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Scored twice, and the barrage exploded again.

[Chicken breaks the cat: I have endured you for a long time!You wait, don't let me find you, or just wait to feel what it means to have a head explode! 】

[The target is Pokémon Master: Absolutely find this guy and kill him. 】

[Even with dark circles, she is still a beauty: I couldn't hold back the first two people, so I gave up. 】

[Gorgeous rose made of poured steel: Hey, hey, you can't have a man who does such a thing as a forced kiss! 】

[Falling Red Leaf: Kissing without consent is too unrefined. 】

[Soup tofu is so delicious: Hooligan. 】

But there are also bullet screens saying that it is not bad to be strong at all. After all, judging from Jiasheng Yuanzhi’s current mental state, it will be more beneficial to his mental health to have a stronger person accompany him, help him, and disperse the pressure for him.

[The best protector who protects: You must have forgotten that this is the first week that Mr. Jiasheng experienced. 】

【Working Emperor: Indeed, I still remember the situation of Mr. Jiasheng when the live broadcast room appeared. 】

【Death Elementary School Student: That's right... Mr. Jiasheng seemed very sad at that time. 】

Yoshio Fuchinoue, who has been quietly being a bystander in the illusion of memory, is a little restless. He doesn't want other people to peep into his past from the bottom of his heart, but until now he and Tatsuhiko Shibusawa have not found a way out of this situation. No matter how reluctant he is, his hidden past is still exposed to everyone's eyes.

Gogol's strong kiss came suddenly again. Under the anesthesia of alcohol and emotion, Jiasheng Fuchinoue, who had become sluggish, couldn't react in time. He was pinched on the sofa by a tall silver-haired Russian man, and Gogol would Knees squeezed into his penis, blocking Yoshio Fuchinoue from jumping up from the sofa. At this time, Gogol is quite aggressive and dangerous, like a large wild carnivore, locked It bites the prey's throat tightly.

"Hmm!" Gogol poked into Jiasheng Fuchinogami's slightly parted lips due to astonishment, and then searched carefully as if to confirm whether there was honey hidden in the back of his tongue.

Of course, this kiss was completely different from what he remembered. The kiss that happened in that tsunami was cold and had the smell of wet sea water and the rust smell of blood, and because Gogol fell back into the abyss with a pale face the next moment. In Shang Jiasheng's arms, worry was more intense than shame and anger.

But this kiss was totally different from that one at that time, it was hot, hot, soft, with a faint scent of wine, which even made Jiasheng's brain even more numb, wanting to immerse himself in this numb sweetness in a trance. Gorey's breath landed on his cheek, and the place where he touched the clown magician was hot. Whether it was because of the alcohol or the kiss, even Kazuo Achinogami couldn't tell the difference.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi should have pushed Gogol away, but his hand seemed to be paralyzed by alcohol even at the fingertips, and he couldn't use any strength. resistance.

Although the silver-haired Russian seems to have no obvious expression fluctuations except for a slight blush on his face, Yoshio Fuchinoue can clearly feel the heartbeat of the clown magician and himself at the moment with the palm pressed on Gogol's chest Beating just as fast.

Gogol ended the kiss. He slightly separated from Jiasheng Yuanzhi, his lips were unbelievably hot. He looked at Jiasheng Yuanzhi who had been kissed by him with tears in his eyes and his whole body limp, and murmured that only A soft voice that I could only hear clearly: "It's too bad... I don't hate it at all."

Gogol didn't think he would like a man, but he was undoubtedly moved by the good student of Yuanzhang. Out of some idea that even he couldn't explain clearly, the clown magician didn't ask for the good student of Yuanzhang He agreed, so he kissed him forcibly. He intended to use this kiss to prove that he was not the same as the "Gogol" in that story, but the facts told him that he didn't hate kissing the good life of Yuanzhi at all.

Not only did he not hate it, but he simply liked it. When Gogol kissed Jiasheng on Yuanshang, he didn't realize that his palm was still involuntarily stroking the other's cheek and chin, and at the same time, he tried hard to make those soft and sweet lips and his own Stick it closer, it is more mellow than almond cake, sweeter than chiffon cake, which makes his throat still rolling, like a traveler who has trekked in the desert for a long time, wanting to be in the only place he can give Suck and drink the sweet liquid freely in the oasis of self-liberation.

— This is too bad.

Gogol sighed, he bent down again and lowered his head to kiss, and at the same time, his hands unknowingly clenched Jiasheng's wrist.

Even if Jiasheng Yuanshang had recovered his senses this time and planned to push him away, but Gogol restrained him, so that he could only be trapped under Gogol's body, but the clown magician was not just a simple Kissing, during the push of the tongue, Jiasheng Fuchinoue could feel that Gogol seemed to have sent something like a capsule into his mouth, and pushed it forcefully to the base of the tongue, forcing him to swallow it.

"Hmm!!" Jiasheng Yuanzhi's eyes suddenly widened, and his struggling movements became more violent, but these movements were easily suppressed by Gogol.

Gogol looked at the wine-red-haired boy with a sad and helpless expression, and muttered to himself in a low voice, not sure if he was explaining to Yuanshang Jiasheng: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiasheng, I don't want to be with you. Just like the self in the future, I am heading towards the destruction of my ideals."

Yes, Gogol has noticed that he is tempted by Jiasheng on Yuanshang. If he continues to exist, he will definitely not be able to resist coming to see Mr. Jiasheng, and the more he gets along with him, he will definitely be here. The deeper you fall into this love and affection, you will be bound willingly like that future Gogol, and you will never be free from detachment.

That future Gogol tried and failed, but the present Gogol is not too deep, so he can still do it.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Jiasheng, I can't let you live anymore. If you continue to live, I will definitely fall in love with you completely, and then I will never be free again just like that Gogol."

The silver-haired clown magician strangled Jiasheng Fuchinoue's slender neck, and this time he really closed his fingers, allowing the wine-red-haired boy to gradually lose his breath in his palm.

Gogol looked at Kasei Fuchinogami who was trying to struggle but was unable to break free. His eyes were gradually losing their brightness. He blinked his red eyes, and hot and sad tears fell from the corner of the clown magician's eyes and dripped onto the burgundy-haired boy. face.

"You shouldn't trust me, I'm not that Gogol who can't do anything."

[Chick breaks the cat: I will definitely kill you! ! !To wring your limbs off and yank them off, to kick your belly hard! ! 】

[The target is Pokémon Master: This kind of thing shouldn't live in this world! !Don't touch Jiasheng! ! 】

[The rich woman who inherited the group that would make the insurance company bankrupt: This trashy scumbag! ! ! 】

[Doctor Hatchet: It's too hateful to see. If I meet this guy, I will definitely use my chainsaw to entertain him! 】

The darkness struck again, and everyone knew that this was the activation of Jiasheng Yuanzhi's ability. Jiasheng Yuanzhi staggered, as if he had suddenly woken up from a terrible nightmare, and he blinked blankly. Eyes that hurt a little from the light, found himself standing in the alley, looking at the time, it was probably the moment when he planned to take the tram to Kasukabe to meet Shinnosuke Nohara.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi wanted to shout and leave from here, but his body was still shaking, as if the oppressive feeling of being strangled by the neck was still lingering in his body, which made him obviously escaped the ending, but still had Cold sweat trickled down from his forehead.

The burgundy-haired boy opened his pale lips, but what came out was a broken and embarrassing weeping sound. His throat rolled and his body trembled, as if his strength was gradually being sucked away by an invisible existence. , he bent down slowly, slowly, squatted on the ground, and buried his head in the crook of his arms. This time, he finally poured out the intense emotion that was stuck in his throat. The intermittent crying echoed in this deserted alley.

Yuanshang Jiasheng burst into tears, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and he was out of breath from crying, but he had to forcefully swallow the sobs he spit out, which turned out to be even more miserable.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi's fingertips were slightly numb, looking at himself buried in tears, he remembered clearly what would happen next, Xia Youjie would appear at the end of the alley and extend an invitation to him.

"Have you nowhere to go?"

"Yeah, I'm homeless."

Then Jiasheng Yuanzhi and Xia Youjie left. He didn't plan to see Shinnosuke Nohara, nor did he plan to meet Gogol again. He wanted to forget those memories and stay far away. He couldn't be influenced by past experiences. Confused, then hurt and deceived again.

Perhaps it is precisely because Gogol has caused him too much harm, and the fear and panic of being killed by someone he trusts still lingers in Yuanshang Jiasheng's heart, so he will, every time he restarts, Choose not to get acquainted with people you once knew.

Even if they got to know each other again, Jiasheng Yuan would not be so stupid as to make the same mistake of trusting a completely unfamiliar acquaintance so stupidly.

"Enough—enough! How much longer!"

After all this, Jiasheng Yuangami roared in a low voice, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, he looked deep and lifeless, his lips were trembling, this appearance made the barrage in the live broadcast room quiet for a while.

If it weren't for the fact that Yuan Shangjiasheng couldn't control the live broadcast room after coming to this illusion, he might have closed the live broadcast room long ago.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder to comfort the restless Kasei Fuchinoue, but when he just stretched out his hand, Kasei Fuchinoue reacted by stepping to the side to avoid it. opened.

The mist in Jiasheng's eyes did not turn into tears, perhaps because he had already dried up his tears in those countless reincarnations.

Perhaps it was in response to his violently fluctuating emotions at the moment, the entire fantasy world was shaking, and colorful patches appeared in the surrounding distant scenery, covering from the sky to the sky. I don't know when, above the abyss The feet of Jiasheng and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko turned into pitch blackness, their bodies were engulfed by the pitch-black shadows, and they disappeared in an instant.

The world was spinning, and Jiasheng Yuanzhi had the illusion that he was sliding in a dark passage, and seemed to be rolled in a washing machine. When the shock finally stopped, he coughed a few times, and his head was still there for a while. faint.

"Are you okay?" A familiar voice came, and Jiasheng Yuanzhi held his head for a long time before realizing that it was his own voice. Looking at the sound, Death Huihui was kneeling on one knee, supporting his back.

"I'm fine." Yoshio Fuchinoue took a deep breath and adjusted his rapid heartbeat. He looked around and found that he had returned to the real world. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko fell on the ground not far away, and was walking around Awake.

"I found the supernatural crystal that got you involved, and then completely destroyed it." Death Retrospect explained, "Before that guy fully reacts, Jiasheng, hurry up and smash the gem on my forehead, and I will will return to your body."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi looked at the face that was exactly the same as himself, but concealed concern and worry. He was silent for a moment, and asked back to death: "Will breaking a gem make you hurt?"

Yoshinori Fuchinoue has died countless times, and even though he is more or less used to it, the pain every time he uses the supernatural power still remains on his body and senses.

Every time he activates his supernatural power, it is very painful, presumably the same is true for death regression?

Recalling the death showed a faint smile, he hugged Jiasheng Fuchinoue, and gently rubbed his master's face with his cold cheek: "It's okay, it won't hurt, you can come here at ease."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi used the handle of the dagger he carried with him to lightly tap the gemstone on the forehead of Death Recall. With a crisp sound, the gem split and turned into red shattered light, and the body of Death Recall also It was gradually melting, and then floated into Jiasheng's body on the abyss.