Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

well.

"Then, the game begins."

There is no need to bet, because once Tsunayoshi Sawada wins the game, it means that he will be attacked by everyone who escaped, and the situation will be against him.And once he wins, then Sawada Tsunayoshi has no companions to support him, and with the soldier talisman returned to him, he will only win.

Sawada Tsunayoshi had no choice but to wait for his companion to come out, he had no other choice.Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't attack him first, risking the death of his companions due to the turbulence of time and space.

At this time,

In another world on a certain screen, a place neither Yi nor Tsunaki can see for the time being.

This is Pengo Li's headquarters.

The brown-haired young man was wearing a suit jacket in his arms. He seemed to have just come back from the outside. He was striding down the corridor, followed by a few subordinates who followed him step by step and reported the situation.

"Boss, Mr. Prison Temple hopes to see you..."

"Tell him to come to the study in 10 minutes." The brown-haired young man's pace was neither too fast nor too slow. I don't know if he's used to it. His seemingly gentle and calm tone was vaguely forceful and straightforward. "How is he doing recently?"

"Yesterday, Mr. Prison Temple went to see Miss Asako, and stayed for about half an hour."

The brown-haired young man didn't look surprised, and nodded slightly to indicate that he knew.

"Boss, Mr. Yamamoto's mood has been a little unstable recently, but he hasn't looked for Ms. Asako yet. The original plan was to go there at three o'clock this afternoon."

Is it three o'clock in the afternoon?

"Tell him, come to the study when you get back." The brown-haired young man said, "I will stay at the headquarters until seven o'clock in the evening, and I will sort out and send over urgent matters."

"Yes, Boss!"

He quickly came to the study room and closed the door casually, keeping everyone out.The suit jacket was thrown on the back of the sofa chair, and he almost threw himself on the sofa. Only then did the brown-haired young man seem to relax a little. He sighed, closed his eyes, and seemed to be planning to rest for a while.

Exactly 10 minutes later, a knock on the door woke him up, and the brown-haired young man raised his eyes casually and shouted, "Come in."

"Judaime." The well-dressed silver-haired young man seemed a little tense for some reason, obviously he had taken care of it before coming, and he walked in slowly.

"Here we come." Tsunayoshi Sawada leaned on the sofa, and he waved his hand signally, "Come and sit down."

"..." Hayato Jiuji didn't know why he stopped in place, his whole body was stiff, and his eyes seemed to be struggling and entangled.

?

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't get a response, and he seemed a little confused for a moment, but he soon remembered, smiled helplessly, and sighed,

"Come here." This time it was a short and simple word, more like an order than the gentle and casual one just now.

Obviously feeling a little too unkind, but for a moment, the prison temple Hayato, who had started to lose his mind unconsciously, shuddered and regained his senses in an instant.

Reflexively walked over at a speed completely different from the inkblot just now, and sat across from Sawada Tsunayoshi.

He looked a little nervous, sitting on the sofa with his back straight, as if he was worried about something, he only occupied the first third of the position, with his hands neatly placed on his knees, he was clearly a stern-looking young man, At this time, it felt surprisingly well-behaved.

The tense atmosphere was almost drifting to Tsunayoshi Sawada.

"You still can't hold back this time?" Tsunayoshi Sawada seemed to be accustomed to his performance, and didn't make things difficult for him. He sat up a little bit upright and looked directly at the silver-haired young man opposite him, his tone softened a little.

"I'm sorry, Judaime, I..." For a moment, his breathing was a little disordered, and there seemed to be something persistent in his eyes that was shattering, and the pain dyed his brows and eyes tightly, and the end of his eyes was stained with red for some reason.

"Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to blame you." The brown-haired young man rubbed the center of his brows with some headaches, and said habitually - but this tone obviously couldn't calm down Hayato Gujiji, on the contrary, he became more excited.

The brown-haired young man who probably knew the reason sighed deeply, lowered his voice slightly, and his tone became calm and dignified again,

"Kujiji Hayato." Slowly read the full name of the silver-haired young man opposite in an elegant but not very emotional tone, which made him tremble all over.Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed unable to see his reaction, "Look up."

"I said, you just need to look at me."

Subconsciously according to what he said, Hayato raised his head and looked directly at the brown-haired youth opposite him, focusing on him.

"Yes, Judaime." Gokuji Hayato murmured in response.

Are you a robot.

Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed the corners of his eyebrows. Although this state has lasted for a long time, he is still not used to the behavior of Hayato Kikujiji who orders one action at a time.

And in another room at headquarters,

General Yamamoto locked himself in the room, and there was a notice from a subordinate member outside the door.

Ah Gang asked him to find him after he came back.

The room was dark, and Takeshi Yamamoto didn't turn on the light, maybe he forgot, or maybe it was on purpose.

The curtains were drawn firmly, blocking out all sunlight.The black-haired swordsman sat on the edge of the bed, bent over and grabbed his hair tightly. He seemed to be trembling, as if he was forcibly enduring something.

He really couldn't hold on anymore.

The pictures that will appear in my mind without knowing when will always occupy the whole brain without noticing. Obviously, it was only an occasional dream at first, but recently the seizures have become more and more frequent.

Those were things that hadn't happened until now, but maybe it was all that had happened—too real.

It's as if it really happened in the previous life.

The black-haired swordsman's face was covered with cold sweat. He raised his face with some difficulty, and his eyes slowly fell on the bed. His eyes were blurred, but a certain picture gradually became clear.

In fact, the bed is already a little different. Ah Gang deliberately changed it after he knew it to avoid irritating him, but the effect was not great.

Those images will still appear.

The brown pupils shrunk slightly, and his eyes were a little out of focus, but the picture in front of him gradually became clear.

On the white bed sheet, it was pale and weak, as if it would stop breathing in the next second. The familiar brown-haired young man, the brown eyes that were warm enough to tolerate everything were covered by thin arms, and the brown-haired young man's wrist was clasped With chains on, there seems to be some ambiguous marks on the exposed skin...

boom!

Takeshi Yamamoto slammed his fist on the bed with his teeth clenched, his breathing became more and more rapid, as if he was about to crush something, the flesh on his face twitched uncontrollably, obviously he was extremely depressed,

impossible.

The veins on his forehead popped up, and the anger he had held in his chest for an unknown amount of time made him almost unable to make any sound, Takeshi Yamamoto trembled all over,

Impossible, it is impossible for him to do such a thing to Ah Gang.

Even in the so-called last life, it is impossible!