[Comprehensive] The best assist

The bonfire meeting started with three simple fireworks bursting in the sky. I also grabbed my pants in embarrassment and hurriedly squeezed out from the dark and narrow door of the toilet together with Sakata Gintoki.I always thought that he was a facial paralyzed person who didn't like things but didn't feel sorry for himself. I didn't expect to see this kind of desire-immortal-desire-death expression on Sakata Gintoki's face. My life is also in a certain sense. It's complete.

"Wait a moment!"

Sakata Gintoki suddenly grabbed my elbow and pulled me back, his face looked special in the hazy moonlight: "Can I ask you something, miss?"

"Don't call me Miss, call me Queen... call me Strawberry!" I interrupted him.

Sakata Yinshi took a deep breath: "Okay, Strawberry, why don't we go to crowded places like we just had an affair, Ah Yin, I don't want to be dealt with by military regulations yet!"

I showed a hurt expression, reluctantly pulled the corners of my lips: "I understand you, then let's not go to crowded places, secretly..."

"Secret your head! It is obvious that the suspect who was caught is playing an ethical drama with me now!" Sakata Gintoki smashed the expression on my face with a hand knife, and then pointed to my pants: "Put on the pants, I will send them to you!" get out."

"It hurts!" I tightened my belt and muttered to refuse his kindness: "My medicine is not sold, and my mother will kill me when I get home. I don't want to go."

"Miss, do you know what the army is? The army is a place where you can't even come and go when you want to go to the public toilet. Believe it or not, I will throw you like a javelin?" You" breathed a little angrily: "Can you sell fake medicines and change someone else, don't keep catching Ah Yin as a fool, let me tell you."

Ah... so he still remembers about Yoshihara, this bottle of medicine is not fake, okay? !Seeing blood sealing the throat is hard to find!I didn't think about how to answer the conversation for a moment, but it was very fresh to see him pretending to be fierce—if this guy hadn't just screamed uncontrollably because he saw the opposite-sex-naked-body, he might have It's scary.The young Sakata Gintoki is just a baby at all, not to mention that Mr. Sorachi has already spoiled us, even if he is ten years later, he will have no way to stalk girls.

I glanced at him, and suddenly squatted on the ground and shouted: "Ah! My stomach hurts!"

"I warn you not to..."

"If you can't sell the medicine and go back, you will be beaten to death by your mother. My stomach hurts just thinking about it!" I continued to yell.

"Are you going to rely on Ah Yin?!"

"Yes."

"...Why don't you even bother to find an otl for a reason?"

I originally wanted to find an opportunity to give the bottle of medicine to Yinshi Sakata selflessly, but thinking that the protagonist's IQ is always online except when he is being funny, I made up a small excuse.Of course, it would be better to get the money back, Kido Auntie must be very happy, maybe she will give me money to support me in selling medicine in the future, it kills two birds with one stone.

It never occurred to me that Sakata Gintoki did not throw me out as a javelin in the end, and bought my medicine with the only two coins left in my wallet. I did not eat barbecue or drink delicious wine, but only held my neck high Only then can I see Ertijiao exploding in the sky—it’s just that the fireworks are probably the most memorable one I’ve ever seen in my life, with vibrant vocals and the smell of stinky sweat. The lights flickered in and out, and the green outline was printed on my retina like a golden light.

The persimmons placed against the chest were warmed by the body, and all the things I brought him were dedicated to that guy Suzuki. If it weren't for my cleverness, this last one would not have fallen into Sakata Gintoki's mouth. I secretly put it in his mouth. Pocket, then slipped out of the barracks after he was swarmed onto the stage as the finale of the Kick the Can show.All of this happens without anyone noticing.

I have always been very self-aware that I would become obedient in front of Sakata Gintoki, but it turns out that girls only want to be lovable if they are properly unreasonable.Looking at the long and deep little dirt road with no end in sight, I came up with such an idea.

It's not that I'm afraid of the dark.

……

……

Well, I'm just afraid of the dark.

Speaking of which, I have been with Luther for so many years, and it’s fine if I didn’t get a special function. The night vision ability also completely left me at the moment I lost my vampire status. Having died so many times, I felt very aggrieved—after changing my body, I died so many times in vain, and I didn’t get any benefit at all. It’s a lie to mix and match novels with upgrades.

Luther is the most useless system I've ever seen!

... Forget it, it's useless to blame him at this time, take advantage of this anger and rush home angrily.

I kept my hands clenched by my sides and rushed 80 to [-] meters in one breath. When the noise of the barbarians and the light of the bonfire were completely replaced by darkness, I faltered again.I could almost see the three fires on Yintang on my shoulders weakening rapidly visible to the naked eye, turning into a small beep-beep-boom-sized light spot, which was about to be swallowed by darkness.

The mud under the feet gradually infiltrated the coldness of the mud through the thin-soled straw sandals. When 4 was in the crowd just now, he was sweating profusely, but now he feels a little cold.There is no other way, the people's livelihood has been ruined by the war for years, and if there are pedestrians on the road, I will be frightened instead.

Maybe there is a certain suspicious feature in my character that I don’t know about. It only comes to the fore when fear strikes. As a writer’s imagination is brought into full play at this moment, I’m almost scared to pee by my brain. That's it - this is probably the famous saying, what is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is the human heart, all the writers are vying to describe the heinous brain hole, and it is the first time I know that there is such a terrible inspiration in my heart, What a dark side!

I ran towards the end of the path with tears in my face.

Smelly puddles, reed fields.The reed leaves were blown by the wind, and I couldn't help but feel a little depressed. I thought I should run a long way after running for so long, but I didn't expect to walk less than a third of the distance. I didn't feel it normally, but now I feel it. Have you reached the difficulty of "distance relationship"?

On this dark and windy night, my mind was wide open again. Red sorghum, Bailuyuan, etc. kept flashing in my mind. These big productions are inseparable from a piece of ambiguity... corn field and reed field are the same!Then, my brain hole materialized, and I seemed to see a figure in front of me...

Then he jumped at me, reeking of alcohol.

I was so shocked that I forgot to call out—what? !Did Luther add some weird superpowers to me? Isn't that bad!What if I figured out the end of the world? Wouldn't it be that I became a villainous villain?Before I had time to think about it, my back hit the ground heavily, and the cold of the winter night immediately soaked through my back, shaking my bones aching.

The magnified face in front of me, I don't know whether to describe it as lust-lust-smothered or drunken-sex, in short it is...very wretched.I always remember people like Sakata Gintoki and Luther. I almost forgot that the iconic appearance of this era is the moon head and baggy trousers. This person is like a mad dog that has been hungry for decades. When I came over, I inserted my words next to the old lady's neck. I slapped him on the face reflexively, and inserted my five fingers vigorously into all the holes in his face that could be inserted.The other party yelled sadly, and I quickly got up to give him a flirtatious kick, never expecting that he was a man with a knife.

The ice-cold snow blade, which seemed to have a fishy smell, rested on my neck.

It turned out to be a samurai.

That's right, among the [-] million Chinese, there are anti-Japanese heroes and traitors, so Japanese samurai are not allowed to be scumbags occasionally.Perhaps this kind of behavior of his can't be called a scumbag - judging by the current three views, it is at best an unruly behavior.

To obey or to resist, that is the question.

I don't want to choose, is there a third way?

"Brother, look... Let's have a discussion." I just said a word, and the dog has already tore off my skirt, and the movement is extremely skilled, and it doesn't look like it's the first time to do this.I was furious, and I didn't care if he would kill him casually, I tore and beat him with my hands and feet, I can't be humiliated, damn it, it's not like my mother has never died.

There is a huge difference between men and women in terms of strength and physical strength. I tried my best to resist, but the other party laughed mockingly. He slapped me on the face with his backhand. It was as if a firecracker had been set off suddenly, buzzing.

I bit the corner of my mouth, the bloody smell directly penetrated from my mouth into my nasal cavity, the sound of silk being torn from my chest to my waist, a large piece of skin was exposed, and the cold wind blew, irritating my whole body.Only then did I realize that some crying is not a sign of cowardice. I am about to cry now, with anger stagnant in my chest, and pain and scars in my heart, but I am not afraid, but I am powerless. Even if there is half a chance, I will You must kill this animal with your own hands.

Luther has brought me so many worlds, and it is still a bit useful.

What finally broke the predicament was a sharp knife, shining coldly under the moonlight, but full of vitality. It passed through the animal's chest and sprayed blood all over my face and body.He fell, not on top of me, and was kicked aside by me, revealing the person behind him—to be exact, a pair of eyes, half of which was blocked by bangs, and the other half shone brightly in the night.

"You...why are you here?" I sat up, still a little dazed in reaction, the other party's gaze fell directly on my chest, I belatedly covered up the torn clothes on my body, lowered my head and spit out a little Tone: "Thank you."

"Don't move!" Sakata Yinshi suddenly squatted down and stretched out his hand to pull my clothes. I was puzzled, but I didn't resist. He ripped off a piece of the skirt, revealing purple traces under the collarbone, like a bruise.

"When... when did this happen?" His fingers rubbed it lightly twice, the rough friction caused a layer of goosebumps, I couldn't help shaking, I covered my clothes tightly, and didn't pay attention to see.

"Don't! Don't get me wrong, I just look familiar." He was anxious first, stood up in a jump, took three steps back, and before he finished, he turned his back to me.

"Who has different bruises? What are you talking about?" Maybe it was done by that idiot just now, how do I know.He found a belt to tie up his clothes indiscriminately and got up: "You haven't said it yet, why are you here?"

"I planned to find someone to take you back. Recently, the outside world is not peaceful, and there are often wanderers wandering around. Who knows that you will disappear in a blink of an eye, so I have to come in person."

"I didn't expect you to be so kind?"

"Hey, at this time, I should say gratefully that you are here."

I pursed my lips and smiled at him: "Okay, thank you - it's a good thing you're here. Then please take me home, there's still such a long way to go."

Sakata Gintoki was left behind by me, and he followed me for a few steps before joining me.After all, he was still young in this era, he held it in for a long time, and asked me: "Why don't you ask me what my name is?"

I couldn't help laughing: "I know, your name is Sakata Gintoki."

I already knew.