Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

Mermaids are quite magical creatures.In recorded legends they play a most delicate part.It is recorded in "Ancient and Modern Writings and Records" that a nun named Babai Khuni lived to be 40 years old because of the use of mermaid meat.At that time, the average age of people was less than [-] years old due to wars, plagues, famines and other reasons.

16 years ago, 23-year-old Shuji Tsushima heard that a mermaid appeared in a small remote village.

"Instead of staying in a daze at home, it's better to start a greater adventure." 23-year-old Shuji Tsushima has a beautiful face, and he can make others stunned when he speaks.

She packed her bags within a day and set off for the little village that almost no one had heard of.

The dense forest is full of footprints of wild animals.

She didn't hope that she could really find the mysterious mermaid in the legend.

She also didn't expect that she would find and kill a mermaid.

Just subconsciously, she slapped the creature that jumped out of the lake and attacked her.Shuji Tsushima thought that someone was ambush and wanted to take her head.

But when that body jumped into the air, and the dazzling sunlight fell on him—Shuji Tsushima realized that it was not a human, but a monster with a fish head and a human body.

A creature like Kaibozu described by the old man, with a huge fish head with sharp teeth and a shrunken lower body that is almost degraded.

When the creature jumped out of the water, Shuji Tsushima threw the blade in his hand.

The young woman observed the grotesque creature with a sigh of life gradually showing in her eyes.

Do you want to try it

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and eagerness to try.Unheard-of creatures always arouse people's curiosity, just like the siren's singing will attract passing crew members.

She has a superb field survival skills.Even now, she can't forget that when she first joined the Port Mafia, she was thrown by the leader in the wilderness for a month.There is no human habitation in that mountain forest, only wild animals.The only kindness is some harmless berries.

When the second □□yang climbed over the top of the mountain and illuminated a large green leaf, a local man walked through the forest and saw the skeleton on the ground.

Shuji Tsushima had a panoramic view of the surprise, doubt and fear on the opponent's face.

"You are cursed! You killed the last merfolk!"

The young woman watched with interest a local aborigine running away in a panic, and even dropped the tools she was carrying when she went out on the ground.

"I don't know... a countryman?" Arrogance climbed up her spine, and young people always have the capital to laugh at others.And just last night, she tore that magical creature into her belly.

But the taste is not good.

After wandering around for a few days, Shuji Tsushima left this backward village.

But something has quietly changed from the inside.

The first time Shuji Tsushima discovered the mutation was during the commissioning of the mission. The man she investigated had a personality explosion on the spot because of being stimulated, and the aftermath of the personality explosion hurt her.The policeman who took her to the hospital told her with a wry smile that the injury might take a week in the hospital to heal.

Most of the wounds were superficial, but one or two were internal.It might not take long if there are professional healing heroes on the scene, but such professional heroes are really rare and pitiful.In desperation, Shuji Tsushima had no choice but to go to the hospital obediently.

By the way, to tease a few young ladies.

When the nurse was about to help him deal with the wound, the smiling face of the other party suddenly turned into doubt and confusion.

"Hey... Although there is a lot of blood, there is not a single wound." The nurse touched the blood-stained places on her body, but the tentacles were smooth.

The wounds—all gone.

Not one is left.

That was the beginning of the mutation.

The dark-haired boy's pupils were dull, more like fake eyes.He took off the forelimb of the other hand, revealing the sharp sword hidden inside.

Osamu Dazai looked down at his abdomen, the opponent's knife was covered with her blood, but the stabbed place was still clean and clean.

Superb recovery ability.This ability will not disappear unless it is defeated.

"Your knife is fast." Even at this time, the woman did not forget to tease.Her black high-heeled shoes had long been thrown into the distance, and her socked ankles were drowned in a piece of putrid mud.

The sun was tilted to the west, and ravine-like shadows slid across the faces of both of them.

Half a minute later, Hyakkimaru took two steps forward and stabbed the black shoe with a knife.

The woman suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Mrs. Reiko was busy collecting all the clothes to dry before the rain.

In the past, it was always said that the weather forecast was inaccurate, and it was said that a sunny day was a hail day; now it says when it will rain, and the gap between the real and the real is less than an hour.

When Mrs. Reiko put the clothes that had been sun-dried and still smelled like laundry detergent into the room, a large cloud of dark clouds spread over the sky like a chasing soldier.In a short while, there was a downpour.

The old maid stood under the eaves in front of the yard, watching a stream of water gather at her feet to form a small pool.

The life of the elderly is too boring.And for an old guy like her who has been serving others all her life, it is even more impossible for her to gather together at a table like other old ladies and find a warm and noisy room to play mahjong.

Mrs. Reiko used her cloudy gray eyes to count how many roses bloomed this year, and which pots needed to be replanted with flowers.

There was a loud crackling sound, and under the impact of an unknown object, the dilapidated wall collapsed into a pile of dirt.

Mrs. Reiko, who was sleepy standing, woke up suddenly, her gray eyes passed through the dense rain that turned into rain, and she recognized the curve of a human figure from the damp pile of ash that suddenly rose.

"Who?" The old woman asked sharply after being delayed for two seconds.

There was a cough.

When Mrs. Reiko took her own steps, the rain slid along her folded wrinkles to her shriveled chest.

The rain was so heavy that every drop of rain was like a steel ball hitting her.

That blur of yellow (she couldn't tell which shade of the yellow family it was) swayed me a little, clearly in the reddish-brown hot chocolate roses.

Evergreen low shrubs are really beautiful, all year round, like a woman who stays young forever.

"Isn't this Reiko?" The yellow figure uttered a woman's voice.

Mrs. Reiko could tell it was a woman.

The old woman knew right away what she had to do.She bent down a little bit in vain, her gray hair drooping on her sides like seaweed washed down by water.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." The elderly woman said respectfully.

The dark-haired young woman's feet are in the mud, her amber trench coat is smeared with mud.

"I want clean clothes and make me a cup of hot tea."

Osamu Dazai casually threw his windbreaker into the laundry, and his dirty socks were thrown into the trash can long ago.A neat set of dresses was placed on the chair at the door ahead of time, together with new towels, bath towels and body soap.

"Reiko's hands and feet are still as sharp as ever." The young woman laughed with her lips parted.

Mrs. Reiko lowered her head, as if she didn't hear this sentence that seemed to be a compliment but also a mockery.

Warm water sprayed from the fluffy head, and this bathroom, which was incompatible with the Japanese room as its main body, looked like a lonely and strange child.The hot water slid down the texture, and finally fell into the slightly concave hole on the ground.

By the time she changed into that cotton nightdress and went out, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

It was pouring rain outside the house, making one wonder if they were overwhelmed and crying by the heaven that people often pray to fulfill their desires.

She threw herself on a cushioned wooden chair, a cup of black tea and a milk jug on the table.

A handmade calendar makes its presence felt on the wall.

"Saturday..." Why is it suddenly Saturday?

Osamu Dazai did not expect that he just passed through a door and disappeared from his world for several days.

She sighed a little, then pulled the blanket aside and stuffed everything except her head into the blanket.

At least for now, she doesn't want to sleep in that bed.

Hmm... When you wake up, go back to No. 4 Dongqing Road.

Kou Yanji reprimanded the young Xiongying graduate who was an intern at the firm every day.

This is so silly.

This is too indifferent.

This is too mediocre.

……

"Mr. Andawa, it's raining outside, please bring this umbrella." When Koyanji was about to close the office and go home, junior A, who was an intern, chased after him.

The indifferent man snorted ah, the black regular umbrella was like a dwarf's creation in his hand.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't take this umbrella.He is picked up by his own driver when he comes in and out, and there must be an umbrella in the car.

But this man still accepted the kindness from the younger generation.

——Even if the other party thinks he really needs this help.

"Sir, Mrs. Reiko called just now." Nomura, who was driving, said when Koyanji got into the car and closed the door.He turned it on and stepped on the gas pedal.

"Jiao Dong went to spend the night at his classmate's house again today, um." The boy with the short green seaweed-like hair appeared in his mind.It seems to be called Green Valley... Izuku Green Valley

The father, who doesn't have much contact with the boy's social circle, is quite skeptical.

Nomura turned the steering wheel, and the car drove into a less-populated avenue.

"No, Mrs. Reiko—the maid said, the lady is here."

"Ms. Kunikida" Mrs. Kunikida, formerly known as Tsushima Ryo, is the younger sister of his ex-wife. She married a man named Kunikida Doppo many years ago.

The driver, Nomura, said, "Sir, you're asking the question knowingly. It's not Mrs. Kunikida, but Mrs. is back."

"You know, Mrs. Xiuzhi."

The author has something to say: I don't know what to say, um, happy Valentine's Day.

I'm with the lemons (Hallelujah)

Please accept 1/1, the next book will probably be "Oda Zuo his younger brother [Comprehensive]", I have put it on the top of the column!

I copied Lao Ge's phrase "for the greater good", so this is a Grindelwald.

It should be a good thing for Leng Mama to marry Kunikida... He is an ideal man!