Miss Hardcore Love Daily

"Miss Jia Ye." The young man put down his wine glass, half-closed his eyes, looking satisfied.

"it's me."

"Didn't you leave first that day, what else is there to do?"

"Use honorifics?" The woman smiled instead of anger at the other party's attitude. Usually, no one dared to say anything when she was like this, but Immortal Kawasami was not someone else.

He is now committed to how to anger the other party, although he is a person who has not been able to take the other party away from his heart until now.

"Then what should I say! Knowing that I'm a ghost, but still eagerly running to the ghost hunter's place, looking for death?"

Wan Yinjiaye's face darkened: "I've really grown up, and I haven't seen you say a soft word when I spoke. Did I slap you when I was angry? Yes, after all, it's very rude. If it's because of this, I apologize."

Although she said this, her eyes did not show any apologies. Wanyin Jiaye asked A Liang to leave a separate space for her and Immortal Kawasami, stirring the sweet soup. Wanyin Jiaye looked at the red color and suddenly touched the red color with the tip of her tongue a little bit.

It's sweet and tastes like red beans and rice.

It's just that for Ms. Wan Yin, she doesn't have any feedback about 'delicious'.

Undead Chuan, who wanted to talk to the other party suddenly, saw her sticking out the tip of her tongue, and he was a little speechless at this moment.

But he despised his own behavior, and said harshly: "Huh? Changed to a vegetarian? I have 'thin blood' here, Miss Jia Ye, would you like to try it?"

Wanyin Jiaye closed her mouth, her eyes were strange: "I think you seem a little strange."

"..." Bushichuan didn't speak, and looked at her with lowered eyes.

A little stubble appeared on his slightly raised chin, and his throat muscles swallowed.

"Why are you so aggressive?" Wan Yinjiaye found it difficult to communicate: "It's not the same as you used to."

These words were poked at Immortal Kawasami, what he couldn't let go of was the past, the past, the past——

"...what was that before?" he asked.

"Before?" Wan Yinjiaye said, she put down the spoon: "The past is the past, people still have to look at the present. Let's go upstairs and tell you something."

"Speak directly here."

"About Onimai Tsuji."

"..."

Undead Kawa Minami obediently followed Wanyin Jiaye up to the second floor, the bowl of sweet soup that was left behind, the buddy took a sip after seeing it, and couldn't help but feel a little difficult.

Going up to the second floor, Wan Yinjiaye didn't talk about Guiwu Tsuji for the first time, but looked at the changes here first. When she found that there were no other changes except for some traces of life, she was still satisfied. nod.

It seems to be patrolling his own lead.

In the end, Miss Wan Yin walked to the bookshelf, and glanced at the dusty spines of the books—she had read some of these books, some of them hadn’t, and some of them were intended to be collected and brought back to Wusa Mountain. It’s been so long now I don't know if the paper has become brittle.

Miss Wan Yin stretched out her hand and took out a book, flipping the pages. Her action as if she wanted to read the book caused Bu Sichuan to come over and take away the things in the girl's hand.

His index finger clamped into the place where the page was opened, and then closed the page. Immortal Kawa Mimi noticed that Wanyin Kaya and Tomioka Yoshiyuki seemed to be interested in these books. He had read them too, but he didn't see them. What tricks.

Naturally, he didn't know the story of the bookcase, but his intuition made him irritated.

"Say it, go back to your place as soon as you're fine." He urged her.

If Undead River saw Wanyin Jiaye here, then in Yoshiwara, Tomioka Giyuu should have missed nothing.

"... so anxious?"

Wan Yin Jia Ye didn't care, she even laughed.

Miss Wan Yin, who had no idea what she was about to know, was still complacent about these advantages. The more the other party cared, the higher the success rate of her exchange of information would be.

Wanyin Jiaye never made deals that she thought she was losing money. She fulfilled her agreement to pass on news to Ubuyashiki, so that side should also give her some information.

The blond woman had a black wooden hairpin in her hair. She was standing in front of the bookshelf, very close to the young man. The difference in height between the two was within a dozen or so. Miss Wan Yin could easily show a provocative look.

"You and Yoshiyuki Tomioka came here to find the ghost that appeared in Yoshiwara. You two are members of the Demon Slayer Team, right?"

"...obviously."

"Then tell me, do you know a man named 'Satu'? He is about your age, with a scar on his face. He should have been sent to this area with you to carry out the mission."

Miss Wan Yin lightly tapped her side face with the tip of her index finger, starting from the bottom of her cheekbones all the way to her chin: "She has beautiful features, a little short..."

She tried her best to describe the characteristics of that night in her heart clearly, but when she recalled, she didn't notice the dark clouds brewing in the eyes of the white-haired young man.

Like the dark clouds twisted by the wind in the sky, they rolled up and were randomly stirred away.

But Immortal Kawashiya wanted to look at the other party. When he watched the other party mention that person, he had a subconscious smile on his face. Immortal Kawashiya knew that person.

He calls it happiness.

Suddenly, Undead Chuan, who knew the whole truth from his new partner, was breathless.

"I don't know." He said briefly and firmly: "It's you, this kind of information exchange trick."

"..." Wanyin Jiaye doubted the other party: "Really?"

She didn't dare to ask Yoshiyuki Tomioka, because she always felt that after she couldn't face Sato, she couldn't even face everything related to him.

"Does Yoshiyuki Tomioka know that I am a [ghost]?"

"What, you know that guy?" He pretended not to know.

"...it counts," Miss Wan Yin hesitated.

Immortal Kawa Minami lowered his hands, expressionless: "Nonsense, we are partners, and what I know, he naturally knows too."

"Oh, that……"

Immortal Chuan Minya saw a strange flash on the woman's face, she just frowned slightly, but for some reason, Immortal Kawa Miniya had a bad premonition.

"Wan Yin Jia Ye!" He suddenly called her name.

Is it out of fear?

"?" Miss Wan Yin didn't notice anything.

"Don't dawdle, I don't want to play guessing games with you." His attitude was brutal.

But for this kind of vulgarity, Wanyin Jiaye adapts well. To use a common saying, she takes the soft but not the hard.

The more like this, the more comfortable she is.The blond-haired ghost intended to make the next topic easier, and tilted his head slightly: "Actually, there is one thing - I want you to [kill] me."

Her eyes showed a golden color under the yellow chandelier, and her pale skin was like cream mixed with egg yolk. The girl smiled when she said these words, her eyes were curved, and two canine teeth were exposed at the corners of her lips.

Undead Kawa Minya stared at her canine teeth, he knew that this pair of teeth specially designed to bite prey had never been used.

He didn't have direct evidence, but he just believed it, even though he had seen his mother kill her son and daughter with his own eyes.

The eyes of the white-haired youth trembled, and the air flowed through the throat: "Why?"

"Hahahaha, what are you asking?" Wan Yinjiaye felt that this person's mind was strange: "It's only natural for a ghost hunter to kill ghosts! You said that."

She seemed like a normal person, speaking logically, but her eyes were obsessive like Undead River.

Immortal Kawasami knew very well that his sudden change in attitude was also because of this. Her obsession with others made him jealous, and even made herself ugly.

He originally thought that she said this kind of thing—even if it wasn't to him, it should be Tomioka's return from Asakusa, and it should have happened after the other party had no reason to continue living. But now...why?

"It's because—" Undead Chuan forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions, put the book back to its original position, pulled his finger out from between the pages, looked at the neatly arranged books without a trace of dust, and said softly :

"It's because of 'Sarabbit', right?"

"..."

"The person you would rather become a ghost than die is him."

"..."

"A few days ago, I went to Hualou to look for you. At that time, Jia Ye, you didn't know that I was a member of the ghost killing team, so you deliberately acted fiercely for me, thinking that I was looking for you again——

You want to tell me to leave, right?Heh~"

The white-haired young man laughed as he spoke. .

"...So what's the matter?" The woman looked up at the young man's side face, and the yellow electric light allowed her to see the fluff on the young man's face clearly.

"Ask me? You didn't even think about dying that day, but today you suddenly came to me and told me to change your mind—hey, Jia Ye, do you know anything?"

The young man with the hedgehog head tilted his head, his body was still facing the bookshelf, his hands slipped from the spines of each book and hung down by his side.

'do you know what'

These words echoed in Wanyinjiaye's mind. She recorded all the pictures of that rainy night in her mind. The fur of the soft little animal slowly stood upright from the root:

"I can't let my brother who is a member of the Ghost Killing Team know that her sister has turned into a ghost! Do you know that?!"

The woman stared back, a little fiercely.

He was so sure that she became impolite.

"So, I would rather die." The young man saw the water in her eyes, and the jealous beast finally rushed out from the iron gate.

But on the surface, Immortal Kawasami just had a sneer on his face, and abyss in his black eyes.

"I said... Wan Yin Jia Ye", the blond woman thought it was an illusion when she heard the trembling in the voice.

Something is out of control.

"Hey! Are we friends? If you kill me, you can still get credit for it. I can fight against two ghosts who won't die when they wind up!"

"..."

She joked, while the other was drowning in the breathless quagmire—

"Friend? Are you with me?"

Undead Kawa Minami stared at the other person's face with a smile on his face, and one question after another fell on his heart.

Why do you want to associate your own life and death with the wishes of others?

Why do you always give up your life so easily?

Why are you—always so soft-hearted?

Wan Yin Jia Ye, why do you have so many things on you, but it’s true—it’s never about me...

The white-haired young man's nails poked a few marks on his palm, and he looked at his favorite girl, who he couldn't easily kill even if she turned into a ghost.

"Why, Wan Yin Jia Ye."

Wanyinjiaye was keenly aware of something that was churning in the air, she couldn't see it, she couldn't touch it, and she was a little flustered.

"Why? You and I are friends... Why is there such a thing?" She was surprised, trying to find the answer on the other's face, but suddenly saw the thick blackness in the other's eyes, she opened her mouth:

"Undead River... Mister?"

"Oh~"

Undead Kawa Minami loosened his clenched palms, and gently raised his hand to pinch the woman's thin chin. The skin on her face was just as he imagined, very smooth and soft, a little warm.

But Wan Yin Jia Ye felt a little cold.

The young man's voice was nasal, and he approached her: "Since we are friends, why don't you still call me 'Mr. Undead Chuan'?"

"..."

Wan Yinjiaye was forced to look at the other party. If she wanted to resist, no one could tell her to lift her chin, but she didn't do this to the other party.

She felt the calluses on the young man's fingers and gently scratched her face. It wasn't uncomfortable, and it might be one of the reasons why she didn't resist.

But she hadn't been smoothed yet, Immortal Kawasami tightened her hand, and brushed her thumb across Miss Wan Yin's lower lip-she was familiar with this movement.

A few years ago, this child had pale pink cherry blossom petals in her eyes, and she was so indifferent to this.

"It's ridiculous. If you are a friend, how do you know the smell of your place? Hey, Jia Ye? How do you think I know...?"

He smiled viciously, the kind of smile that succeeds in revenge, with malice in it.

The moon and the stars are sparse, Miss Wan Yin's fingers are stiff at her legs, the familiar bookshelf, the familiar coffee table, the familiar reclining chair, the familiar balcony and the familiar flowers and plants.

She would never have thought that someone would say such a thing to herself.

The unreal feelings were so intense and hot that she could feel the end of the other's hair from the side of her face.

There was a strange smell on him, like the petals of cherry blossoms dyed with stars under the blue night sky that night, fluttering across a piece of cherry blossoms.

It was only now that she suddenly understood that the kiss came from a young man who loved beautiful things, and it was precisely because of the isolation of that small petal that Wanyin Jiaye did not realize the huge, filthy thing that the young man was hiding. love.

"Shimi..." She lightly covered the other's hand that pinched her chin and pressed against her lips with both hands: "You are wrong."

"...Ah, Wanyin Jiaye, you say I'm wrong?"

"Remember the salted cherry blossoms I told you about?"

Wanyin Jiaye didn't know whether it was right or wrong, but just wanted to use effective tricks to confuse concepts.

"Your concern with 'Wan Yin Jia Ye' is just people's pursuit of beautiful people. Everyone has a love for beauty. Do you—do you understand?"

His youthful admiration for Wan Yin Jia Ye was simply pursuing beautiful things, and Wan Yin Jia Ye didn't think this was the 'love' between people.

But Wan Yin Jia Ye didn't even understand what "love" was, so she stubbornly believed that the other party was just floating on the surface.

"I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear when you were 15 years old, but it's not too late now-I'm also very sorry for letting you act with me before..."

She was talking, but found that the other party's hand had loosened, and it was simply being held by her.

Ms. Wan Yin slowly grasped the other party with both hands and put down her hands. Undead Kawa Minami restrained all expressions on his face. His eyes were like polished gems, but even the light on them did not make people feel relaxed and happy. .

"I'm not wrong, the strange thing is you, Miss Kaye?"

He looked into her eyes, bent down and said, "My purpose is very simple, just you."

In fact, Immortal Chuan Shiya felt that just being cherished and held by the opponent's hands was enough.

But people are greedy.

The author has something to say:

The last paragraph has been revised many times. I originally wanted to be more direct, but I was afraid that the lock would be lost. In short, Fengzhu’s expression is very direct!

It's with you.

Thank you, little angel, I heard that Mango is not good again and threw a rocket launcher, please check the 1D chapter