Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

mask…

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu pinched the chin of the mask with dull eyes, and slowly moved it towards the face.

wear well.

There is no difference in vision.

The only thing that seems to be a door...

Just different from the color of the world, the entire door panel is engraved with bright blue patterns.

Flow slowly.

In the field of vision invisible to the naked eye, flickering black and red light spots swarmed towards the girl's eyebrows, scrambling to get in.

On a summer night, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu shivered.

The mask fit weightlessly on the face, two small ears were exposed, and the black hair was fluttering, collecting the sound of quietly approaching footsteps.

It was the sound of a man's footsteps.

Heavy breathing, hard soles, and malicious stares.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu understood that he seemed to have fallen into a trap that he should not have stepped into by accident.

And the hunter didn't expect that the reindeer's prey was unknowingly changed to a fox.

"Akane Minagawa."

The visitor's greasy voice seemed to have a greasy liquid passing through his throat, and the small bubble ending stayed in Kasumigaoka Shiwa's cochlea.

The girl shuddered.

"Minagawa...Akane."

The call was getting closer, and as the footsteps stopped, a pair of hands in black leather gloves touched the girl's left shoulder.

The man who spoke was firm and mocking: "Have you decided?"

How should I answer this?

Mr. Minagawa, so, this is your mask?

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu turned her back and didn't dare to turn her head.

His eyes scanned her back, with a kind of maliciousness like standing above a high pothole, looking at the helpless prey after falling into the trap.

"Your identity has been exposed."

"Official and all covert ceremonial associations."

"I already know your identity."

After the visitor patted Kasumigaoka Shiyu on the shoulder generously, he put down his hands and paced behind her.

"You have no choice." The man sighed, and lowered his voice hypocritically: "Prajna doesn't have enough power and wisdom."

"So he died."

"Do you want to die with him?"

——No, I want to go home and revise my novel.

— soon to be a real novelist, I don't want to die at the hands of your gloved weirdo this summer.

——Also, Minagawa-sensei, what have you done?

——Does leather products especially trigger your xp?

Ugh.

The face under the mask pursed her lips vaguely, and the woman snorted unobtrusively.

It is a promise.

"Very good." There was a little smile in the man's pleasant tone: "You have been transformed by the mist, and you are more suitable for containing chaos than ordinary "contactees". "

"Come to my side, and I will intercede for you."

"Since Prajna is dead, the organizer won't make things difficult for you."

"How about it?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu knew that he would die if he didn't speak.

She tried to cough twice, and muttered vaguely: "You said——"

"you?"

The other party's tongue twisted, grasping the small loophole of Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, and there was some dissatisfaction in his words.

"The first time we met, call me Huojianshe."

"The second time, I became Mr. Huoma."

"Before the ceremony, it was 'Dear Society Master'."

"Now, is it 'you'?"

"Qi, you really are a ruthless woman."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu felt sick for a while.

What kind of role did I play...

However, what this Huojianshe said moved Kasumigaoka Shiyu's heart.

If Ms. Minagawa Akane was the instigator of the last misty incident, then, in the mouth of Huojianshe, the dead "Panruo" is her superior——

And this Huojianshe is the one who Mr. Minagawa fought side by side...

A 'close' friend under another friendship?

Are they actually an organization?

"Cy?"

The man's gentle and smooth voice appeared in Kasumigaoka Shiyu's ears again.

cough.

The girl turned her back to him: "I agree."

She frantically recalled Akane Minagawa's tone of voice and oral habit, hoping that the man would not notice.

As it turns out, one night of intimacy wasn't enough for the leather lover to remember all the details of Akane Minagawa.In other words, if you want a man to remember a woman who is once a spring breeze just by listening to her voice, the premise is that this woman is very good at shouting under certain special circumstances.

"You have dyed your hair, it's fine, and you have a sense of prevention."

The scattered black hair was blown by the wind amidst the man's approval, and the woman nodded imperceptibly.

Instead, it was praised.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu muttered contemptuously in his heart.

Mori Yuesha won't be so big (is it)

Alas, what should I do...

Not very good at acting.

Chapter 197 Chapter 71 The Unlucky Ms. Heart

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu feels that there is always a limit to bad luck.

Obviously, today she exceeded this limit.

The man in front of him who called himself "Huojianshe" was wearing leather gloves, wearing a leather jacket and high leather boots on a summer night, and was talking with his head held high in front of him.

His mask is neither sad nor joyful, with scratches all over the solemn mask, and the place where only two eyeballs are gurgling, which is both weird and ridiculous.

"It's decided, let's go."

"The dance is about to begin."

prom?

What dance?

Who am I and where am I?

(?д?≡?д?)……Σ( ° △ °)…ε=ε=ヾ(;?д?)/

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu clutched her backpack tightly, and was reluctantly dragged by the man into the shop.

Their destination was the door with the bright blue charm engraved on it.

Girls can't say no.

She roughly calculated that if she turned around and ran away, even if the other party was just an ordinary adult man—well, it seemed that she couldn't escape.

What's more, this leather man doesn't look like an ordinary person...

click.

The doorknob was pressed down by the man and pulled open.

There was a burst of toothache metal friction, and Kasumigaoka Shiwa stuck his head out from the side of the man——

Inside the door, a huge waterfall hits the jagged rocks, and the strong smell of moisture and moss hits the face!

The girl retracted her head and looked behind her.

Empty streets, vending machines for adults, flickering lights—a boring city.

Turn your head again.

The circular ladders made of bluestone that can be stepped on extend to the distance—this place seems to be above a forest and a waterfall, and the flowing water rushes out horizontally like the pages of an unfolded book.

A door divides two worlds.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu even noticed that some tiny water droplets ejected from the impacted rock corner, hit the side of the door, and splashed on the man's leather boots.

All this is true.

"Please, Minagawa."

Huojianshe smiled. He understood Akane Minagawa's surprise. After all, this was the second time she used the ability of the host's "any door" - the last time was in the wooden house in the snow mountain. Come to think of it, she hadn't Really understand the fear and power of this ability.