[Comprehensive] Daily life of local tyrants in love

The corridor was so empty that one could feel flustered, and it was so quiet that the sound of breathing could be heard.

It should be a lively residential building, but the civilians and even the poor living in this place are busy with work, and the house is just a short-term residence for them, and no one has much time to spend on it.

Oriha Sakurana left Masako's house, climbed the stairs to the attic at the top, reached out and fumbled in her schoolbag for a long time before finding the key, and opened the door by the dim moonlight.

Turning on the light in the dark, she looked around: the room was old but clean, only enough to fit a tatami mat, a cabinet, and an old mirror for the rest. on the floor or on a table.

She picked up the note on the table, which was a short message spliced ​​from words cut out of newspapers, with only a few numbers written on it.

[Please come to No. xx of Sidachime at xx on xx, something to say about your father]

Tempting bait.It's just a pity that the bait placed by the other party not only caught the fish it wanted to catch, but also accidentally caught her man-eating shark by the way.It's bad luck for the other party.

Oriha Sakura casually threw the note into the wastebasket.

She walked to the mirror, looked down at her new face, and stroked the skin of her face from bottom to top in the order of chin, mouth, nose, and eyes.Finally, it stopped at the hairline, gently twisted the invisible thin edge with hands, tore off the whole face, and put it aside casually.

The woman in the mirror has a very beautiful face.

This face can meet all women's desire for beauty, and it can also satisfy all men's fantasy about the appearance of the other half. It is a combination of all desires, and it is also a mixture of innocence and ignorance.

Not Oriha Sakura's appearance, but her own appearance.

Qiaoqiao sat down, combed her hair and sang to herself in the mirror: "Good flowers don't always bloom, and good times don't last forever. Sorrow piles up and smiles... Tears shed with lovesickness."

A transparent phantom appeared in the room out of thin air, and then gradually materialized. A little boy in a tuxedo and a single blindfold jumped out of the light mist, frowning and looking at the messy room.

"Master...Miss, please stop singing, please allow me to point out that you are all out of tune."

There was a lot of combed hair, the hair was messy and dry, Qiaoqiao threw it into the wastebasket casually, and it flew around when the wind blew.

She also combed her hair unconsciously: "You have become smaller, Candlestick."

"Not a candlestick but a candlestick cut."

The little boy retorted naturally out of habit, then squatted down on the floor resignedly and began to clean the hair, picking it up one by one, not sparing even the cracks in the floor and the corners of the attic.

The little Baozi has a round face and a short body that hasn't twitched yet. He pursed his lips and complained while doing the cleaning: "It's not handsome to clean up, and miss, you haven't recovered yet, have you?"

"No." Qiaoqiao looked at the corpse spots on her body and frowned: "It doesn't fit this body very well, and I can't fully control it yet."

"Then why waste your spiritual power to ask me to come out, a child can't help much."

Qiaoqiao put down the comb, stared at the little boy for a while, and said nonchalantly, "It's your body that gets smaller, not your IQ. If you can't help, just smash the knife."

"Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada can help!"

The plump and beautiful face of the girl in the mirror did not match her thin body. Her red lips parted slightly: "I am very weak now, and I can only use my human body to avoid being tracked. I don't know how long this body can last."

She motioned for the candlestick to come over, took the face of the person on the table, twisted it in her hand, and handed it to him: "Anyway, take good care of it, or it will break soon."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong pinched the thin skin with two fingers, his scalp went numb for a while: "How to maintain it?"

"do not know."

The girl's extremely irresponsible words made Candlestick want to roll her eyes on the spot, and then she heard her say unhurriedly: "How do you usually take care of your body, so you take care of this skin. Let me think about it... put oil to marinate it. , sprinkle clove... clove powder?"

"Stop talking..." The little boy had a bitter expression on his face: "If you talk about it any more, it will cook me up."

Taking care of human face can’t really be done according to the irresponsible statement of the unscrupulous owner. Candlestick cut his face and made a moment of worry. He is a swordsman, not a nurse in a beauty salon, nor does he produce preservatives. There is nothing to do with this transparent thin leather.

As time goes by after a person dies, the blood will slowly stop flowing, eventually accumulating somewhere on the body to form a scar. He looked at the light for a while, and there was a little cyan on the upper right corner of the human skin.

Qiaoqiao stretched her palms: "Take this here."

A strand of golden hair lay flat in her palm.

The candlestick cut Guangzhong didn't know why, but he took it anyway, and the golden hair melted into the light-colored leather as soon as it touched the light-colored leather, and the blue color on the right corner also disappeared.

He was a little surprised: "What kind of operation is this?"

Qiaoqiao said: "This is the Qi machine. The Qi machine in this world is concentrated on a few people. As long as you get close to them, you can slowly recover your strength... If you can eat them, you can immediately recover. You don't have to stay so useless." here."

Before Candlestick cut her life to remonstrate, fortunately she continued to say: "It's a pity that the pollution is too serious in this era, and I'm not interested in eating chemical element tables."

She finally finished combing her hair, picked up a basin to fetch water to wash her face, and before leaving, she unceremoniously instructed the child labor: "The smell downstairs is strong, candlestick, go investigate and see what it is, if it is edible, give it to me Bring it up."

Candlestick struggled: "But I am Taidao, and Taidao Night War is blind."

"You have to see yourself clearly," Qiaoqiao said mercilessly, "Now you are just a short leg."

***

Probably because I ate too many desserts yesterday and ruined my stomach.

Akutagawa Jiro clutched his stomach and hurried to the bathroom of Hyotei. Fortunately, Keigo Atobe had a lot of money and built a toilet here in the remote small garden, otherwise today would be a bad day.

Almost lost his composure and rushed into the bathroom, a girl in a Hiroshi uniform skirt pushed the door out of one of the small rooms.

Damn!

He hurriedly turned around and ran out, still apologizing: "I'm sorry! I went to the wrong bathroom!"

The feeling of pain seemed to break out at any time, Jirou Akutagawa didn't care about anything else, ran into the bathroom on the other side, pushed open the door closest to him and rushed in.

The men's bathroom in the morning was empty, and Sakura Sakura walked out of it, and looked up at the sign on the door.

"Ah, I made a mistake."

She strode out of the bathroom, less than 5 minutes before the official start of class, just enough to step on to the classroom.

Suddenly, a girl screamed from behind: "Ah——"

"There is a pervert!"

Zhiyu Sakurana has already entered the teaching building around the corner.

When humans are annoying, you have to take a bunch of classes.Zhiyu Yingna walked into the classroom, the chattering students were quiet for a while, and then continued the discussion.

She put down her heavy schoolbag.

The sight on her body was a little hot, which couldn't be ignored, and Sakura Sakura followed her gaze and smiled at Daiki Ninomiya, making an obscene gesture.

Zhiyu Yingna opened and closed her lips slightly, said something to the other party silently, and then laughed.

Ninomiya Daiji's face was ashen.