Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

boom.

The locker room door was locked.

"You are also a contact..."

Saki Nakajima, who was lying in a pool of blood, said bitterly.

Although half of her face was sunken, the power of the mist was still crawling in her body, providing the girl with a weak vitality.

This allowed her to last until the end of the ceremony, thus repairing her visage.

"I?"

My wife Yuno pointed to herself.

Of course.

If it wasn't for the contacts, there would never be such a powerful force - before entering the door, the two wrestled for a while.

Saki Nakajima lost.

"It's Sen Yuesha again! What's so good about her?! Everyone is helping her!!"

Nakajima Saki clenched his fist tightly, blood flowed more and more, and the entire carpet was stained red.

"My wife Yuno, we... we are calling the mist, do you know the mist?"

"He will make us immortal!"

"Eternal life! Endless power! Do you want it?"

"I can help you!"

My wife Yuno was sitting on a rectangular ottoman, leisurely raising her legs, listening to Nakajima Saki, who was slowly crawling in front of her feet, a little bit of seductive words.

"Mist, the children of the Mist will come here."

"None of you can stop it, you and Mori Yuesha are just two contacts..."

"Want to protect her?"

"If you let me go..."

My wife Yuno picked up the meat cleaver, pressed the blade to her palm, and looked it over and over again.

The shining blade reflected the girl's pink hair.

Chapter 163 Chapter 37 The Last Ritual

Saki Nakajima who chattered touched my wife Yuno's leg.

Her five fingers firmly grasped Yuno's ankle, and she looked at Yuno with her only remaining eyes.

Blood blurred his vision.

In the quiet locker room, there was only the sound of squeaks and squeaks of muscles when bugs came in and out.

The blood formed a mirror, reflecting the indifferent face of my wife Yuno. The girl played with the meat cleaver, pinching the wooden handle on her fingertips and turning it around.

She cast her curious eyes on half of the face at her feet: "Nakajima-san, do you hate Mori Yuesha?"

silence.

"Well, there is no other meaning." My wife Yuno stared straight at the blade: "I'm not very interested in your fog."

"Just curious..."

My wife Yuno grinned, and the silver blade flashed: "Do you hate Mori Yuesha?"

Repeated again.

Saki Nakajima pinched the opponent's ankle tightly.

"Hate." The girl replied dully, "So what?"

"Mist-"

My wife Yuno snapped her fingers and interrupted the other party: "How much hate?"

How much do you hate?

Half of his face was squirming, and Nakajima Saki looked over in confusion.

"How much hate? For example, hate the one that you want to kill with a knife?"

Nakajima Saki smiled self-deprecatingly: "No, if it's hatred, no."

"I have no hatred with Mori Yuesha."

"then you--"

"But I just want to kill her!"

Half of his face suddenly became ferocious!

Squeezing the distorted facial features caused the insects under the skin to swarm together, and several wriggling bumps appeared on the girl's fair face.

"Why! She has so many!"

"Wealth, looks, and—"

A few insect feet ooze from Nakajima Shahi's distorted face, and the bristles are like extremely thick hairs, and black tentacles grow out piece by piece on the face.

"I just want to kill her, what's the problem?"

"Everyone is prey!"

Saying that she didn't know where she heard it, Nakajima Saki looked at my wife Yuno proudly: "I can promise you to let Mori Yuesha go, after the fog falls, I will persuade..."

She pronounced a name.

"Let the two of you, barely under my command, exist as contacts of the mist..."

My wife Yuno flicked the blade with her fingers happily, and the iron squeaked softly, making a vibrating sound of 'ding'.

"Great!"

She smiled and showed her white teeth: "It's great that you hate her so much!"

In the astonished expression of Nakajima Saki, my wife Yuno stood up suddenly.

She rode on Nakajima Saki's back—

One hand went straight down, firmly grasping Nakajima's long hair, sticking to the scalp, and pulling it up!

The other holds a knife and puts the blade on the opponent's neck...

"My wife!!"

Nakajima Saki howled, and his body began to struggle and twist crazily!

She already guessed what my wife Yuno was going to do!

"whee……"

"Don't move, start sawing wood."

During the treacherous words, my wife Yuno started to move her right hand.

With his left hand, he firmly pulled up the hair, forcing Nakajima Saki to raise his head, revealing his white and tender neck——

The hand holding the knife in the right hand slowly exerted force, like pulling a saw chain, the meat cleaver kept cutting left and right!

puff--

Hiss—

The sound of the blade cutting the skin is also the sound of the trachea tearing open.

"My wife... I..."

Gumbling.

Blood gushes from the arteries, flooding the windpipe.

Saki Nakajima couldn't make any sound, she could only feel the blood pumped from her heart, slowly submerging her breathing channel.

My wife Yuno is still cutting left and right.

Unlike a sharp machete, this kind of household meat cleaver cannot cut through and cut through thick flesh——

The only way to do this is to straighten the head, make the neck completely straight, and then use the blade to cut it off again and again.

"I'm sawing wood, sawing wood, sawing wood..."

"The big tree has grown for hundreds of years, today I am here to saw wood..."

My wife Yuno hummed a song, letting the greasy blood flood her right hand.

Saki Nakajima was twitching crazily, her eyes were dull, and there was only the sound of 'He He' in her slightly opened mouth.

"Saw wood, saw wood, left and right..."

"What should I do if I can't finish sawing, one forward and one backward..."

The arm kept cutting to the left and right, tearing the skin, the throat, and when it touched the cervical spine, the rough bone grinding sound began to appear, and the blood flowed all over the ground. The deep red mirror reflected the despair of the dead and the living. pleasure.

Click, click, click.

Saki Nakajima has long been silent.

My wife Yuno was riding on the girl's back. At this moment, she could vaguely pull the head away from the body.

At the joint, there is only a small piece of skin.

While waving the blade, skilled techniques.

My wife Yuno shook Saki Nakajima's hair and dropped the knife casually.

She lowered her arms in disgust, and wiped the blood-stained palm on the other party's skirt.

In the scene of bloody hell, my wife Yuno stood up, held it, put it on the chair, and then tiptoed, took off her backpack from the wall buckle.

Squeeze out the diary.

[Blind (Pre-Ⅲ):

【The person who is jealous of me is my enemy! 】