Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Sen Yuesha: "You're not surprised at all?"

My wife Yuno giggled and said, "If I can find the basement, except for my father and mother. It should be only Yuesha. Those two people are not at home today."

"However, I didn't expect Yuesha to come. I'm happy! Hee hee... I thought I was going to die."

"Send you to the hospital first, and then I'll call the police." Moriyuesha didn't discuss with my wife Yuno, and walked quickly to the door with her in her arms.

"I can't tell, Yuesha is really strong. I'm also a girl, but I don't have such strength." My wife Yuno said something irrelevant, then stretched out her hand and put it on Moriyuesha's side face.

"Thank you Yuesha. Thank you Xiao Qihai too. However, I'm homeless."

"Are you really grateful to Nanami?" Moriyuki Saya remembered in her diary that she didn't care for that girl.

My wife Yuno suddenly realized: "Yes. Since Yuesha found here, it means that she saw my diary. However, it's not too annoying, at least she is Yuesha's friend. I'll just bear with it."

Mori Yuesha didn't speak, and frowned at the girl in her arms.

"No flower arranging teachers, no sewing lessons, no piano playing every day—"

As if it wasn't me who was injured, my wife Yuni explained to Mori Yuesha one by one, clenching her fingers, as if the pair of broken nails and scarred hands were not hers.

"There's no need to do any of that."

"It's alright, Yuno." There was no mercy in Moriyuesha's tone, she was just stating a fact.

"You are saved, my wife Yuno. There will be no more things you don't want to do. No one will pierce you with needles, nor will you be given to a strange man. You are saved, my wife Yuno, from now on, you will belongs to you."

The girl quietly listened to Moriyuesha's words.

Sen Yuesha's shoulders were suddenly wet, and there was a suppressed and weak sob in her ears.

Sen Yuesha wanted to turn her head, but was pushed away by a pair of scarred hands: "Don't look."

My wife, Yuno, raised her voice and said dissatisfiedly: "Sasama is also a girl, don't you know the ugliest thing is when you cry? Really."

Mori Yuesa carefully recalled the old time when she and my wife Yuno were in contact, but found that my wife Yuno in her memory has always been a girl with a bright smile, soft words and gentle words.

But today, she seems to have untied an invisible chain, finally discarding the broken body and shedding another self.

A flower that blooms in corrupt black water.

Section 42 Chapter42 Head Angler

My wife Yuno didn't think anyone would save her.

In other words, she no longer intends to live with the hope of being 'saved'.

Unexpectedly, Mori Yuesha really came.

"Don't you know how to survive?"

"No." My wife Yuna laughed. "I didn't expect it, and I was locked up all of a sudden. There's no chance to call the police."

She blinked and teased Mori Yuesha's hair with her hands, making her ticklish.

"The police should have been called long ago, so I read it right. You did have bruises that day."

Moriyuesha is very determined.

"Yeah. It was originally planned like this: More and more scars, accumulated, may be resolved at one time, and they will lose custody."

My wife Yuno recounted her plan: "Just when I was going to call the police, my father found out."

"And then put you in the basement?"

My wife Yuno nodded. "Maybe it's too much trouble, so you want me to 'disappear'?"

Going back to the first floor, my wife Yuno looked at the home where she had lived for many years, but a strange feeling suddenly rose in her heart.

"Never come back," she muttered.

The two chatted relaxedly, Moriyuesha took out her mobile phone, and was about to call an ambulance and call the police by the way.

"Where to?"

suddenly.

A third voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Where are you going? My dear daughter."

The security door at the door was opened at some point.

Looking from the dimly lit room, two figures stood at the door.

Their necks, which connect their heads, are bent in an abnormal arc, and their faces are almost turned 180°.

The gentle-looking husband and wife walked in just like that.A pair of slippers was changed, and I casually greeted my wife Yuno and Mori Yuesa who were about to leave.

"Where are you going?" Seeing that there was no reply, the husband and wife turned their heads together.

Their necks are getting longer and longer, their faces are hanging upside down at their chests, and they look coldly at my wife Yuno in Moriyuesha's arms.

"Where are you going?" he asked repeatedly.

"Let's go to dinner, are you going?" Moriyuesha nodded casually: "I'm really bothering you, I'm Nobita Nobita. Yuno's friend has made an appointment with her a long time ago to have dinner together today."

"Eat? Eat. Do you want tea? Pour tea, pour tea!" The man muttered to himself, and the words came out of his mouth, like the words of stars in inferior idol dramas. Yuno and my wife can feel it.

The woman next to the man didn't realize it, or, in other words, she herself was an abnormal member.

She stretched her neck suddenly, her head crossed a distance of a few meters, and stopped directly in front of the two!

"Mother..." My wife Yuno was holding Mori Yuesha's arm tightly, her palms sweating unknowingly.

Mother's eyes are still the same as usual, gentle and critical - if you ignore the long neck.My wife Yuno even thought it was all her hallucination.

The woman's face was floating in front of the two of them, her long neck shaking impatiently like a tail, as if to indicate that her patience was about to run out.

She moved forward, moved forward, pressed against my wife Yuno's face, her eyeballs patrolling the girl's face.

"Drink tea?" She smiled stiffly.

"That's disturbing."

As soon as Sen Yuesha finished speaking, the neck dragged the woman's head and moved frantically, and her body followed with big strides. After stumbling and knocking down countless things, she finally dragged her body into the pantry.

"Please take a seat." The man politely said to Mori Yuesha.

"That's not your parents anymore." Moriyuesha whispered to my wife Yuno in her arms: "Or, not quite. If you can't leave now, you can only stay. Trust me."

Moriyuesha could feel that my wife Yuno's fingers were still tightly gripping her arm, and she felt that she must have been scratched.

But the girl's eyes were firm.

When she raised her head, there were still traces of tears and blood mixed in the corners of her eyes, and the traces continued from the corner of her eyes to her chin. In this case, there was a strange beauty.

"I believe in you." She said softly, and then asked Sen Yuesha to put her down, and slowly moved to the seat designated by Sen Yuesha - a chair with a high back and high armrests, almost half a Surrounded by a large sofa.

My wife Yuno sat in it like a little squirrel in a huge tree hole.

"Look, that's it." The man ignored the little mutterings of the two and stretched out his hand. His wife's head just flew out of the tea room with a teacup in her mouth.

"I won't hurt you, as long as you keep her."

The woman stumbled out and groped to sit next to the man. The heads of the two were exchanged in front of Sen Yuesha, staring at her in turn.

"Chaos?" Sen Yuesha tentatively said.

The man nodded, shaking his neck with him: "I said, why is an ordinary person so calm. So, you have seen us? What a lucky "contact".So, what are your options? "

He changed his posture, raised his legs, and seemed to be thinking of a way to convince Sen Yuesha: "You shouldn't be an adult yet. It's a pity to die here at such a young age."

After speaking, the man suddenly laughed in a low voice.

And along with the hoarse voice, there was a cloud of gray-white mist, which quickly spread around like a wave, and within a few seconds, the entire hall was filled with smoke.

The two heads in front of Sen Yuesha swayed in the smoke, and their necks were twisted together, gradually twisting into a rope made of meat.

The man stared at Sen Yuesha's eyes, his face turned hideous, and he tightened his neck to make the complexion of the woman entangled with him change, obviously in extreme pain.

"Look, she's going to die! Hahahahahaha!" The man's head laughed strangely, looking at the woman who lost her life a little bit.

She rolled her eyes and began to bite the man subconsciously with a mouth of shark-like teeth, screaming, trying to beat the man, the body connected by the neck began to twitch, and her arms waved and grasped unconsciously.

Unfortunately, she only caught the clumps of mist and watched them dissipate in her palm.

The woman's head and body lost its vitality in this way, and the head was soft under the man's neck, drooping like a delicate human head pendant.

"Dear daughter, I killed your abusive mother. Am I a good father?" the man gasped.His eyeballs went up and down, and his face was suddenly ferocious and calm.

"Praise Chaos!" As if he had received some instructions, he suddenly raised his head and said aloud with all his strength!

"praise--"

With no expression on her face, Mori Yuesha, who had watched the crazy acting for a long time, jumped up from the sofa and kicked over my wife Yuno's chair!

The girl covered her mouth and opened her eyes hard, as if she wanted to see every movement of Mori Yuesha.

She was carried by the sofa like this, and fell straight on her back, and the huge sofa was buckled on her like a fortress.

The pose is ugly, but safe.

Moriyuesha glanced at my wife Yuno, who was being protected by the sofa, and then slowly, she took out a shiny silver western knife from her pocket.

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Section 43 Chapter 43 Origin, Supersequence, Judgment

"Are you going to fight me? Mortal! What is that, a scalpel?"

The man's twisted face got closer and closer: "I'm great—I'm... no, I'm rich, I'm rich! Give me a bite of my daughter, okay? No... I'm Chaos! I am loved by Chaos..."

Two different emotions kept colliding in his body.

Good fathers want to eat their daughters, Chaos monsters want to kill them.

Pretty much the same, no difference in the results.

Moriyuesha picked up the western knife and gestured towards the other party: "It's not wrong to say it's a scalpel. But I call it a western knife. You see, when I was discovered, it could also be said that I was suffering from a cleanliness disorder and had to bring my own. The patient with the cutlery."

"It's better than a girl who carries a scalpel with you, right?"