Mysterious Organization Tivat

The raging black flame receded like a tide, and Zhong Yuanzhong also woke up from an inexplicable nightmare, and the eyes were full of brilliant gold.

The bright sunlight outside the window shone on the soft golden color, and the originally cold and stiff limbs seemed to feel warmth.

Such a warm color...

Kong, who was thinking about Mrs. Jiajin's entrustment, suddenly felt a strong gaze. When he turned his head, he saw Nakahara Chuya lying on the bed, staring blankly at his... the back of his head?

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The eyes of the two met, facing Chuya Nakahara, who was suspected of severely wounding Manyo and also stabbed by Manyo, Sora didn't know what attitude to use towards him, so he could only utter a dry sentence , "ah, you're awake, how are you feeling?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered this voice. In the black dream, it was his conversation with a female voice that pulled him out.

"I'm okay... um... I, what's wrong with me, my head hurts..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his head, his face pale and painful.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw black flames rushing towards his face, like a ferocious monster with a big mouth to swallow him.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Kong was taken aback, and hurriedly found someone to feed him.

Iamuri Glass is the daughter of Mrs. Iamuri, a valuable talent in the magic world who has mastered the reversal technique.

"Is it amnesia?" Jiarui said after the inspection by Nitrogen. "Reverse surgery can't cure amnesia."

"Amnesia? Why did you suddenly lose your memory?"

"There are many possibilities. I bumped my head or got frightened, or something happened that I don't want to remember." Iyuri Nishiko pointed to Nakahara Chuya who was sitting on the bed in a daze, "He doesn't seem to remember anything."

"This is troublesome, is there any way to treat it?" Sora frowned.

"This involves my blind spot of knowledge. You should go to the hospital and find a professional doctor to have a look. My medical knowledge is all learned from TV dramas."

Kong: Then you just checked him in a decent way!

The exhausted family member yawned, "Master Sora, can you take pity on someone who just came home from KTV at 30 o'clock this morning, played video games all morning, and hasn't slept for more than [-] hours?" girl?"

"Ah, I'm sorry you may not know what KTV and video games are."

"No, I know... Even though it's summer vacation, it's too indulgent, you just graduated from junior high school." Sora complained, "And why do you think I don't know?"

"After all, it is an antique from more than 100 years ago." Jia Ruozi spread his hands, "Although the face is completely different, I didn't expect you to know what we young people like."

What a nonsense today, Jia Ruozi thought to himself.

Last night, she was dragged by her broken-hearted friend to sing sad love songs all night and scolded the scumbag. In the morning, another boyfriend cheated on her and pulled her to play online games to vent her anger. After finally comforting the other party, she was able to go to bed. The moment she closed her eyes, her mother threw the quilt over.

A "boy" who looked younger than himself, but was definitely older than 150 years old, and was called Mr. Kong by his mother, took out two seriously injured guys from the pot for her to treat.

Home into the nitro: This is unscientific.

Oh, her inversion technique seems unscientific.

I'm tired, destroy it, world.

The housekeeper went to bed with a yawn and a dejected face, and Kong sat in front of Nakahara Chuya's bed and chatted with him.

"You really don't remember anything?" Sora asked, looking at Chuya Nakahara with a blank expression on his face.

"I don't remember." Zhong Yuan also shook his head.

Sora began to seriously think about whether he had knocked Nakahara Chuya unconscious when he landed... It's completely impossible to think about it!When he arrived, Nakahara also fainted next to Manyo.

Sora's eyes drifted from Nakahara Chuya's shoulder to Manyo lying on the other bed.

It's hard to imagine that Manyo would beat people like this.

It is even more difficult to imagine that someone would beat Manyo like that.

Why are these two guys fighting?

Sora was afraid that his temporary convenience would cause trouble for Manyo.

His gaze floated back again, and he met Chuya Nakahara, who was watching him quietly.

Thinking about it carefully, when I was traveling in Tivat, Paimon was in charge of chatting and warming up the scene. I just need to stand by and nod and answer occasionally. Know what to say.

If only Pymon was here.

Or really know how to chat with Zhenjun... Ah no, it would be good if Zhenjun is here!

Fortunately, Zhongyuan Zhong also spoke first, "Thank you for saving me."

Although Zhongya Nakahara is in a state of amnesia, his IQ is still there. From the chat between Sora and Iyuri Glass, and the conversation between Sora and Mrs. Iyuri that he vaguely heard when he was unconscious.

Because something happened, probably a fight with the person lying on the bed next to him, he was seriously injured, and then he was brought here for treatment by Kong Kong.

Hey, he is a very polite boy.

Sora thought that the Nakahara Nakahara who could fight with Manyo would be some kind of vicious guy, after all, Manyo has always had a good temper, although sometimes a little bit of bad humor suddenly pops up.

"You really can't remember anything? Name? Origin? Have you forgotten all of them?" Sora asked again.

Zhong Yuan still shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and nodded again, "The black flame, I remember seeing the black flame... Maybe it was just a dream, I can't remember clearly."

"Black flames?" After thinking about it for a while, the place where the two fought was not burned by the flames, and there were no burns on their bodies.

That should be a dream.

"Do you know my name?" Nakahara Chuya asked, "Do we know each other?"

He is now in a state of amnesia, his mind is blank, and he doesn't even know his last name. This kind of confusion makes Zhong Yuanzhong very at a loss.

The orange-haired boy's eyes were dazed and uneasy. He looked at Sora expectantly, hoping to get his lost memories from him.

"Uh... When Manyo wakes up, let him tell you." Sora, who understood Nakahara Chuya's eyes, said awkwardly.

He doesn't know Zhongyuan Zhongye either, so saving people is really easy to fish into the pot.

Please, don't look at me like that, I'll feel guilty if I can't answer.

"Why don't you lie down and rest for a while?" Sora offered a bad suggestion.

He put Zhongya Zhongya down thoughtfully, covered him with a quilt and tucked in the quilt, "Take a good rest, I'll contact you with a brain doctor."

"No, actually I..." I have almost recovered.

Before Nakahara Chuya could finish his sentence, Sora had already closed the door and slipped out.

The bored Nakahara turned over and looked at Manyo on the other bed.

Even when he woke up, he was still in a coma. Is it because he was injured more seriously than himself?

Why did the two fight?

Nakahara looked at Manyo's face and tried to remember, until his face turned red and he didn't think of anything.

The young samurai lay quietly on the bed, his hair softly lying down, his white hair spread out, exposing his forehead, his pale face and bloodless lips showed a different kind of fragility, which made people feel uncomfortable. See pity.

Zhongyuan Zhong also beat the bed angrily: Why did I strike so hard, it was simply too much!

Manyo: zzZZ...