My script must be HE

three days later.

A 16-year-old boy in a black-and-white gradient kimono sits cross-legged on the wooden plank of the cloister, his left eye is wrapped in a bandage, as if he is sleepy, and his exposed right eye looks blankly at the dry square pool full of stones ahead.

He held a sharp dagger in his hand, as if it had been carefully wiped, it was as clean as new, like a mirror.

He seemed to be distracted, but when someone approached from behind, he suddenly threw the dagger back.

The sound of footsteps came, and the person behind grabbed the handle of the knife, and gradually walked out of the shadows, revealing his own figure.

It was a boy with yellow hair.He looked only 15 years old.The eyes are raised up, and the expression on the face is tugging.

"I've heard that Enlightenment was played around by a woman who is not a magician. Isn't that woman very beautiful?" He casually looked at the dagger in his hand, "Curse tool? Why did you give me this? I don't want it. Missing this."

The boy sitting on the porch turned his head, lifeless like a puppet.

"Do you want Zenyuan Shier to come back?" Wan Wan asked casually as if saying that the weather is really nice today.

Zenyuan Naoya stopped the movement of his hand.

"Does Uncle know what you want to do?" He asked, "A few weeks ago, Uncle caught you and took you to the Chanyuan home. I don't know what you said to make Uncle treat you as his guest. Is it because of this very talking mouth? ?”

"Although Zenyuan Fan brought me here, I am not under Zenyuan Fan." Osamu Dazai pointed out Zenyuan Naoya's misunderstanding.

The 15-year-old boy raised his eyebrows and stared at the outsider who was one year older than him for a while.

"A magic tool just wants to gain my trust, if you're not good-looking, I'll go straight to my uncle." He said and leaned closer to the face that looked a bit small under the slightly curly black hair, "Not as good-looking as Shir. "

The young man who was judged so recklessly said indifferently: "That magic tool belongs to the beautiful woman you mentioned."

He made a gesture at random, fabricating the facts: "A very beautiful lady, just like that, poof, she stabbed Wutiao's heart with this magic tool~"

"Really?"

"Oh really."

No, it's all fake.

But Zenyuan Naoya seemed to believe it.

"How to get Shier back, let's talk about it." The young boy put away the dagger, raised his head to indicate that the deal was completed, and had fallen into the trap of the hunter without realizing it.

The wicked 'big brother' squinted his eyes, and asked in a soothing tone: "Who in the entire Zenyuan family hates Zenyuan Shier the most?"

Looking at the thoughtful boy, Osamu Dazai's eyes remained unchanged.

It's like leading the Zenyuan fan to have murderous intentions towards the people directly adjacent to the Zenyuan a few weeks ago.

No matter who Chanyuan Naoya was originally thinking, he can say it black and white, inducing Zenyuan Naoya to think of Zenyuan Jinichi, pushing the fault to Zenyuan Jinyi, and summing up the matter as "there is no Zenyuan Jinyi Zenyuan Jiner would be able Back to the Chanyuan home'.Do facts matter?It's not important, what matters is the 'truth' that human beings recognize from the bottom of their hearts.

If you can't burn PortMafia, then burn this monastery.

"Tithe."

In the end, Zenyuan Naoya said affirmatively.

Five minutes later, after fooling the 5-year-old child, Osamu Dazai got up and patted the ashes on his kimono, and walked along the corridor.

It might be that the air in the Chanyuan house made him feel a little uncomfortable. His pace was much faster than usual, with impatience written all over his face.

It's just that the way out is not so easy.

The head of the Chanyuan, Zhibiren of the Zenyuan, stood on the corridor that Osamu Dazai passed by, with his beard twitching like a steel needle under his nose.

He looked at the seemingly well-behaved young man who was brought in by the Zen courtyard fan, his eyes were full of exploration.

Osamu Dazai, who had already completed his goal, kept walking, as if he didn't see the head of the Buddhist monastery standing beside him, and left from his side.

...

{'Intervene in the inner struggle of the Zen Monastery' mission completed}

{'Stand in line with the Chanyuan Fan' mission accomplished}

{'Stand in line with Zenyuan Naoya' mission accomplished}

{The following rewards have been received

Power Stone*100

Power Stone*200

Power Stone*200

The reward has been sent to the mailbox}

...

Yazawa Chiaki was tired.

He is very tired.

God knows how much he misses the days of demolishing buildings in the Central Plains Chuya vest, even if it costs more money.

How cool is that!

If he can get the Central Plains Zhongye, he can immediately stand up and start the happy road of brainless flattening.

Violent customs clearance yyds!

Almost as soon as the power stone arrived in the account, he controlled the butcher's vest, which was temporarily idle, and began to draw cards.

He stood on the arch bridge, facing the crystal clear river, holding his hands together, his eyes full of piety.

"Either I will be pumped to the Central Plains, or I will die in the water. One of the two will inevitably appear today."

He wants to push pictures violently, he really wants to.

He doesn't want to do any detours to fan the flames and beat around the bush. Wouldn't it be nice to just flatten it? !

He wants force faction! ! !

With such unwavering belief, Chiaki Yazawa began to draw cards.

Three minutes later, a sand-colored figure jumped off the bridge.

"Someone committed suicide!" A passer-by who witnessed this scene screamed.

The sun shone on the water, sparkling.Pale pink cherry blossoms bloomed on the trees by the river, and the petals fell on the water, causing waves of ripples.

In the crystal-clear water, the young man who entered the water looked serene, with his hands folded in front of his chest, as if he was not soaking in the water, but in heaven.

Goodbye Migou, I hope he will be a European emperor in the next life.