Conan's Winery is all my vest

Chapter 337 Brandy. Sick?
"The look in your eyes makes me very unhappy."

Brandy said this calmly, but it reminded Conan subconsciously of what Brandy looked like before he almost killed him in the tile house hotel not long ago.

My eyes?

Conan was belatedly aware of Brandy's irrelevant reply, and he was half a beat behind before he understood the meaning of Brandy's words.

What's wrong with my eyes?

Brandy, who was in a good mood at first, suddenly turned a little bit bad under the gaze of Conan who didn't know whether he was in a daze or in protest.

irritating.

Conan's eyes are very big, black and white are distinct, and no emotion can be hidden.

After Brandy just showed his indifference to the fact that the real murderer escaped and the two innocent people would become scapegoats, the sudden disbelief and sincere puzzlement in Conan's eyes made Brandy inexplicably annoyed.

Why is Conan acting like this?
Why did he, who seemed indifferent, seem so different in his eyes?
Why surprised?
He has known himself for so long, doesn't Conan know what kind of person he is?
Or. Brandy's eyes darkened, and he thought of another possibility, but this possibility turned Brandy's already slightly unhappy mood into annoyance.

Or, Conan has never seen who he is all the time. In Conan's cognition, he is "brandy" shaped by Conan's thoughts, likes and dislikes, not himself.

Whether it is Conan's closeness or friendliness to him, it is not because of Conan's knowledge of Brandy himself, but the brandy he imagined.

annoying.

This look.

Brandy, no, it should be said that it is Mr. Devil. A long time ago, he hated this kind of look as if he had done something unbelievable.

Disgusting.

Whenever he sees someone around him expressing, "How did you become what you are now?" or, "You were obviously not this kind of person before", Mr. Devil will sincerely feel a kind of expression. A retching sensation that has been internalized into a physiological response.

A long, long time ago, Mr. Devil vaguely remembered seeing this look when he dug out the heart of a giant dragon and devoured it.

Between the blood color and the burning tongue, the dragon's blood boiled and burned, dripping on the palm of the immature devil who hadn't yet left the growth stage, burning scarlet wounds one after another.

As the burning heart was swallowed hard by Mr. Devil, he could feel a severe pain in his mouth and even his throat and esophagus that was so intense that he seemed to curl up and melt away.

"Liangliang, you shouldn't be like this."

However, compared to that, what makes Mr. Devil feel more disgusting is the disgusting expression on the face of a certain self-righteous dragon, and the so-called tears of forgiveness that are extremely mocking.

"who do you think You Are?"

His breath was suddenly suffocated, and Conan's familiar eyes made Mr. Devil seem to see the figure he hated so much again in a trance.

"what?"

Conan was puzzled by Brandy's sudden words, and the two monks were confused. Seeing that Brandy's face suddenly became ugly, Conan couldn't help but worry, "Brandy, are you okay?"

so funny.

Mr. Devil only felt an illusory yet seemingly real burning pain, which suddenly spread from his mouth to his entire torso, and he only felt his stomach pouch evaporate.

I'm selfish, mean, cold, egotistical, withdrawn.

I never hide. I never say anything.
Why...why did you show that expression as if you were betrayed, your trust was betrayed.?

The headache, which Brandy has been deliberately ignoring, now clearly shows its presence.

"You are not like this, A Liang!". "I am disappointed Liang Liang.". "Why did you kill me?".
All kinds of false, imaginary, or past noisy human voices mixed with short tinnitus in Brandy's ears made him dizzy.

"Brandy?!"

Conan saw that the blood on Brandy's face was gone, and his paranoid expression seemed to be caught in some memory, so Conan couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"Wake up, Brandy?! What's going on?"

For a while, Conan couldn't care about Reiko and Wada who were about to be wronged. He tried to call Brandy's name to wake him up, but it didn't help.

I've always been me, I've always been
I, obviously from the beginning to the end, as always.

Why. Both of you are looking at me like this?
Obviously I never, never promised anything.

Brandy's face looked very pale at this moment, as if he was trying his best to
Sorrow, pity, astonishment, sadness as if suffered some unbelievable betrayal
"Well--"

The uncontrollable nausea and desire to vomit dragged Brandy back to reality from the quagmire.

Brandy pursed his lips tightly, his lips were pale, his brows were furrowed, and he firmly restrained his desire to vomit.

"Are you all right, Brandy—"

"Snapped!"

Brandy slammed Conan's hand aside. Brandy's physical fitness has been strengthened initially. Although he can't compare with his own body, or Hoshino Takuya who is in sync with the body state, it can still be said to be far superior. human.

Brandy didn't restrain his strength at all, and Conan's palm was waved away by Brandy, causing physiological tears to burst out of his eyes.

Conan, who didn't react at all, stared blankly at Brandy with tears streaming down his hands, clutching the back of his hand that had swollen a lot.

Conan couldn't figure out how things had turned into the current situation that he couldn't understand in just a dozen seconds.

Brandy suppressed the sound of rapid breathing, and he took a few deep breaths before he managed to suppress the soaring retching and violent emotions.

"I don't like that look."

Brandy was uncomfortable seeing Conan's strange eyes. He stretched out his hand calmly and coldly, and turned the face of Conan who was staring at him to the other side, "Don't look at me like that."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't be able to control it."

Brandy, in a tone that sounded very plain, stated a possibility that was frightening to Conan's ears, "...will want to pick out your somewhat annoying eyes from the inside of your eye sockets come out."

(End of this chapter)