Missy is also looking for death in the magic world today

In the warm water, the man's slightly curly black hair is sticking to his forehead with wet hair. His body is slender and muscular. His slender legs are bent and opened in the bathtub, and the raised knee joints are slightly white. .He held her magic tool in one hand, and the razor blade in the other, his iris-colored eyes widened, and his thin lips parted slightly.

The steam of hot water caused red clouds to fly on his pale cheeks, and she sat face to face between his legs, and the blood gushing from the wound gradually stained the bathtub red.

The calf under the sackcloth skirt was tightly attached to his leg, obviously he could feel his body temperature higher than the water temperature, and his body instinctively lost too much blood? He chased and rubbed against him, and the smell of blood was under the action of the hot water. It spread faster in the air, and with the posture of the man holding the blade, she seriously suspected that she broke into a suicide scene.

The teeth began to fight unconsciously, soaking in hot water would only make her colder.

She saw the man on the opposite side took a deep breath because of her sudden appearance, and the iris-colored eyes began to flicker with fragments of light.

The death of love came so unexpectedly.

Osamu Dazai was a little dazed when he saw her staring at him. He fluttered his crow-feather eyelashes and blinked. His paper-white face was filled with "Who am I? Where am I?" This kind of philosophical question? question.

Her white linen skirt was as rough as if a hole had been cut from the middle of the whole piece of fabric, and the sides of the seam were rough. Among them, blood gushes out continuously to feed the water in the bathtub.

It was a gunshot wound.

The water in the bathtub was getting cooler and darker.

Life seems to be passing by with substance.

He heard her call "Osamu Dazai" in a voice as thin as a kitten, and then he closed his eyes and plunged into his own bath water.

Many people have called him that, hate, admiration, admiration, anger... He never takes it to heart, it's just a name, just like people are born with sex, it doesn't carry too much meaning.

But her cry seemed to be a key, a spell, strung together many memories that he didn't exist.

Tsk, this is really not in line with his aesthetics of the way the subject dies.

He sighed, stretched out his arms to support her body, and fished her out of the bathtub that had become horrible.

……

In a certain house in an old-fashioned community.

On the simple long wooden desk for two people like in school, there are scattered piles of yellow mounting paper painted with cinnabar in a mess.

She dropped the brush again and splashed a piece of cinnabar on the yellow mounting paper. She was grabbed by the ear and twisted hard by the master.

"Stinky old man? I don't need a talisman at all. If I didn't have the seal and talisman step, my casting speed would be faster. Why? Take off your pants and fart?"

She rubbed her red ears, and glared at her junior who was secretly laughing at her at the same table.

She was only ten or thirteen years old at that time, and she already had sufficient spiritual power to allow her to omit these procedures and perform spells directly. It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of good fortune is a genius in the Dharma-ending era.But her master, that stubborn old man? Always asks her to draw a charm, and the spell needs to be drawn through a charm.

"You? What the hell! Do you think? It's great to have strong spiritual power? A true warlock needs to learn to restrain one's power so that it can be used more accurately and effectively. Do you think that great strength can perform miracles? Great strength can only ? Let you? Concussion yourself, become more stupid!"

Looking at the old man with bones in Xianfengdao, he was no different from a shrew in the street when he scolded her. He knocked her on the head with hatred.

"The talisman paper that has been drawn is like a frame. It can't be changed at all. I have to bring a dozen of them every time I go out. It's not chic at all."

"Only you? The character of this wild monkey deserves to be said to be unrestrained? Last time? It wasn't you? You didn't use the talisman to perform the spell without authorization. You? Junior brother? Can you lie down on the bed for a week?"

"Just know? Pursue a sense of ritual..."

She refused to accept it, but when she mentioned the junior who was accidentally injured, she still picked up the pen muttering.

Later, if there were no special circumstances, she would use spells to cast spells.

How long ago was this memory...

Mio Kiritani slowly opened her eyes, recalling the past rarely.

Between false and real?, she stood up from the bench in the amusement park.

She has lived in Osamu Dazai's apartment for seven days, exactly a week.Except for the first three days when she was in a coma and opened her eyes, she was doing chores for him, from helping him buy dinner to going to work for him, such as now.

Originally two people were stalking, but now she is the only one left to guard. You don't need to think about it? He must have committed suicide tirelessly.

The target person is a bald, muscular man with a long scar extending from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his mouth, looking like a standard villain.Osamu Dazai ran away without explaining the purpose of following him. She used a little magic prop to mark him, so she could sense where he was, and it was not difficult to track him. .This also left her some rich time? What to think about? Make trouble.

After all, she is now a talent wanted by the entire Curse Association and the Tokyo police.

She followed the bald head slowly, and accidentally glanced at the prize of the pop-the-jar game - a big white cat doll, which stared at every passerby with round blue pupils, silently acting cute and coquettish, seductive Start disabled passers-by to participate in the game.

She subconsciously turned her wrist, and with her aim, she won the first prize. Does it mean that she doesn't have to stand in the street, right? She's acting cute and coquettish all by herself?

Unfortunately, the target has already left for another direction, and the possibility of taking the prize quickly is gone.

Tsk, what you can't get is always a commotion.

She recorded the video of the bald man and his partner dealing with each other, and she was still thinking about the cat doll.

Just when she was staring at the viewfinder carelessly, the bald man's counterpart suddenly pulled a petal from his body, and then looked straight in the direction where she was.

It was really surprising that the props were found.She maintained her silly selfie action without changing her face, and naturally made a scissors hand and took back the phone, pretending to be browsing the selfie to see if she was satisfied.

The calmness of not escaping in time and staying in place made the man hesitate for a moment, and finally he walked towards her.

"Hi~ Asuka~"

She greeted the unknown girl far away, and rushed to the girl not far away like a girlfriend who made an appointment and couldn't wait to meet her.

There is no place for her to stand in Tokyo, and Yokohama, she still has to be strict.

Although the behavior is logical, the coincidence is really suspicious.The man quickened his pace and followed her direction calmly.

Ladies' restroom? A place where it's easier to get out in public.

Just when she was fifty meters away from the escape point, someone covered her mouth suddenly and dragged her to a corner where no one was there.

Strong arms tightly wrapped around her waist, and she was domineeringly pressed into a warm and firm embrace, and her heart kept tightening along with his arms.

The familiar woody fragrance and man's scent made the deer in her heart clumsily scurry around, messing her up.

The moment in front of my eyes? The scene is switched, this speed is self-evident.

"Didn't I ask you? Wait..."

She sighed helplessly, doesn't he have a normal teleportation posture?

"Ha, what are you waiting for? Waiting for you? Living with a wild man, and then happily sending me a wedding invitation?"

"I do not have……"

As if he didn't want to listen to her sophistry, Gojo Satoru's arm around her waist tightened punishingly, she blushed and was strangled a little out of breath.He bent down, buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder, rubbed his soft hair on her neck, and kept spraying warm breath on her ear pinnae, making her blood go straight to her brain, her cheeks were hot, even Didn't dare to move a single finger.

"The police, the police came so coincidentally, and your curse association has been infiltrated into a sieve again, that is also an expedient measure..."

She stammered and was interrupted roughly by him before she finished explaining.

"A stopgap measure, huh."

He turned her body to make her look straight into his eyes, and pointed to the place where she stabbed the knife in her chest. There seemed to be a real hole there, and it was blowing coldly.

"You? Don't you think? You are quite gentle when inserting yourself?"

He stretched out her hand that had been cut by the blade without refusal. With trembling fingertips, he carefully stroked the scar on it. The usual arrogance was gone in his blue eyes. Apart from accusations and grievances, there was also Pain and pity.

Guiltily, she moved her eyes away and dared not look into his eyes, her palms were itchy but somehow she didn't take them back, she just curled her fingers slightly, the guilt formed clumps of thorns in her heart, stinging her heart, and silently blamed Own.

He obviously wanted him to get out of that trap, but it made him feel sad about being betrayed.

But God knows? It's only right for her to sneak attack? She lifted the no-lower-limit spell, and she trusted her man 100% to need it? How much courage did it take? In the astonished eyes of him after he fell to the ground, she even said the two words when she parted. Words are so reluctantly sad.

"sorry."

Seeing that he didn't respond, she pursed her lips a little uneasy.Maybe? It was because she thought that she had said too much. She shyly tugged at the corner of his clothes where he could see, paused and added,

"Do not be angry."

He understood why she made such a choice, it was the best choice for him.He doesn't mind killing all the old stuff at the top, yes, but the school and students behind him can't? Do it with him?

She just doesn't want her ideals to be in trouble, and she doesn't want to be that fool who is against the whole world.

Can she? What? Wrong.It is obvious that he unilaterally wants to get closer to her heart, enter her life, become a part of her life, and walk along this rhythm with her.

If she's wrong, it's that she shouldn't always take everyone's heart into consideration.

She is obviously a gentle, considerate and stubborn person, but now she has her head down? Her lips are tightly pursed, like a puppy waiting to be reprimanded after making a mistake.

"Fool."

Gojo Satoru's heart was so soft that he suddenly pulled her hand into his arms a little discouraged, stroked her hair? hair gently, hugged her tightly, and used all his strength.

"If you are angry, you are angry. Is it because I don't love you?"

The author has something to say: Gojo Satoru: Can you please stop emphasizing my speed...

Kiritani Mio: Is there a problem with you?

Gojo Satoru: I don't want to hear you praise me in this regard.

Kiritani Mio: Then what aspect do you want to hear?

五条悟（捂脸）：你先体验下再说。感谢在2021-02-1018:24:35~2021-02-1220:12:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 dog roll hot in the second grade of pure love college;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Stir-fried Ximu in sugar, 2 spicy dog ​​rolls in the second grade of Chunai High School;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Qianmo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!