little angel chasing his wife

Even though his eyes were fixed on Mikasa, Mikasa's speed was too fast.

She can perfectly control her body, swing her own weight with each attack and follow the trajectory of each attack, allowing the attack to proceed uninterrupted.

Just like a monster.

At the level of normal humans, this is already at the level of monsters.

Compared with her, Allen is just special.

So irritating……

Blocking another kick from Mikasa with my hand, I turned and switched to her dead corner, but it was followed by another round of attacks from her.

So irritated, so irritated, so irritated...

No matter how you look at it, the only way is to attack her vitals.

What if I miss it?

Of course it doesn't mean that I can't control my strength, but I'm afraid that my too turbulent emotions will make me subconsciously kill myself.

I'm just an ordinary person, not a saint.

Facing a rival in love who has always been against me—the point is that I can’t understand her, it’s really hard to hold back my fist, but she is really ruthless, if I didn’t dodge the punch just now , now my ribs are probably about to break.

It's not okay to hide like this all the time, just now I promised Sophie that I would punch Mikasa in the face.

The next action is - block - position - block - position - position -

Nice corner.

Standing behind Mikasa, I punched Mikasa hard in the face who turned around.

...as expected, I felt much better.

The next step is to punch in the face.

I was short and flexible to avoid Mikasa's counterattack, and quickly stepped back to open the distance.

So fighting aboveboard is really not for me.

Especially facing Mikasa's attack head-on, her fist grazed her elbow causing burning pain.

Just face it.

I slammed forward and grabbed Mikasa's shoulders, rolled her body behind her, and punched her again when she turned around.

Well... now I'm a little happy.

It feels really good to face.

Eh... wait? !It feels like if this goes on like this, something incredible will awaken!

This trance got me hit by Mikasa.

It was a hard kick, plus her weight, my stomach just went numb, and then my field of vision began to zoom in and out. After rolling a few times on the ground and finally supporting my body, my stomach hurt like it was about to shatter up.

A sweet and fishy smell rose from my throat and choked my nose. I coughed a few times, and a dark trace appeared on the wooden floor in front of me.

Sure enough, I couldn't be hit, and I couldn't stand up after two more hits.

"You can't beat me," Mikasa's haughty voice came from the side, I looked over, and she was walking towards me, "You just know how to play tricks, but you can't do it when you meet someone who is strong, just admit defeat and give up. In time."

Really... underestimated...

I tried to stand up on my knees.

"Mikasa!" Alan's voice didn't know when it became so close, I paused, and stood up abruptly, "Enough is enough!"

"Alan, I'm doing it for your own good!" Mikasa's voice was a little weaker, "I know you made it up to her because you felt guilty for her in those three months, but you didn't do it voluntarily, it was her It’s not your fault at all for wishful thinking.”

I sneered and looked at Mikasa's angry face, "That's really good, I just like bitches who are despised and ignored so much, you are so considerate of Allen, your selfish face really makes me sick .”

"But enough?" I looked at Alan and smiled, feeling unprecedentedly happy in my heart, "Who said enough? I haven't got what I want yet."

I rushed towards Mikasa suddenly, blocked her movement, and grabbed her shoulder again. Mikasa bent her legs towards my lower abdomen, and aimed at my side waist with her right hand. I suddenly withdrew my hand and stepped back. Her eyes immediately became shocked, and I lifted my right leg high and kicked her temple.

Mikasa was kicked out by me, she didn't faint immediately as she expected, instead she braced her body to stand up, and during this time, she shook her head violently.

"You're right, I can't beat you," I smiled at her, "but I can kill you."

That's right... I had an idea a long time ago.

On that windy street, I looked at you standing with Alan, looking at you wrapped in a scarf gently by Alan's hand.

What made me unable to escape afterwards was not embarrassment, sadness, or heartache, but the uncontrollable killing intent that welled up in my heart.

Mikasa, do you know how much I want to kill you?

This deformed desire has not been able to vent, even if I choose to give up Alan and choose to treat everything related to him flatly, but only you...

But why are you touching this minefield?

You may only have Alan in your world, but isn't it too cunning to use this as an excuse to hurt others?

I am not a saint, but a man walking on the edge.

"Stay away from me, Mikasa," I felt my hands tremble, not because of fatigue, but because of excitement, "being close to you... scares me."

Afraid that I can't help but kill your desire.

Everyone has a devil in their heart, but more than ten years ago, someone released the devil in my heart.

Suddenly there was some weight on my head, my eyes widened a little, and I stopped the people behind me in a cold voice, "Take your hands away."

The warm palm pressed against my hair, the temperature made me feel even more irritable.

"Really... that's enough," he suddenly hugged me, wrapping his hands around my shoulders, pressing me into his arms like hugging a child, with his head against the back of my head, "we really ...Is this the only way?"

"Isn't it?" I replied softly.

Avoiding, neglecting, and hurting are what we should be like now.

"Alan, I still love you," I tilted my head, "but we can't go back to the past."

"You don't want to learn from the old me anymore. Thinking about it now, it was really embarrassing."

I opened Alan's hand, he hugged him very tightly, I opened it finger by finger, as if gently tearing the coat of a fragile heart, watching it ooze a fine layer of bright red blood drop.

It really hurts...

At the last finger, he suddenly grabbed one of my fingers and held it tightly, then he let go, the warmth behind him suddenly disappeared, and he walked towards Mikasa in my sight.

In fact, I have been looking forward to such a scene, right?

I watched his back very seriously.

Expecting him to reject me outright, expecting him to push me into the depths of pain without hesitation, then all I can do is hate him.

Then it won't be like now, pretending not to care, making yourself look relaxed, and the result is getting more and more overwhelmed.

When he walked in front of Mikasa, he turned his head suddenly. His light black hair was a little longer, covering his ears and covering his eyebrows a little. The corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, and the crystal green pupils moved to this side. He looked at me, suddenly raised the corners of his eyes, and smiled with a mouthful of white teeth.

"You feel bad." He said with a smile, then helped Mikasa to leave.

I was left on the spot, feeling the north wind sluggish, and the three Sophie over there came to me, and Derek elbowed me.

I feel sorry for you ghost! !

The atmosphere I managed to create was ruined by him just like that. How can this guy know how to read the atmosphere? !

Distressed, distressed, distressed... I feel sorry for you, you ghost!

Mikasa blew my temples, you left me a word about me proudly?Heart?pain?up? !

This bastard!

I stomped my way home angrily, leaving the others behind.

"Minister, you just left us like this?!" Sophie called me loudly from behind.

"Go home!" I waved to them impatiently.

When I got home, the old butler was still looking after the house. I asked him if Ymir was asleep, but he told me that Ymir hadn't come back yet.

"Miss, go to bed first, I will wait for the young master to come back."

I nodded and went back to the room first.

After taking off my coat and throwing it on the bed, I threw myself on it too.

Mad at me, mad at me, mad at me! !

I wanted to vent my anger by biting the pillow with my teeth, and suddenly got up from the bed in a jerk.

The window was open, and the wind poured in vigorously from the outside, raising the curtains high.

A man squatted on the window sill, playing with a dagger, his face was dark against the moonlight, and the dagger in his hand shone brightly because of the reflection of the moonlight.

"Long time no see," he raised his head and smiled, "My lovely student."

The fear lurking in the depths of the darkness made me unable to move. I didn't dare to waste my sight elsewhere, but just stared at this person firmly.

Staring at the source of the nightmares I grew up with that never went away.

He is my teacher, although he is a famous killer, he has no name, because he said that a good killer should not have a real name, so he abandoned his name and lurks in the dark, enjoying the pleasure of death in the form of nothingness .

Only this person... only he is the one I dare not approach easily, every time I get alone is like being in hell, the scorching flames are burning the ends of my hair, and the scythe of death is dragging behind me.

"Look at that expression," the dagger reflected a ray of light under the moonlight, shining on his ordinary face, the face that should have been ordinary was distorted by perverted excitement, and the corners of the mouth were bent into a piercing arc , "It's really wonderful... As expected of my favorite student."

"I like it so much that I wish I could kill you..."

I kept reminding myself to be calm, and my right hand couldn't help trembling as I touched the weapon on my waist.

Should I choose a dagger or a gun... which one is safer...

no!Eve, you have to calm down!

He suddenly laughed out loud, and my hand suddenly closed on the dagger.

"It's really great to see people's struggling expressions!" He stood up unsteadily, his eyes slightly squinted, with a penetrating light, "Unfortunately, you don't know how to appreciate it..."

Then he jumped into the darkness, and I was the only one left in the room. His laughing voice was still echoing in my ears, little by little, from far to near, like a hand slowly grasping my waist heart.

I stood for a long time in the dark, and then I left the room, where the old butler was still waiting in the drawing room.

"Ymir is he back?"

"Not yet," the old butler replied, "Miss hasn't fallen asleep yet?"

Looking at the old butler's kind face, I finally felt a sense of security, "Then I'll go back to sleep first."

I'm too tired today, I must have a good sleep.

With some fear and uneasiness, I lay for a long time before falling drowsily into sleep.

There was still darkness in the dream, and the thunderbolt tore it apart, revealing childish and frightened faces. They all had weapons in their hands, and everyone's hands were stained with blood.

We... can't go back...

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