The lover that gravity makes is wrong

【Vow curse...】

Yan Moai's words made the third son slightly taken aback.

Those long-buried past memories are like an old yellowed book, which was knocked out of the bookshelf and dropped to the ground, causing countless dust.A pair of invisible hands picked it up and vigorously dusted off the cover.

As a result, the faded part that should have been forgotten has become vivid again after hundreds of years.

In the house with the flickering light of candles, the adoptive mother was wrapped in single clothes and lying in the quilt, as thin as a stick, with sunken eye sockets.

The sickness took away all her energy and seemed to have taken away her former gentleness and rationality.

When she was dying, the adoptive mother suddenly stretched out her hand, tightly grasped the red-haired girl's wrist, and sat up straight from the quilt.

【"sweet--!!"】

The howling wind knocked open the unfastened windows and smashed them on the wall.

The bean-heavy rain was swept into the house by the strong wind, and the white lightning struck down, instantly illuminating the haggard and pale face of the adoptive mother.

His voice is stern and his face is like a ghost.

As if she was resisting some kind of power, she put on a grim expression, and reflected the hoarse 'wish curse' together with the rumbling thunder outside the window into the immature pupils of the six-year-old red-haired girl.

【"Swear to me, Gan! Stay away from human beings, never, never-never-never get close to them, did you hear, Gan--!"】

The third son's special ability is 【All Living Wishes】

But in fact, even in hell, except for Ghost Lantern and King Yan Mo, no jailer knows that the original supernatural power of the third son is actually not this.Those harsh conditions were artificially acquired and added layer by layer.

The person who made the "Three Sons" longed for more brilliant and supreme abilities, but adopted the adoptive mother of the "Three Sons" and turned it into 【All Living Wishes】.

The bamboo forest and branches were blown by the wind, and the leaves shook, rustling above their heads.

The lively chatter and laughter of the festival floated from a distance, instantly bringing the red-haired ghost girl back to reality from her past memories.

At this moment, Yan Moai was staring at the third son closely.

The girl who came back to her senses blinked slowly, and looked at her friend seriously: "Ai-chan."

Yan Moai clenched her fingers nervously, just when she thought this idiot was finally going to face up to the problem and say something——

Anything is fine.

Compromise or rejection, even anger, she is ready.

This time, she was here for it.

Unexpectedly, a certain red-haired idiot just scratched his hair, with an overly brilliant silly smile on his face,

"Ai-chan, are you worried about me?"

"..."

Yan Moai choked up, and the poker face that had been on his face for ten years was almost split open with anger.

The black-haired hell girl took a deep breath and told herself to calm down, absolutely, absolutely not to be led away by the third son.

"Don't pretend to be a fool, you know what I'm talking about."

As the only friend of the third son during his lifetime, Yan Moai really knew the third son too well.

It's been like this since before, as long as it's a question that I don't want to answer, I will deliberately change the subject, which can make the conversation jump to the feet and forget the original purpose.

But this time, Yan Moai didn't intend to give the third son a chance to operate.

She stared at the third son for a while, then suddenly turned sideways, carefully flattened the delicate paper balloon in her hand, put it back in the wooden box and put it away.

Then, under the puzzled gaze of the red-haired girl, she stood up from the bench and approached the third son imposingly.

Yan Moai stood in front of the third son without saying a word, casting a shadow that covered the light above Guichai's head.

The third son swallowed tremblingly, and couldn't help shrinking back,

"Then, that Ai-chan? Your expression is a bit scary right now?"

Especially like that Hanako who stood beside someone else's bed with a kitchen knife in the middle of the night and stared at the owner with the whites of her eyes open.

The red-haired ghost girl just thought so, and the next moment, she was shocked to find that the female ghost, no, it was Yan Moai who really rushed up, and without saying a word, she stretched her hands directly to her clothes.

"...Wait, wait! Ai-chan! We have something to say, don't talk about clothes, skirts, skirts!"

The outbreak of the little partner came too fast, like a tornado.

The third son wanted to open Yan Moai's hand, but he was afraid that the force would be too strong and hurt his delicate and frail childhood playmate.

Unlike the red-haired girl who became a half-ghost after death, Yan Moai, who was buried alive, never grew up after entering hell.

Her time has always stopped at the age of 14, so that now, the third son is obviously the younger one, but he is much taller than Yan Moai.

The red-haired girl didn't dare to use her strength. Facing Yan Mo'ai's attack, she could only defend herself with her hands tied all the way, and she had to devote a little energy to try to protect her clothes in the middle.

While fighting to avoid injuries, the two of them lost their center of gravity and both fell on the grass.

The red-haired girl on the bottom screamed out in pain as she hit the back of her head while covering her hands.

Yan Moai seized the opportunity, and simply stretched her slender legs, and sat directly on the waist of the third son, using her weight to hold down the ghost.

As if she was looking for something, she unswervingly lifted Sanzi's clothes.

"Wait a minute! Ai-chan? I fought back! I will really fight back, Ai-chan!"

...What kind of mess is this!

Covering the neckline and unable to protect the sleeves, the third son, who was too careless, had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he was about to be laughed out of anger.

On the other side, Lunrudao and Yimulian, who were hiding in the dark, had turned their backs tacitly, covered their ears, and looked up at the sky together.

The two looked like 'we don't know what the lady is doing,' and looked out for their own lady.

Only the bone girl who was also a woman was left standing there stunned, and she didn't even notice when the hookah stick in her hand fell to the ground.

Do you want to stop this?

I haven't heard that Miss has this tendency? !

For a moment, the glamorous bone girl sister could only spread her hands and look around, feeling at a loss.

At this time, Yan Moai had successfully rolled up the sleeves on both sides of the third son.

The red-haired girl's arm was clean, without any abnormal marks.

Not in the arms, nor in the neck.

Where would that be?

Yan Moai's brain was spinning rapidly.

Due to the frequent trips to and from the underworld, the red-haired ghost is almost like other prison guards in hell, wearing ancient kimono yukata, basically, they all tend to be modernized.

Such as today's sweater and knee-length pleated skirt.

If this idiot wants to hide the traces, he will only choose a more inconspicuous place, so the legs can also be excluded, and the only thing left is——

Yan Moai's eyes swept over Sanzi's skirt, gradually moving up, and fixed on the red-haired girl's waist and abdomen.

Seeing this, the third son's expression was terrified, and he quickly pressed the hem of the sweater with both hands, preferring death to obedience.

"Stop it, Ai-chan! There's still time to turn around!"

"You don't want to be punished for offending the executive officer, and you will send the excrement and mud department to work voluntarily, labor..."

'Clap. '

While struggling to persuade, a certain red-haired ghost girl was seriously considering whether to overthrow Yan Moai. When she teleported away, a tear suddenly fell and hit the back of the third son's hand.

The red-haired girl stopped moving, and the second half of the sentence was stuck in her throat like a fishbone, and she couldn't spit it out.

Yan Moai lowered her head, and her neat black bangs covered her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

But this does not prevent the third son from seeing the cold liquid rolling down from his friend's cheeks, like a disconnected Jane, continuously falling down, one by one, hitting his wrist.

"...Third son, I am very worried about you."

The hell girl's low voice came.

Never thought that the little friend would cry. After a short period of stupefaction, the third son raised his hand in a panic, trying to comfort the other party.

"Ai-chan, I'm fine, the wish curse doesn't really have much effect..."

At the same time, the tight hem of the sweater loosened following the girl's movements.

There is a flaw——!

Yan Moai's red pupils hidden under his bangs flashed a gleam of success.

Taking advantage of the third son's distraction, she stretched out her hand at a lightning speed, without any hesitation, and pulled up the hem of the red-haired girl's sweater.

The third son with a cold belly: "..."

This is not her innocent and lovely, simple and straightforward love sauce!

Who on earth brought down her upright little friend!

Outside the bamboo grove, Lun Ruo Dao and the three women with one eye and bone bones coughed together, and looked up at the sky with a guilty conscience.

However, on the other side, Yan Moai, who saw the scene in front of her clearly, couldn't relax anymore.

No matter how perfect the cover is usually, after losing the cover, the bad truth under the clothes is exposed at this moment.

Yan Moai's pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme.

Under the opened hoodie, a thorn-like black streak was entrenched on the third son's slender and tight waist with its teeth and claws.

It seemed to be beating with life, along the blood vessels under the skin, all the way up the abdomen, and the black spider silk spread ominously towards the surroundings, and it could barely stop at the seventh rib of the third son, only a short distance from the heart. One step away.

Yan Moai stared at the thorns on the third son's waist and abdomen, and the questioning voice couldn't stop trembling.

"That's what you said, 'doesn't make much difference'?!"

"If I didn't ask today, how long are you going to hide it? Third son! Do you even know—!"

The black-haired hell girl raised her head vigorously, her eyes almost bursting into flames as she glared at Sanzi.

Once a person is extremely anxious, every word he utters seems to be squeezed out bit by bit from his clenched teeth, which is frighteningly stiff.

"If it wasn't for you, you would have died once, if it wasn't for the Central Plains, you just happened to be a barbarian, not a complete human being, just because of this... just because of this, you would have-!"

"Can you bear the consequences of wishing the curse back!"

"Dried up, dissipated, there is no way to leave even the residue of the soul! What do you think you are doing?!"

"I really like it so much, let him go to hell now! As long as that Zhongyuan Zhongye dies..."

A palm was stretched out, and it gently stopped on the top of Yan Moai's head, stopping the hell girl from becoming more and more indiscriminate.

"Ai-chan, you know, this is impossible."

Yan Moai's voice became hoarse, and suddenly the quiet air froze.

She didn't speak, but clenched her fists unwillingly, killing intent flickered in her eyes where the third son couldn't see.

As if he had guessed his little friend, what terrible thoughts were in his mind at this moment, the third son quickly reached out, like patting a quilt, and patted Yan Moai's forehead vigorously with his palm.

"Quick! Ai-chan, forget about what's in your head now!"

Yan Moai was dissatisfied: "You don't believe me?"

"I'm worried about you, Ai-chan!"

The third son pierced the inexplicably high confidence of the little friend without thinking,

"If you really do it, you will definitely be killed by Teacher Zhongye, and then in the next twenty months, you will squat in the excrement and mud department making balls in desolation!"

And she doesn't want to see her little friend and the person she likes kill each other at all.

What kind of bloody picture is that?

It's not the strange plot of "stop fighting, go to the dance hall to practice fighting" in this world!

The red-haired girl paused, then continued,

"Besides, if the 'Wish Curse' is not allowed, then just break it before it backfires."

"Dad said, in hell, protecting yourself is the iron rule."

Yan Moai hesitated: "...do you have a clue to crack it?"

The third son answered quickly: "Not at all!"

Yan Moai: "..."

The hell girl stared at the third son expressionlessly, and when she was about to find some time to carry out the plan in her heart, the red-haired ghost servant rubbed her little friend's bangs and added,

"Although there are no clues yet, but... my intuition tells me that that moment should not be far away."

Before the third son's eyes flashed the files of several soul-inducing files that he had sorted out privately not long ago.

After hesitating for a moment, the red-haired girl swallowed back the speculation in her heart, and said instead: "Compared to this, I am more worried about you, Ai-chan."

she?

Yan Moai showed doubts, and when she was about to ask, a familiar voice sounded in the bamboo forest, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"What are you doing."

The sudden voice shook San Zi's heart, and an ominous premonition rushed into his heart instantly.

The red-haired girl turned her head abruptly and followed the source of the sound.

It was discovered that the ocher-haired mafia had stood two meters away from them at some point, holding the heads of three scarecrows in their right hands, and looked at them with an unclear expression.

Under the shadow of the swaying trees, the once clear cobalt blue pupils showed the gloomy color of the sea before the storm.

"middle……"

The third son's eyes lit up, and as soon as he raised a smiling face subconsciously, he found that one of the three scarecrows pinched in the hand of the red-haired boy was blinking desperately and winking at him.

It translates to-

Run away, miss!Sir Sanzi!

You cheated and were caught by the mafia!

The red-haired girl is full of question marks.

ah?What sneaky?

Why is this scarecrow talking about weird...uh-

The third son looked at himself following the scarecrow's line of sight, and froze immediately.

Wait... She seems to know the meaning of the phrase 'stealing fish'.

The current scene is really a bit hard to describe.

If you look at it from a third-party perspective, it is——

In the dimly lit remote bamboo forest, a red-haired ghost girl was lying on her back on the ground, her neat long hair was messily scattered on the grass, her face was flushed with a little sweat.

And the instigator was sitting on her waist, and with one hand, he intimately pulled up the hem of Sanzi's jacket, revealing a smooth and firm abdomen.

This is not the most exciting.

The most exciting thing is that the palm of a certain red-haired girl is still intimately placed on top of Yan Moai's head.

If it wasn't for the wrong gender, no matter how you look at it, it's a private meeting with an old friend behind the lover's back.

stop stop stop!

Even if they are all girls!

The third son seemed to be scalded, and withdrew his right hand 'shua', and Yan Moai also reacted, and quickly pulled down the hem of the red-haired girl's sweater.

"Why, aren't you going to get up from her?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his head, his condescending eyes fell on Yan Moai's face, and he asked in a soft voice.

Even though the tone couldn't be calmer, the alarm bells in Sanzi's mind rang loudly, and he always felt that something was not quite right.

As it turned out, the redhead's hunch was correct.

At the moment Yan Moai got up and left the third son, a stern light flashed quickly in Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes.

Everything seems to happen between breaths—

The ochre-haired mafia suddenly raised his hand, and threw the scarecrow he was pinching straight towards Yan Moai's front, blocking Yan Moai's sight.

The next moment, there was a terrifying sound of piercing through the air, and Zhongyuan Zhong also jumped up, and with a whip kick, he aimed mercilessly at the hell girl's temple.

The strength of [-]% is enough to kick Yan Moai's entire skull on the spot.

The third son was horrified: "Stop it, Mr. Chuya! Things are not what you think ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"