Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

My wife Yuno understood and walked a few steps to the side without a trace, throwing the couple away.

The manager found a gap and whispered to the girl in front of him, "Miss, you should get in a taxi and go home directly. Don't you know those two strangers?"

My wife Yuno replied honestly, "I just met."

The manager was a little worried: "Let me talk a little more, don't go to other places with two strangers so easily..."

"Hey, you're almost done, what are you talking about? We still have something to do."

Fujimoto Matsu shouted a few words to this side impatiently, the manager was helpless.

In fact, some things should not be his responsibility, but his conscience and the mentality of not wanting to cause trouble prompted him to pursue and persuade him.

But will it work-

Look at the confused pink-haired girl in front of her, alas.

It should be doomed.

After all, this tactic of using women to get close to women and finally offering them to men is a very common tactic.

"Then, we're leaving, thank you for your hospitality today."

Before going for the rental, my wife Yuno politely said thank you to the manager-Fujimoto Matsu, who was behind her, gave the manager a displeased look, as if to say that he was nosy.

The taxi slowly left, drove into the night, and gradually disappeared on the street full of neon.

Leaving the manager sighing alone at the door.

In the nightclub behind, the frenzy remains.

Chapter 69: Strange Blood

The streets were brightly lit.

In such a bustling business place, an independent facade is not cheap. Speaking of this, Fujimoto Matsu has a bright face.

"Hahahaha, it's all thanks to me!"

The tattoo shop is not big. There are three stitched sofas in the living room. Red, green and blue are dyed on the sofa covers. The surrounding walls are full of graffiti. Markers of various colors and thicknesses are records left by each guest. .

'Maki Supreme! '

'It hurts, don't believe those people say it doesn't hurt at all! '

My wife, Yuno, circled around the wall, admiring the notes left in every tone.

Maki pulled Fujimoto Matsu and quietly walked into the independent hut.

There is a water dispenser in the corner, a simulated bow and crossbow hanging above the side, and two long black samurai swords.

Not long after my wife Yuno sat down, Maki called her from the room, saying she was ready.

"Is that all right?"

My wife, Yuno, was wearing a simple black camisole. The silk fabric was attached to the back to draw an arc. On the front of her chest, there was a black flower that was just attached, like a net with dense lines.

"Wow, your figure is so good..."

With an excited look, Maki put her hand on my wife Yuno's back.

She slid down Yuno's neck and flicked lightly at the waist - the girl who was touched jumped up in fright like a little rabbit, quickly took two steps back, and looked at her vigilantly.

"Okay, okay, it's all girls." Maki laughed dumbly and waved her over: "I don't have a figure as good as yours..."

She checked the pattern of the tattoo that my wife Yuno had transferred on her chest and muttered, "That guy Fujimoto must like it...

Maki took out a marker and drew twice in a special place, making auxiliary lines for the details that were really going to be practiced for a while.

——Since she came into contact with this industry, she has seen many underage men and women, including those thirteen or fourteen-year-old children.

In the face of these 'customers', as long as the money is enough, Maki is very willing to help even if he wants to tattoo a word 'stupid' on his face.

She doesn't have that kind of 'responsible' mentality. In short, it's your own body, shouldn't you be responsible for yourself?

Just make money yourself.

By the way, do some... fun things for your boyfriend.

A rich girl wants to carry her family behind her back, secretly go out to indulge her youth, get a tattoo, run away from home, including going to various adult places with street bikers, rebellious fights, theft, and crime.

None of this is surprising.

But, this pattern... is very strange.

Maki couldn't describe the feeling, but when she printed the pattern and attached it to my wife Yuno, the picture started to look weird.

Yes……

It seems to be alive.

A flower that has never been seen before, the petals stretched wantonly, and the strange but gorgeous too, surrounded by strange and complicated words wrapped the flower firmly.

If Maki is knowledgeable enough, she should find that these scripts are somewhat similar to ancient Egyptian scriptures or oriental oracle bone script, but they are more difficult to understand and more complicated.

Just like the difference between words created by mortals and words created by gods.

It's a pity that the woman named Maki hasn't read a book for a few years at all.

Maki shook his head, double-checked that the pattern on Yuno's body was the same as the one on his computer, and then let my wife, Yuno, lie down on the chair.

"By the way, don't you have a 'special request'? Take it out."

Maki put on the blue nitrile gloves and asked while playing with the silver tattoo machine.

The other party pointed to the table not far away - there were two small glass test tubes filled with crimson liquid.

I don't know when it was put there.

Maki rolled her eyes, a disgusting expression on Yuno's face.

Isn't this girl a pervert?

Here's the thing:

Five days ago, a person calling herself Yono added his contact details, claiming to like her tattoo style and wanting to ask her for a tattoo — which is pretty normal.

Next, the other party made a strange request.

'Well, I can pay double, or triple the price.Please do it according to my request. '

Maki was originally a person who could even tattoo an 'idiot' for a baby as long as she had enough money. She thought this was a minor, secretly rebellious child behind her back.

As a result, the other party said: 'Can you please not use tattoo ink?I'm here to deliver the fluid that pierces the body. '

Not a harasser, right?

Maki wanted to delete this Yono hesitantly, but the other party directly called a lot of money.

What a big deal.

No way, so much money, Maki said the truth, can't refuse.

She set a time and deliberately chose a club to see what kind of person the other party was.

Unexpectedly, she is really a big lady?

Are the eldest ladies so perverted these days?

"What is this, you have to tell me now? I don't want to stab you with contraband, I haven't lived enough."

Maki picked up the test tube and shook it a few times in the light. The crimson liquid hung on the glass wall of the test tube and slowly flowed down again.

"is blood."

"what??"

Maki's eyes widened, and she looked at my wife Yuno in disbelief: "You won't be deceived by some shrine witch? If I teach you to stab the blood of the person you like into your body, you will get his love?"

"It's too old-fashioned!"

"And, how did you get his blood, it's still so sticky?"

The pink-haired girl bowed her head shyly: "That's... I took it from there."

"Where?" Maki shook the test tube and muttered: "It's not a big amount, I'll say it first, if the other party has any disease and you are infected, don't come to me."

Actually, Maki is not afraid that something will happen to my wife Yuno.

Maki and Fujimoto Matsu took my wife, Yuno, to this place because of what was about to happen in a while.

They were all too familiar with that road, and there were only two cameras that had been damaged all the time hanging there alone.

So, as long as there is nothing wrong with this blood, Maki doesn't care.

Even if something happens, isn't there Fujimoto Matsu?

My wife Yuno didn't think about it, she nodded quickly, and her expression showed some kind of fanaticism: "Don't worry, I am holding a deep love, a heart of deep love, and I wholeheartedly accept this tube of blood."

In love?

Looking at her, Maki felt cold all over.

Sure enough, it's a cult, deceived by a cult, this eldest lady.

Hmm, looks like I could get a little more.

Thinking so, Maki also said the same.

She shook her head and pretended to refuse: "Probably not. I thought about it, but I still can't take the responsibility. If you have any problems, won't I be in big trouble?"

My wife Yuno was not surprised by this, but there was a hint of mockery on her calm face - she covered the front of the small sling with one hand, and gestured a number with the other: "I'll double it for you, okay?"

Two two makes four, four 46...

Maki clenched her fingers and figured it out, she couldn't hold back anymore.

"It's a deal! Transfer money and start working now!"

'Boom'——

The cork on the test tube was pulled out by the tattoo artist.

Like the echoes of the bells ringing the porch of hell.

Chapter 70 The heroine

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