Lord Shenming ran away with "dirty"

After Chuya vented, his anger finally eased. The reason why he didn't turn around was because he was afraid that he would directly attack Kurosawa. He wanted to pick up Kurosawa's collar and ask him: Aren't you a monster?Why are you so slow?

Obviously he wanted to ask this question, but when he turned around and met Kurosawa's light blue eyes, he couldn't ask. It was filled with his figure, and even the ruins behind him were so blurred that they couldn't be seen.

He turned his head to avoid meeting those eyes, and directly grabbed Sakakibara's hand hidden behind his back, but since Sakakibara wanted to hide it, he would naturally not let him catch it.

"Chuya, what are you doing?"

Lightly flashed by, Sakakibara thought it was just a coincidence, he pretended to be innocent and asked Zhongya.

"I'm talking about you, you should pretend to be a little bit more like you. Compared with Dazai, you are really far behind." Chuya stretched out his hand and spread his palm, signaling him to put it up consciously with an unquestionable gesture.

Sakakibara felt that he didn't want to stir up his anger, so he put his hand on it obediently, and Nakaya immediately saw the mark on his fingertip with his sharp eyes.

He searched around his body with his hands, trying to find something that could be wiped to stop the bleeding, but unfortunately he didn't prepare anything at all when he came out with Sakakibara this time, it was all because Sakakibara was always well-prepared in his eyes.

As soon as Nakaya's eyes fell on Sakakibara, he quickly waved his hands, indicating that he didn't expect this to happen, and even he just thought he was coming to get something.

Looking back in disappointment, Nakaya could only use the old method, stop the bleeding first, and then talk about the rest, he pulled Sakakibara's finger and put it in his mouth.

"Hey, Chuya..."

Now not only Sakakibara was stunned, but even the other onlookers looked at each other subtly. It's normal to stop the bleeding, but why didn't he do it by himself?

"Hmm? (What?)" After Nakaya finished speaking, he felt that the bleeding had stopped before he let go. He looked around and met Uesakakibara's evasive expression. He raised his eyebrows with a question on his face, "What's the problem? Is it? The bleeding has successfully stopped."

Sakakibara stared at his fingers, as if the little cleanliness in the past was not that serious, and he chose to avoid this question with his Adam's apple rolling against the blue, yes there was no problem at all, he was quite right.

"No, the bleeding has stopped."

"Let's solve this first." Facing Chuya's suspicious eyes, Sakakibara calmly shifted his gaze, pointed to the ruins, and it was obvious that the monster crawled out again.

"Huh?!" Zhong also looked in the direction of his fingertips, "It really lingers."

"You're almost done, I don't want to spend the night in the mountains." He patted Sakakibara in distaste, really ignoring the situation, and delayed for a long time.

Shibuya and the others who heard their conversation behind them were surprised, and Shibuya quietly asked his teacher below. Unfortunately, Mori Madoka didn't know much about it, and some things could not be said in public.

Sakakibara bypassed Chuya and stood on the square. After getting used to it just now, he could say that there would be no problem, but the finger on his hand always trembled disobediently.

With a strong wrist, the silk thread went straight into the ruins to find its mission target. From limp to tight, only a moment passed.

After winding the silk thread a few times around his hand, the milky white light attached to his hand, Sakakibara exerted force with his whole arm, and the silk thread quickly swished to the front with the target, splashing dust all the way.

The person next to him couldn't take his eyes off of him. It was the first time he saw him seriously use his strength. He couldn't see it when he went to deliver Dazai to fight the leader. The power was completely different from his muddy power. It was so soft and so soft. the warmth of...

Just like how Sakakibara felt for him, does everyone's power also bear the imprint of that person?

Just when he looked dazed, Sakakibara thought that there were extra people behind him, so he didn't mobilize the power belonging to the monster, and walked to the skeleton.

The high raised feet are like the guillotine raised by the executioner, only a little force is enough, he thought.

The milky white light converged on the sole of the shoe, and he looked down at this sinful skeleton, everything was caused by him, his eyes contemptuously announced the sentence.

The feet fell heavily, and there was still a thin layer of blood mist on the skeleton to resist it, but it dissipated into the air in less than a second. Out of shape.

His movement was not over yet, he retracted the silk thread, and threw it out again, using his strength to control the silk thread to suspend in the air in an orderly manner, and then fell vertically. At this time, he was like a fisherman who wished to take the bait, waiting for his fish to take the bait.

After a while, something was caught in the front part of the silk thread from the bloody skeleton. He shook it lightly, and the silk thread was completely pulled out, with bright red teardrops on the top.

"It turned out to be this."

Sakakibara murmured to himself, and retracted his hand when he reached out, he didn't really want to touch such things, who knew what was hidden in the blood at that time, so he might as well just give it to the ghost lamp, together with these sins.

Thinking like this, he thought of doing it. He manipulated the silk thread to draw a spell leading to hell on the ground, and then directly kicked the skeleton as a token.

The spell emits red and black light, and even those who don't understand it will be deterred by the ominous eyes, let alone the group of people who know a lot.

There was a flash of red light, which seemed to last for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, there was no trace of the original place.

Seeing that he was done, Zhong Ye approached him and asked, "What was that just now?"

"I thought it was troublesome, so I sent it directly." Sakakibara told him directly, but it took a long time to pull out the ancient spell from his mind.

Without resentment, the extremely strong house finally collapsed, more precisely, it was washed away by the resentment, and after the dust of the exploded house dissipated, countless corpses were exposed.

People felt their scalps go numb, only Sakakibara and Chuka dismissed it. Death in their daily life was just a slightly fancy embellishment.

After the work was done, Sakakibara was about to leave with Chuya. They spent a little too much time here, and if they didn't rush back, there might be no trams.

No one could have imagined that the two men who solved the incident handsomely left in a hurry just to catch the tram.

Justinaka put his hand on Sakakibara's arm, he suddenly turned his head, looked at the man named Shibuya and said, "Is there no way to solve his problem?"

He didn't ask questions about his own strength, because he knew that if it could be resolved, Kurosawa would probably be more anxious than him.

"Of course not, there are many ways."

Mori Madoka, who has been paying attention to the movement here, naturally won't miss it. She hurriedly grabbed her disciple and came over anxiously but with enough respect: "Excuse me, are you talking about my disciple?"

Zhong also felt that there was nothing to be shy about, so he answered directly and briefly: "Yes."

"You are?" Mori Madoka is a sensible person, she can see that Chuya-kun's right to speak is very important, but she suddenly remembered that she didn't know the other party's name.

"Ah..." Zhongye thought for a while, and still politely reported his name, "Chuya Zhongyuan."

"I'm Mori Madoka, and he's my disciple Shibuya Kazuya." Mori Madoka grasped Chuya's disposition keenly, and she acted like a weakling, "Because of that power, this child spends two-thirds of his time in the hospital. .”

"Even if I open a small agency now, I rely on my friends to make it go smoothly."

"I'm not asking you to sympathize or anything, I'm just stating his current situation, and it would be nice to give him a chance."

She was sincere enough that even the arrogant Shibuya Kanshi next to her lowered her head slightly because of her appearance.

Zhong also suddenly felt that the matter was a bit troublesome, not that he could solve it, but that Kurosawa could. He didn't like to push the things he took care of to others.

It's just that he has no way to solve it himself. Just when he was determined to reject the other party, Sakakibara stopped him.

"What can you give?"

He asked like this, his eyes were calm, as if he was looking at an unimportant person again, he hated other people's thoughts on Chuya, this was probably the last time he met this Mori Madoka.

"Information at home and abroad, and things within her power." Mori Yuan read his eyes, knowing that this is the last chance, she spared no effort to spread her bargaining chip, praying to be favored by the other party.

Sakakibara turned around and asked Chuya gently: "Chuya, what do you want them to do?"

"Kurosawa, no need..." He wanted to refuse, but Kurosawa didn't want to care about this, it was all because of himself...

"It doesn't matter, I will help you achieve whatever you want to achieve."

His gray-blue lake was full of waves, as if it was only for him, but when he turned around again, he changed his appearance again. He took out his business card and handed it to them: "Just call this number later."

Mori Madoka took it and handed over his business card at the same time, since it was proposed by him, then he should do it himself.

"it is good."

He took the other party's business card, thrust it firmly into Chuya's hand, and said without any rejection: "This is your reward for helping them."

"..."

Nakaya looked at the business card in his hand inexplicably, and after a while of silence, he finally put it in his pocket. He knew that Kurosawa had become stubborn, especially in his own affairs, and no one could change his mind.

"Come here." Seeing Nakaya's business card, Sakakibara felt a little happier, and he waved to Shibuya.

Shibuya came over, not showing any nervousness on his face, but his hands on both sides were tightly clenched, and it was obvious that he was not so indifferent.

In fact, he doesn't need himself, Sakakibara murmured in his heart, it just needs to attack the anger around him.

Sakakibara's fingertips reflected the dazzling white, and he clicked, and the messy breath was instantly like a balloon with a hole in it, releasing a powerful airflow that had been blocked for a long time.

This air flow went straight to the people around, and Mori Madoka had to cover his eyes, and those in the distance were also blinded by the sudden wind and sand.

When the air flow calmed down, Shibuya felt that he was quite good, smoother than ever before, he was finally able to use this power freely, like an arm.

After everything was settled, the two of them should leave too. After saying goodbye to the others, Sakakibara didn't care whether they could rush down the mountain, even though the only house on the mountain had been demolished by him.

He took Chuya with him, and after flying a certain distance, he landed. This was not what he meant, but Chuya tugged at the corner of his clothes.

If the scene of the two people came, it's just that when they came, there was no shadow of the setting sun at this time.

He is willing to walk slowly with Zhong Ye until they go home together, even if the transportation is inconvenient, even if it is getting late, and even if there are difficulties and obstacles ahead.

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Chuya (raising eyebrows): Is there any question?

Sakakibara: No, no. (What Zhong also said is correct!)