[Gintama Sex Transfer] Investigation on the Employment Direction of Panasonic Private School

When a familiar shout came from outside the courtyard, Gui just swallowed the last mouthful of noodle soup.

"Sister Songyang, are you at home? Sister Songyang, I brought Mr. Tukata, who has not been slaughtered, to see you."

"Hey you brat, what are you talking about!"

The voice belonging to the Shinsengumi not dealing with the duo made Gui's body freeze suddenly, but his eyes began to light up.

Song Yang also helplessly raised his forehead, and while responding to them with a voice, he stretched out his hand to grab some of the strings and seemed to want to rush out to have a righteous confrontation with them. Gui's long black hair fluttered, and he lowered his voice to warn he.

"Kotaro, if there is a mess here, I will definitely be angry."

Although Gui, who has always been obedient, was still a little unwilling, muttering words such as "ah, the dignity of being a leader", but obediently turned out of the window.

Song Yang was not in a hurry to open the door, he tidied up all the tableware on the table, and then walked slowly to the entrance, and opened the door for the two standing outside.

"What happened?"

It is not surprising to ask such a question, after all, these two people are not wearing the usual black Shinsengumi uniforms, but a rare uniform, although this uniform can not conceal their aura.

"Well, Sister Songyang should have heard about it."

Sitting at the low table, Songyang poured tea for them and sat down, looking curiously at the dark-colored uniforms on Okita and Hijikata.

Okita propped his face, holding the teacup in his hand and seemed to be playing with it with great interest.

"About the assassination of the general."

As soon as the words fell, Hijikata coughed a little uncomfortably, trying to prevent Okita from revealing their plan, but when his eyes inadvertently moved to the face of the light-haired woman with a gentle smile sitting opposite him, he suddenly got stuck , quickly moved his head away imperceptibly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he picked up the teacup to drink tea in a concealed manner.

"I've heard about it, and Yinshi also mentioned it to me a little bit."

Song Yang took a sip of his tea lightly, his eyes flicked over the soil, and looked at the chestnut-haired boy who was looking at her with meaningful eyes.

She sighed.

"So, you're going to start doing something, right?"

"As expected of Sister Songyang's words." Okita stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled out the cannon hidden in the pocket of another dimension from behind, and pointed it at the still wandering earthwork.

"It's time for a private meeting next, and other people, such as some mayonnaise surnamed Hijikata, please leave quickly."

"Hey you!..." It's rare that Tufang didn't get angry immediately. Although he was sweating a little coldly when he was suddenly pointed at his head by the muzzle, he just stood up with a cold snort, raised his legs and walked out.

"The unrelated guy is gone, it seems that we can have a good family talk."

Okita put away the cannon and looked at Songyang, with an indistinct light shining in those innocent eyes.

"As for a teacher who taught three troublesome students, what's your opinion if you want to cheat an idealist guy who wants to destroy the world?"

So smart, this kid...

Song Yang blinked slightly, and smiled, with a nice curve on the corners of his lips.

She leaned her elbows on the table, propped her chin up, and with a smile in the corner of her eyes, she stared steadily into those bright red eyes.

"Rather than destroying the world, it might be better to say that it is trying to destroy darkness."

Okita blinked, but raised his eyebrows at this statement, without taking his eyes off her face at all.

"So, you are still the boss?"

Song Yang was startled, and suddenly understood, he shook his head helplessly, looking at the pure-looking young man with chestnut hair in front of him, the corners of his lips curled up helplessly.

"It seems that you have made up your mind to bring Yinshi in."

"Even if we don't ask the boss for help, Takasugi won't let the boss alone."

Okita tilted his head, not feeling at all that he said something that would make Shinsengumi's vice-president standing in the courtyard jump up, looking meaningfully at the calm-faced Matsuyo.

"Sister Songyang, it's better to lock the door of the house tonight. If there is troublesome guy who intends to destroy the world, come and attack at night, it will be terrible."

He still wanted to say something, but the impatient earthworker who was waiting in the courtyard shouted outside.

"Hey, Sougo, it's almost time, come out!"

There was a flash of displeasure in Okita's eyes, but he stopped talking, put down the teacup in his hand and got up, hesitated for a few seconds, and spoke again.

"For now, let's go to another place to stay for a few days, Sister Songyang. Whether it's the boss's place, or Gaoshan's, it's not a safe place."

Song Yang got up after him, nodded slightly, and explained. "Just in time, Mr. Sakai from the private school and I plan to go to Dicheng, and it will probably take some time."

"Yes, it's really a coincidence."

There are always some unspeakable meanings in the words, so Okita bent his lips and walked towards the courtyard with Songyang.

When sending them off, Songyang chatted with Okita for a few more words, most of which were about the news about this incident, and did not mention the dangerous name, and Hijikata did not say, "You brat, don't reveal the mission content!" Words like that stopped him, but he just stood quietly on the side, his expression a little unclear.

"Mr. Hijikata? Mr. Hijikata?"

The familiar voice brought him back to consciousness, and Hijikata raised his head, only to realize that at some point, the light-haired woman who had been chatting with Okita had already walked in front of him, and was looking at him worriedly. The boy gave him a half-smile look.

"Mr. Hijikata? You don't look very good..."

"...It's nothing..." The deputy head of the Shinsengumi, who was always good at speaking, felt his lips were dry at this moment, as if his inner thoughts had been seen through, but he couldn't say a decent word.

Why... seeing this guy... my brain is short-circuited...

"That's right... that's good." The light-haired woman seemed relieved, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled softly.

"Then, Mr. Hijikata, please come on, and you must protect yourself."

It is obviously a very simple, even casual reassurance, why do I feel that my mood will be happy along with it...

Hijikata frowned, looked at the back of the light-haired woman who was saying goodbye to Okita with her back to him, and listened to her gentle and gentle instructions, "Souwu should also protect himself, don't be self-willed when you see a strong opponent. Oh, by the way, if you see Gintoki, tell him to be careful, don't be impulsive, do things well, and take care of Shinpachi and Kagura." For some reason, I feel a little depressed again.

Hey, that guy is so gentle to everyone, only that bastard's natural curls are different.

Obviously, I know this is the case.

"Then, let's go, Sister Songyang, when things are over, Sister Songyang will come back quickly."

It was a temporary farewell.

The color of the sunset glow stretched across the sky, dyeing everything in the field of vision red, bright and tragic.

The light-haired woman stood under the brightly colored sunset, her voice gradually becoming hazy and almost indistinct.

"Goodbye, Sougo, Hijikata-san."

She said, goodbye...?Or see you next time?After walking a few steps, Tufang's heart skipped a beat, he didn't care about the interested eyes of Okita around him, he turned his head suddenly, only to see that in the distance, there was no one in front of the courtyard shrouded in the bright sunset.

It's not that I'll never see that guy again, why on earth... feel sad?

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The light coming in from the half-opened window was as red as blood.

The light-haired woman sat quietly in the bright red, lowered her eyes slightly, and muttered to herself towards the empty room.

"Do you understand, Oboro, soon, I will go back to her. From now on, I will leave it to you."

The black feather brushed past her side with the slight residual wind, barely falling on the palm of her hand, pierced through it again in just a second, and fell into the blood color. It should be a dirty color, but it is pure. Almost gorgeous.

like night.

She raised her hand, looked at the transparent palm that almost lost its outline under the bright sunset light, and chuckled softly.

Oboro's guy, completely unaware of what an astonishing, yet miraculous thing he did.

However, fortunately, there was him.

From now on, soon, there will be no such person as Yoshida Shoyo in this world.

The setting sun gradually faded, the light slowly dimmed, the night was like ink, and the darkness could not reveal a trace of breath, and it weighed heavily under this increasingly decaying country.

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

Yoshihito Bridge was attacked by unknown persons, and the struggle in Edo Castle became more and more intense, which had nothing to do with her.

She is just waiting for someone.

When frightening sirens started to sound in the city, the light-haired woman who had been sitting in the dark finally moved.

She raised her head, looked at the purple figure standing by the door, slightly bent her lips, and whispered that name.

"Jin Zhu."

The clear sound of a man in a purple kimono stepping on clogs resounded throughout the night in the silence.

The man's purple hair shone slightly in the moonlight, and his green eyes just stared at her unwaveringly.

He lowered his head slightly to look at the light-haired woman with a blurred expression against the moonlight, and stretched out his hand to her with a gentle yet firm voice.

"Come with me."

Song Yang didn't hold Takasugi's hand.

She just stood up slowly, stepped in front of him, and hugged him gently.

Hands wrapped around his neck.

"Jinsuke, I don't have time."

Gao Shan wanted to reach out to hug her back, but suddenly found that his hand had never touched anything.

The body in his arms gradually lost its warmth and sense of touch, only the face looking at him quietly was still beautiful and gentle, yet transparent and about to disappear.

Feeling the breath of life in his body slowly dissipating, Song Yang opened his eyes wide, tried his best to see the expression of the purple-haired man in front of him, his lips moved, trying to tell him the last secret about her.

"Jin Zhu...kill Xu..."

do not be sad.

Don't hate.

Only killing the nothingness that never existed can save me.

So, stop hurting yourself...

The moment the almost sighing sound dissipated, the light-colored figure in the arms completely disappeared.

The moonlight reflected the lonely figure of the man on the dark floor, inseparable and sad.

"Song...Yang?"

Takasugi felt that he suddenly lost his voice.The heart seemed to be completely hollowed out and could no longer beat.

His body trembled, and he knelt down on the ground.

His life has always existed for only one person.

What a joke.

really.It's fake, it's fake, it's fake.

How is it possible, it is true.

That person, that person disappeared before his eyes, how could it be real.

How can it be.How could it be true! ! !

Gentle tender tender tender.Those pictures were intertwined before his eyes, roaring in his mind.

Takasugi was suddenly in a trance.His face was contorted, and there was a bleak light in his dark green eyes. He lowered his head and laughed in a low voice, his voice getting more and more tragic.

It's a dream, right?

This world is just a dream, right?

If you want to wake up...

Is it okay to just continue to destroy the world?

Anyway, this world has no meaning to exist anymore, right?

At the last moment when his consciousness was about to go crazy, the last voice of that person sounded in his ears.

kill virtual...?

If that person can come back.

If possible, even if he cut the world with his hands, he would not hesitate.

A black feather fell before his eyes, light and fluttering like that person's long hair, brushing his cheek and falling to the ground.

crow?

"Is this the kind of guy Yoshida Matsuyo left behind?"

The man commanded by the crow came out of the night, his face was expressionless, and the gray eyes could not reveal a trace of human emotion.

"Crow, crow..."

That dangerous and gorgeous voice resounded in an extremely strange tone, and the purple-haired man slowly got up, raised his head, and there was a huge murderous intent in his eyes instantly.

this man.

He will never forget this man, and he will never forget that day.

That person...disappeared because of this man again!

The sharp edge of the knife sliced ​​through the night and stabbed at the gray-haired man like a poisonous snake, with a surging and violent killing intent.

Hazy's heart skipped a beat, and she almost couldn't dodge it, turned over and jumped out of the small room to the backyard.

He looked at the purple-haired man who seemed to be losing his mind after chasing him, and frowned. Thinking that he couldn't kill this man, he just responded to the crazy attack and made a sound.

"Yoshida Matsuyo is not dead."

The knife that hit his forehead stopped instantly.

Gao Shan stopped moving, his eyes were bright red, and he looked at him with a stern expression, the killing intent on the knife remained undiminished.

The gray-haired man had a gloomy expression, telling the entrusted lie without changing his face.

"She was taken away by people from the Dao of Heaven. If you want to save her, you can come with that man and step on the wreckage of this country."

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In the universe, the gray-haired man opened his eyes, and there was a rare violent shake in his eyes.

He looked at the endless darkness, pursed his lips tightly, with a bitter expression.

Yoshida Matsuyo... your kindness, my feelings, until the end, I still... still don't understand.

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Even if it is me, even you, there are unexpected things, right?

Sleeping deep in the body, the pure white soul gently curled the corners of its lips at the last moment when its consciousness was shut down.

They, from the very beginning, lost to feelings.

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God will probably continue to slow down QAQ during the development