Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

Constantly running, the girl's figure was constantly shuttling between the streets and alleys, the sound of panting was very clear in the silent darkness, the sound of her heartbeat was deafening, her eyes were full of panic,

how so.

too fast.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the figure outside the alley, and the familiar brown-haired boy disappeared in a flash.

Is it flames?

That's right, with the help of flames, Ah Gang's speed can indeed be increased a lot, so that she who can only rely on her own speed to run will be blocked sooner or later.

This way doesn't work either...

The girl turned and ran away subconsciously. What's going on? Although Ah Gang's speed is indeed much faster, it's impossible to just block her way every time.

Her face was quite pale from the strenuous exercise.

The brown-haired boy she used to like most now seems to have become her nightmare.

There is only one last way left.

I don’t know how long I’ve been running away, maybe it’s been several hours. The girl is standing in front of a certain intersection, and the other side is going back to where she was just now. will be blocked.

Want to go the other way?

She looked at another road leading to Bingsheng Houshan. Although she had been in this world for several years, she had never run to Houshan. That place was unknown and dangerous to her.

She remembered that there were many wild animals in the back mountain, and if one was not paying attention, it would die.

but……

She unconsciously hugged the notebook tightly in her arms,

No, if she is found, then she will lose everything she wants to see.

It doesn't matter, it won't be too long, just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer, after A Gang's old attackers find Japan and capture the runaway leader back, she will be fine.

The girl bit her lip, tears dripped unconsciously, she didn't know why the panic from the bottom of her heart made her unable to think at all - she ran towards the road leading to the back mountain without hesitation.

What she didn't realize was that the moment she stepped into the back mountain, as if she had entered another space, her figure twisted and completely disappeared in the suddenly rising mist.

Collom's figure slowly emerged, took a deep look at the direction in which she disappeared, and then slowly closed his eyes. The figure also disappeared into the mist, just like a gatekeeper, quietly establishing the last protection.

At the same time,

They have also come to Bingsheng.

No one wants to act with other people and walk away in unison after getting off the plane.

The silver-haired boy was a little silent. Walking on the familiar street, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to find the brown-haired boy. pain.

"What a shame." I didn't know how far away, a familiar voice suddenly came from the front.

The silver-haired boy slowly raised his head, of course he recognized it.

It was his own voice.

Prison Temple walked out slowly from the front corner. The Vengley gear that was put away before is now fully opened, and a whole set of explosive equipment is hanging on his body. His eyes are a bit unfriendly.

"You look like this."

"You..." The silver-haired boy finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and he could barely speak, "You...are you going to stop me from finding Judaime?"

"Is this the order of Judaimu?" The silver-haired boy's voice was extremely low. If you look carefully, you will find that his eyes are a little dazed, as if he is muttering to himself, or giving a speech to the prisoner opposite. Temple an excuse,

It's like, as long as his answer is yes, then he won't go to Judaime again.

"No." With a stern face on the prison temple's face, people unexpectedly answered no, "Judaime didn't ask me to stop you. It was Kurom Skull on your side who should have come to trap you."

His original task was to temporarily drag out other people in front of the back mountain, but he asked the Judaimu of this world to exchange tasks with Kurom Skull.

The silver-haired boy's eyes widened slowly, staring blankly at the prison temple in front of him, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but he never spoke.

"Tsk." Prison Temple clicked a little irritably, and the anger that had been suppressed finally broke out at this moment, and the blue eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire, "Who are you trying to show by putting on this look?!"

"..." The silver-haired boy didn't speak, but just stared fixedly at the Prison Temple in front of him, and was silent for a moment, "What do you want to see me for?"

"..." Prison Temple took a deep breath. He became more and more angry at the half-dead appearance of his other self. He didn't explain it, and directly raised the gun tied to his arm. His voice was lowered, with a little Indifference, "To test whether you are qualified to be Judai's right-hand man."

The silver-haired boy seemed a little dazed, but soon, he gritted his teeth violently. He didn't know why his heart, which had been silent for a long time, was completely ignited at this moment. explosives,

"You bastard, you don't know anything at all." The silver-haired boy drank in a low voice, like a lone wolf driven to the edge of a cliff,

It's just Hayato from another world, who doesn't understand what happened here. What qualifications does this guy have to test him? !

boom!

The explosive exploded within a second of being thrown out, and the deafening explosion completely ignited the quiet night.

Prison Temple kept jumping and dodging in the crazy explosion, but the brain that seemed to be overwhelmed by anger was actually extremely calm, constantly analyzing the next foothold,

"The matter of the parallel world has nothing to do with our world!" Amidst the sound of explosions one after another, the silver-haired boy screamed unconsciously, gritting his teeth, "Don't judge our world by the standards of the parallel world!"

Hearing what the silver-haired boy opposite said, Prison Temple didn't care at all, but he turned sideways to perfectly avoid all the explosives, took a few steps skillfully, and jumped, but he came to the silver-haired boy in an instant ,

He raised the gun on his arm in mid-air, his green eyes were intertwined with extreme calmness and fiery awareness, and the bright red flames gradually condensed,

"You're right," Prison Temple's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was just stating the facts, "You are much weaker than I imagined."

All the loopholes, all the weaknesses, and all the attack methods were all owned by him, but they were all filled up one by one later.

"You don't have the consciousness to become Judaime's right-hand man at all." The hair of Jidaimu fluttered wantonly in the hurricane, and the depths of the green eyes under the goggles seemed to be burning with all the anger, "You like this, the world on my side , No, it should be said that in almost all other parallel worlds, it will only be left far behind."

"Don't talk about following Judaime, you can't even compare with Yamamoto."