Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

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"Please! Let me go... let me go!"

The woman who used to easily provoke a man's mind with her smile can only cry helplessly now.

"please…"

Snot and tears dripped down her face, her pretty face was blurred, and after her eyeliner was wet with tears, a gurgle of black soup stained Akane Minagawa's cheeks.

"Please…"

Mori Yuesha hummed "Song of the Puppy Dog", and dragged Minagawa Akane into the alley with one hand.

After letting go, there was still a bunch of torn hair in the palm.

"Miss Minagawa, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Akane Minagawa curled up in the corner, if possible, she wanted to build herself into the concrete at the moment, at least to avoid this terrifying demon.

"Prajna! Prajna, I know, Prajna!"

The woman started talking incoherently like crazy: "Masquerade! They have the ability to travel between cities!"

"Fog! There is still fog!"

"I am innocent…"

Mori Yuesha tilted her head, while filtering the woman's begging and wailing, while listening to the information about the masquerade.

After all, sooner or later, she had to hammer the organization to death.

"Apologize."

what?

Hearing the voice, Akane Minagawa opened her mouth in a daze, and the woman who was caught off guard hoarse.

However, the desire to survive made her react quickly.

"Sorry, I apologize!"

"Sorry sorry! I—"

Mori Yuesha smiled: "It's not about me."

"It's a gift to see you early."

Akane Minagawa knelt on the ground, her knees were covered with bloodstains from rough stones: "I'm sorry! I saw Marei earlier, it's the teacher's fault..."

"Please, let me go! I was wrong!"

"See you soon..."

Suddenly, Akane Minagawa trembled.

See Zhenli early...?

A bolt of lightning pierced her brain.

Minagawa Akane understood.

She raised her head with hatred on her face: "I see, female cousin! You are Sen—"

puff.

The scalpel plunged into the woman's forehead with precision, like a hot table knife hanging gently on the delicious butter. No need for force, the tip of the dagger easily slipped into the brain, and stirred a few times in the wrinkled and long-haired cortex.

Before she died, she still stared fiercely at Sen Yuesha's blurred back.

The lights flickered strangely.

In the white flames, the woman burned up, and a special and cold wind hung on the windless night. A few discarded lottery tickets and postcards with sexy girls in the corner were rolled up into the air.

Blow away the ashes.

The alley was quiet again.

Not long after, the sound of another shoe passing by.

Da da.

……clatter.

"Eh?"

Footsteps stopped.

The visitor bent down and picked up the dusty lady's purse on the ground.

who dropped...?

sizzle.

Very hot.

The girl who happened to pass by opened the zipper curiously.

A mask with peach hearts printed on it was staring at her treacherously in the field of vision.

The palm is getting hotter and hotter.

Ding--

On the phone screen, the message just received pops up.

【Yueji: Is senior sister home yet? 】

Chapter 196 Chapter 70 The Birth of an Actor

Kasumigaoka Shiyu turned into another street while sending a message.

Mori Yuesha replied from time to time.

[Little cutie: Sister, be careful on the road. 】

[Little cutie: It's too late. 】

pat.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu secretly smiled, she really cared about what happened before.After all, the other party saved himself from those disgusting insects.

The hot and cold chains, the ground trembling like water——

Super powers, really interesting.

Mori Yuesha is more interesting.

Watching the other party carefully touch her, hug her, as if about to open her palm, and look fearful...

Obviously she is more beautiful herself.

Gee.

So cute.

Without the slightest sense of guilt for being blindfolded, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu was very curious about Mori Yuesha, not to mention, today's editor praised herself a lot.

Thanks to Mori Yuesha.

How can I thank you?

The curved silver street lamps in the alley flickered on and off, and when Shiyu was not paying attention, the ashes not far away were blown away by the wind.

A long lady's backpack was left in the corner.

The girl stopped.

This is…

whose bag?

As if something was attracting her, the girl who rarely meddled stopped in place, lowered her head, and stared at the black leather bag.

Intuition roared in the brain for warning.

leave--

leave here.

Don't mind your own business!

Can…

The other self seemed to be screaming, tearing his hair, and the endless and repetitive words got into his eyeballs!

Pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up!