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

He knew that his survival was indeed thanks to this man.Therefore, even if that person is lying on the table with a lazy look at the moment, the voice with no vitality softly gives him instructions.

"Hey, let's cook, Oboro."

He could only slump his face, nodded, put down the kunai in his hand, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Behind him, he could hear the man muttering. "Oh, Oboro-chan is still a child, always with a paralyzed face will cause premature aging~"

He just shivered slightly and continued walking.

After staying with that person for a while, when I first met that person, the impression she left on me has long since dissipated.

Obviously, at that time, it was the kind of gentleness that was almost as clean as a god, like, like, what is it?

that time...

His hands that were washing the rice paused for a moment, and then he shook his head lightly.

Sure enough, it still feels weird.

Seriously speaking, he was a man who had died once.

That day, he was lying on the battlefield full of corpses, his body was covered with bruises and blood, he was about to swallow his last breath, and when his vision was about to go dark as his brain gradually lost consciousness, that person appeared.

In fact, he could no longer see the person in front of him clearly, nor could he hear any voices.

In the haze, he could only see that person was covered in black, but his whole body seemed to be radiant, and there was a gentle expression on his face hidden under the bamboo hat, so she squatted down in front of him unexpectedly.

Afterwards, he was completely plunged into the darkness, just in a daze, feeling as if something warm was dripping down from his chest, flowing along with his little sanity left.

Obor woke up from the instinctive trembling of his body.

What I could see was the endless darkness outside the window.

Here is the universe.

The momentary rest should be over.

He turned over and sat up, feeling something in his throat was about to gushe out, he frowned, and suppressed it with difficulty.

The body may not last long.

He thought self-deprecatingly.Recalling the dream just now in his mind, his eyes flashed unconsciously.

I thought that I would no longer dream about things belonging to that person. After all, no matter which way I use it, that person is real and has disappeared in this world.

"Master Oboro."

There was a knock on the door, and the sound of sincerity and fear seemed too flustered.

"Master Xu told you to go over there."

Lu didn't say a word, and pushed open the door just when the subordinate outside the door was about to speak again, concealing his physical weakness, just nodded slightly to the subordinate, and turned to that person Go where you are.

that person...

That person is no longer there.

However, that person is eternal.

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"I'm tired, Oboro."

The light-colored long hair slid down the neck, and the clear and beautiful face was dyed with a dangerous enchantment. There was only empty indifference in the pale green eyes, and the slightly raised corners of the eyes were filled with an indescribable coldness.

Smiling, but like an irrational beast.

He had never felt that that person was so suitable for those jet-black wings.

beauty.And like the god of death in hell.

"Sorry, Mr. Xu, please just give orders."

He knelt down on one knee, lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at that person's face again.

This battle against the already decayed country has just begun.

"Then, for the next game, let's start with Oboro."

That once gentle voice has long since turned into a rose among the blood, pure and cruel, making people tremble.

"Master Xu means...do you want them both to suffer?"

Oboro is still in that surrendering posture, his eyes are calm and unwavering.

"You really understand me, Oo. The so-called snipe and clam fight for the fisherman's profit, isn't that the truth?"

The man smiled softly, but the eyes that fell on the top of his head didn't even have a trace of warmth.

"I see, my lord."

He thought of that person's request to him at the last moment, and sighed silently.

The person who knows that person best is indeed that person himself.

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that person.

For him at that time, it was really a rather strange guy.

He thought that he was completely dead, but when he woke up enduring the pain all over his body, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was that person's smile.

Like the long-lost sunshine, it dazzled his eyes.

"It seems that it is feasible, are you awake, little guy? How do you feel physically?"

Sound as soft as a feather.

He sat up with his weak body, smelling the smell of blood, turned his head with difficulty and saw the corpses all around him, and then looked at the person who was still squatting beside him, his voice that hadn't recovered was too hoarse .

"Who are you...why..."

Why save a dead person?

He was a little out of breath without saying a few words, the man blinked his pale green eyes, as if he was relieved, the corners of his lips were curved, and his shallow smile was beautiful.

"It seems to be effective, hey, I brought you back to life, what are you going to do next?"

He was only stunned for a few seconds, then stood up with difficulty, trying to salute her to express his gratitude.

For those who gave themselves a second life, this kindness must be repaid no matter what.

"Please let me follow you."

Making such a decision was not on his spur of the moment. That person was obviously not an ordinary person, and following her was the only choice right now. He was only a teenager and he didn't doubt this.

That person should have been silent for a second, and helplessness flashed across his eyes for a moment, but he quickly recovered that gentle smile, reached out to support his rickety body, and sighed.

"Then, don't regret it."

Those were the last words he remembered at the time.

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"I once said that Songyang bought your life with his own, so don't waste it casually."

Hazy raised his cloak slightly, looked at the scarred purple-haired man who was pierced by the scepter and fell to the ground without a sound, and then glanced at the blood-stained silver-haired man who was exhausted and gloomy, his eyes were gloomy .

"The apocalypse given by the eight-foot bird will never happen again, disciples of Songyang."

That person can no longer protect them anymore, and only they can go the rest of the way.

Thinking of what would happen next, he couldn't bear it.

That person, who had tried everything to keep those children away from the war, until the end she couldn't do it.

Just as that person expected, these two men undoubtedly walked on this road of rebelling against the sky and themselves without hesitation.

Until you become an enemy of the person you love the most.

And he couldn't do anything for that person anymore.

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Only later did he realize what kind of prison he was in now.

Tianzhaoyuan Naraku, this name is no stranger to him.He originally came from a family of samurai, although he was an illegitimate child, but when his family was assassinated by Naraku Amaterasu, the imperial organization of the shogunate, it was impossible for him to escape from birth. Obliterated.

He really didn't expect to meet that person.

Even if that person was somehow the head of the organization that caused his death, well, that didn't matter.

"Speaking of which, kid, what was your previous name?"

The man dragged his face sideways, smiling and looking at him who was training.

As a person brought back by the leader of the organization himself, he didn't have to train with those adopted children, he got the personal guidance of that person.

Therefore, he can be regarded as that person's disciple, and he will follow that person around.

"I don't have a name, please give me a name, Lord Xu."

He habitually knelt down on one knee and bowed his head, with all manners and a humble tone.

The man obviously didn't like his appearance, so he pulled him up as soon as he stretched out his hand, and patted his head to make him look up.

"A child should look like a child. If you always do this, you will become a wrinkled little old man."

He was stunned, watching the man move the bench for him, then pressed him to sit down, and then continued to look at him with a smile, and when he met the man's smiling pale green eyes, he suddenly felt short of breath. It's kind of difficult.

He was just surprised.

Being in hell, but still being able to illuminate the light underground, how dazzling it must be...

"Don't you have a name...then...you should be called Oboro."

It's a fitting name for an assassin.

Like the one who should be with the sunshine.

She is called Xu.

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The long-lost update, cough cough, the hazy sauce made up will probably have 2. When will we see you next time~