.

Obviously, John didn't intend to get an answer from Yumeno Hisaku, he watched Yumeno Hisaku's powerlessly lowered head, and the words that came out of his lips were much crueler than his calm tone.

"Your pain sense is connected to all the trees in Yokohama. Whether it's climbing, stepping on, or cutting down, even if it's just breaking the tiniest branch, it will make you feel great pain, right?"

Although it was a questioning sentence pattern, John used an unusually positive tone when speaking.As the master of the supernatural ability, he knows the function of this ability better than anyone else.

Drop by drop of blood fell down Yumeno Hisaku's fingertips, and when it hit the ground, it fainted into dark black blood. The boy's complexion was as pale as paper, and his thin body trembled deeply.

Misaka Mikoto was a little listless.

She and Shokuhou Misaki were sitting in the restaurant of the hotel, and the small round table in front of them was filled with delicious food.

This is the buffet restaurant in this five-star hotel. Although it is a buffet, the taste of the dishes is much better than many restaurants outside.

Misaka Mikoto has no appetite, she only ate a sandwich, and there is still half of the hot milk in the porcelain white cup, which is slowly steaming into a dense mist.

Shokuhou Misaki seems to have a lot of appetite.

Of course, the blond girl's dining posture is also in line with the etiquette of the eldest lady, but it's a pity that more than half of the white plate is full of fat desserts with high calories at first glance.

"I said, this is lunch, isn't it afternoon tea?" Misaka Mikoto couldn't help it, "Is it really good to eat so many sweets?"

Shokuhou-san prayed eloquently: "So many things happened in the past two days, I urgently need sugar to replenish the lost brain power."

"Besides, don't I eat so much sweets every time? It's been two weeks since the last time I ate dessert with my belly open!"

"Aren't you gaining weight? You have to thank the members of your faction for their supervision to keep in shape, right?"

Misaka Mikoto looked Shokuhou Misaki up and down, and made a bad evaluation of her body, "Although it looks very slender, except for the two useless fat on the chest, the whole body is probably full of fat Right? Just like an uncle with a beer belly."

"Hey, hey, I said, Misaka-san, please quickly throw away your unpleasant delusional words that have no basis in fact!"

Shokuhou Misaki put down his knife and fork, and elongated his tone in dissatisfaction, "How can such a beautiful girl with a radiant and perfect figure be associated with the beer belly uncle?!"

"Humph."

Misaka Mikoto let out an unpleasant tone from her nasal cavity, and then she took out a quack-shaped mobile phone from her skirt pocket, and pointed the camera at Shokuhou Misaki, who had a plate full of desserts in front of her.

With the sound of "click", Shokuhou Misaki opened up the evidence of eating dessert and it appeared on Misaka Mikoto's cell phone.

Shokuhou Misaki immediately had a bad feeling: "...Misaka-san, what are you trying to do by suddenly taking pictures?"

"Of course it will be sent to the members of your faction," Misaka Mikoto said with a teasing smile on her face, "Let them take a good look at how Her Majesty the Queen is easily overwhelmed by the desire for sweets. "

"It's so vicious! Delete this disgusting photo as soon as possible!"

The blond queen was out of breath, her voice immediately raised several degrees.She tried to reach out and grab Misaka Mikoto's cell phone - the result was a matter of course, as a sports idiot, how could Shokuhou Misaki get the cell phone from Misaka Mikoto's hands?

Along with the words, Misaka Mikoto attached the photo to the email and chose "Junko Hokaze" as the recipient.

Soon, a notification box popped up on the screen of the phone: the email has been sent.

Shokuhou Misaki froze.

It didn't take long, about 30 seconds later, Shokuhou Misaki's cell phone rang.

The queen bee was silent for about a century, until the communication sound rang again, and she reluctantly took out the mobile phone from the handbag with Misaka Mikoto's eyes watching the joke.

The four big characters Fanfeng Runzi were displayed on the screen.

After about another century of silence and struggle, Shokuhou Misaki pressed her lips tightly, and after giving Misaka Mikoto a vicious look, she connected the video call.

Because across the screen, Shokuhou Misaki couldn't use "psychological control" to manipulate Junko Hokaze to keep her from speaking—so, instead, the faction's queen was very embarrassed by the subordinate members.

Fanfeng Junzi has always been gentle and reliable towards Shokuhou Misaki, and they were both born in the "talented house", so compared to her subordinates, Fanfeng Junzi's love for Shokuhou Misaki seems to have a bit of maternal brilliance .

Therefore, the rambling sermons from Junko Fanfeng made Shokuhou Misaki a little overwhelmed, and the blond-haired queen could only bite the bullet and wait for Junzi Fanfeng to finish her lecture.

And the whole time, Misaka Mikoto was watching Shokuhou Misaki's jokes.

After the communication was over, Shokuhou Misaki looked over with a sneer, "Misaka-san, so you are such a person who repays kindness and revenge? If I had known this would happen, I would not have saved you yesterday!"

They are actually in a relationship of mutual dependence and mutual trust now, but in a sense, Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto can also easily betray each other, and they can do things that betray each other without guilt .

For example, blackmail.