Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

My wife Yuna slowly opened the notebook: "An annoying fly, you must have the consciousness to die like a fly."

Before my wife Yuno could speak again, Fujimoto Matsu's eyes instantly sharpened, he bounced off the sofa like a cheetah, and rushed towards my wife Yuno!

If he moved.

At this point, the air has viscous and condensed into a solid.

Everything is too late.

The two were pressed down on the sofa by a huge force, and they couldn't even lift a finger.

This mysterious power is terrifying for Maki and despair for Fujimoto Matsu.

He found that this force kept burning his skin - he was like an insect soaked in a concentrated sulfuric acid solution.

The two of them could only stare at the 'prey' in front of them, gracefully picked up the paper, opened the plain notebook to inquire about something, and then stroked the place where they had just tattooed with their palms.

There, the bright red light penetrated through the clothes, seeping out like a liquid, running down the girl's elbows, a bright stream slipped, and swam on the floor along the ankles.

It started to move on its own.

First, there was a blooming flower, the petals stretched wantonly, then, the stamens, the stems, and then it began to depict some kind of text around it, and one by one densely filled the whole room.

As soon as they were engraved, they immediately climbed up the wall, up the table, up the ceiling, up the chandelier, beer mugs, and cigarette cases.

They covered all parts of the house, including my wife Yuno's exposed skin, with bloody words all over her face.

At the same time, a huge ritual formation appeared at the feet of the three people.

The silent roar sounded like a huge wave in the ears of the three!

The surging order has come!

Maki remembered this pattern, as well as the flower and the fonts that covered the house.

Because that was the work she just finished 10 minutes ago, and it was done right on the chest of this 'prey' in front of her.

Now, they are alive.

At this moment, in the eyes of Fujimoto Matsu, this pink-haired girl is like crazy, even crazier than her team leader!

She shook her arms and danced like a symphony that he couldn't hear.

The girl's movements are elegant and soft, but there is no lack of norms and standards. She turns in circles, stands on tiptoe, and hums some kind of song.

Then, Fujimoto Matsu was even more frightened.

Because he found that the girlfriend beside him also began to hum along with a pious face!

Her body seemed to be no longer under the control of the pressure, she stood up easily, and jumped with my wife Yuno.

She kicked off her slippers lightly, barefoot, like a flame elf dancing in a lava crater.

The two danced happily, showing the treacherous and chilling dance moves heartily.

Suddenly, a burst of coolness crawled across his skin, looking at everything in front of him, Fujimoto Matsu's fear suddenly receded like a tide.

What are you waiting for?

Why don't you sing along?

Such wonderful singing and dancing, but it is incomplete.

They lack a tenor, a true warrior!

There's no lone hero who sings about it when they step on the flames!

Looking around, who else could fit in this position?

only myself!

Fujimoto Matsu, this sacred moment is only up to you.

Speak up!Speak up!

Sing out your heart, all your organs and blood, let them mix together, and sing a song that shakes the world!

Fujimoto Matsu sat up straight in excitement, opened his arms, and resolutely joined the symphony.

His voice is rough and powerful, and the full masculinity deepens the slenderness and softness, making this march more solemn!

He sang, his girlfriend danced, a perfect match.

My wife, Yuno, seemed to appreciate the state of the two of them, and applauded them gently, and this act further aggravated their inner excitement.

Jump, jump hard!Jump with all your life!

If the foot is broken, jump out of the staggered hesitation step with the calf;

If the calf becomes bloody mud, use the thigh to slide out an elegant lockstep turn;

If your thigh is eaten, twist your waist, wave your hands, hold your head up, and make a perfect curtain call!

Sing, you sing hard too!

When the gastric juice is dry, he spit out his stomach bag and sang with his intestines;

If the intestines are eaten, the organs will be crushed and the heart will sing a high note!

Teeth knocking on the ground becomes a beat, and eyeballs are accents!

Each fingernail was pulled out and stuffed into the airway, becoming a small sigh of tap.

My wife, Yuno, opened the diary, and the above two paragraphs of the pre-ceremony information have gradually faded.

[Reluctant to give up (prefix Ⅰ):

[When your 'deep love' is perceived by the order, trigger "reluctance" - without the lover's awareness, take the other party's blood and pierce the skin with a ritual.So far, your blood will never be separated. 】

【——You love him, but you want to hurt him. 】

[When the blade cuts through the skin of your lover, what reason do you want to find for yourself? 】

Emmm...

——Order is still young, Yuno has many ways to do it.

[Sincerely (prefix II):

【Find it!grab it!Destroy it! 】

[Offer a creature infected with chaos for the eternal order, in this way, he will initially trust and save you, who has already stepped into chaos with half a foot. 】

[If you don't consider *** and prepare to ***, you will never be favored by order. 】

The two large paragraphs of fonts slowly faded like diluted ink. When they reached a certain level that could be seen but not very clear, my wife Yunai suddenly covered her chest.

——There were countless serious and incomprehensible voices from her chest:

Like a very harsh mother, trying her best to hide her tenderness, she gently stroked her wound with her fingertips—the invisible tattoo, which turned into a bright red pattern, appeared on my wife Yuno's chest.

Surrounded by dense small characters, in the middle of the valley, a blood-stained black poisonous flower bloomed.

"It's so troublesome for the first step, when can I become a ritualist..."

My wife Yuno sighed, put down her hands, and looked up to face the men and women who were about to call their curtains.

Fujimoto Matsu had sung to exhaustion, he spat out some broken organs, and still spared no effort to roar. Then, his mouth began to burn, and all the way down the esophagus, the whole person became a torch!

He trembled with excitement and shouted to his girlfriend with all his strength:

"Come on, Maki!"

"Come with me and face order!"

He affectionately hugged Maki who was still dancing, and then, the two of them laughed heartily, twisting a wax core woven of flesh and blood in the flames!

However, when the wax core burns out, it has no meaning to continue to exist.

The flames turned from exuberant to exhausted, and gradually extinguished. The two people followed the dissipated flames, and their bones and flesh turned to ashes.

After a few seconds, everything faded away and the house was clean.

Like a new house.

What a wonderful performance.

Chapter 72: The Wrath of Reiko Usami

Usami Reiko slammed the door angrily and left, followed by Takaya Sakai.

The door slammed with a 'bang' echoing in the conference room, and the woman strode away without looking back.

At the regular meeting two hours ago, even after various discussions and data analysis, the Chaos Ritualists who killed Nagayama Sekichiro and Yoshino Kenichi were still missing-they couldn't even know whether the enemy was a man or a woman.

Usami Reiko was indeed extremely angry.

As the fiancée of Kenichi Yoshino, she was almost the last person to know about Kenichi Yoshino's death, and according to the later investigation data, it was from the time when Kenichi Yoshino sent a signal to ask for support, and when the support arrived——

At least an hour apart.

A bunch of rubbish, what about the special support team?

Reiko Usami, who has just been promoted to the head of the later stage, of course knows that within the ritualist team, there are several support teams responsible for different regions, and the composition of the personnel is also a combination of ritualists + contacts.

Even the support team in charge of the headquarters here in Tokyo is made up of double ritualists.

These teams rarely go out to complete missions or patrols. They are on call 24 hours a day, just to give the fastest and most accurate support to those field teams in distress.

That is insurance.

As a result, in the mainland, the distance between the two regions is only 10 minutes, but they are late?

For what reason did they delay for four or 10 minutes, resulting in the death of their fiancé and his captain?

'Of course we got a signal of support, but...'

The leader of the support team knew Reiko Usami - even if he didn't know it, he had to explain it to Reiko Usami in a 'good voice'.

Offend the head of the logistics department, and the future of my team will be interesting.

'But what? '

'Reiko, you still have to ask——' The captain pointed to the top of his head: 'We can only follow the rules they issued.I'm very sorry for Nagayama and Kenichi...'

This is the scene where she slammed the door in anger just now.

As a result, the high-level executives of the corpse vegetarian meal did not give any answers, and they faltered and went around the topic one by one.