My name is Dazai

The writer Anwu is quite strong. Even a thick door panel was smashed by him for a few minutes before being chiseled open. Then he kicked at the weak point of the door, and the whole wooden door collapsed.

Ms. Zhizi, who was still rejoicing, showed a nauseous expression: "This Ango has a brain like a slug."

This method of violently opening the door was quite unpopular with Dazai.

But does Ango care?

"Hahahahaha, come out, Dazai~" Writer Ango looked around to find out where the leader Zai was.

Tangun took a breath, turned his head and said to the poet curled up in the quilt, "Why is this laughter just like when you opened the door of Dazai's house back then?"

Chuya, who was drunk back then, scolded Tai in exactly the same tone as Ango now.

It made Tangun reflexively want to look outside to see if there was a snowdrift to squeeze Ango into.

The writer Ango was taken aback when he heard Tangun's words, and took a step back in Tangun's opposite direction like a frightened fox: "I said Tangun is just a game, you are not allowed to bully me."

Tangun didn't know how he should react. Could it be that Ango was bullying him?Wasn't he the one who drove him from one end of the forest to the other before putting on the look of Tangun as a bully?

Isn't it too late to pretend to be weak, pitiful and helpless, "... I should beg you not to bully me." Tangun swallowed the swear words with difficulty, and gave a decent answer with a smile.

When the writer Zai ran to Tangun, he grabbed Tangun's shoulders with both hands and hid himself: "Tangun, save me quickly."

The writer Zai is quite cowardly.

The fierce look of the writer An Wu made him really terrified, and the threat was greater than that of the poets.

One of the poets is only 1.5 meters tall, even if he is beaten, it doesn't hurt, but it is enough to scare him to tears.

The writer Ango is an existence that even poets dare not fight.

If Ango really hit him, Writer Jae felt like he would have to cry all day.

Hearing what the writer Jae said, An Wu paused, and then showed a dull expression: "You fellow, stop being sentimental, whoever wants to do something to you will only look like you are scared out of your wits, Tangun and I are almost ashamed." I'm throwing up."

If there was one expression that he saw more often than Tangun panicking, it would be Jae the Writer crying.

Writer Jae is so sensitive, if someone provokes him even a little bit, he may cry.

An Wu felt that he could calmly eat two more bowls of rice when he watched the writer cry.

The writer Zai froze in place, as if he had never thought that the writer Ango would give such a hurtful answer, he seemed to have lost the ability to understand language.Just holding Tangun's back like that until the leader Jae pulled his hand away possessively.Only then did he jump up like an insulted personality: "What do you mean by that? It's slander, outright slander!"

"You bastard..." Anwu licked his tongue vigorously, "why is it so troublesome? Afraid that I will punish you. If you can't tell you, you will be angry again. What are you going to do? Or do you want to stay here and be scared to cry by me?" , if you don’t want to cry, you can leave now, I won’t stop you. Wait for me to deal with you at the end and end this game.”

The writer Zai choked up, and wanted to slap the writer An Wu in the face with the facts, but he found that he didn't have the courage to do so.

So he let go of Tangun's sobbing and aggrieved and walked out of the house.

I'm sorry, but he's still cowardly.

Please don't blame him.

He is such a useless person...

The writer Zai hid his face and ran away.

The poet also raised his hand from the quilt: "I am innocent, can I go too?"

The writer Anwu stared at the poet Zhongya intently, and the poet Zhongya was also numb by his current appearance as a dwarf, and he did not appear to be jumping around like usual.

If the poet is also angry, the writer Ango would like to see if he can make him even more angry, but now that he is so calm, Ango feels that there is no need to play.

"Okay, you can go out too." Writer Ango waved his hand, like chasing away mosquitoes.

So the poets also went out to accompany the writer Zai.

Writer Ango looked at the remaining Dazai with an evil face: "Then who else has an opinion now?"

"I have." The leader Zai raised his hand.

You Dazai have broken a lot.

Ango complained in his heart, but he didn't say it.

"What's your problem?"

What is Dazai going to do?You must know that he wants to play with Dazai regardless of the consequences, but he also wants to see what new tricks Dazai can come up with for him to refer to.

"In the game settings, I am the queen, a witch with magic, and I want to play vines with Tangun in the forest." The leader Jae said something serious, "Hang Tangun up!" In the air like this, watching him beg me for mercy with his face flushed and tears streaming down his face."

"You are too cunning!" Miss Zhizi was quite dissatisfied, "I want to see this kind of thing too! Otherwise, I don't agree!"

The leader, Zai, smiled at her, with the abusive message "Do you agree to mind your own business" in his smile.

"No, this is the mosaic content, even if you pay for it, you won't be allowed to read it." The leader Zai emphasized, "This is a private customization."

"You are good or bad, I like it." Quedu Ango liked to watch the dazai kill each other, and he gave a sincere evaluation.

"Thank you for the compliment. Then can I go and get Tangun now? It will probably take a while." The leader Jae asked quite politely.

Writer Zai's head came in silently from outside the door.

He also wanted to take a look at any good things.

"No." Writer Ango quickly refused.His purpose is not to make the Dazai happy, but to make the Dazai reveal the mask of pain.

"I thought about what to do." Writer Ango said excitedly.

The Dazai didn't realize what the writer Ango wanted to do, and even the crazy cat couldn't figure out the crazy thinking.

They only saw the writer Ango hug Tangun up and run away.

The Dazai are not powerful players. In this game, Ango's physique as a hunter has also been strengthened, which means that when he is running with Tangun on his back, no one can outrun him.

"Huh?" Tangun was even more confused than the Dazai.

What strange development is this?The writer Ango said that his goal is not the leader Jae?

Why did it become him, "Ango, for your own sake, let me go." Tangun felt that he was too difficult a hostage, and he actually had to think about the kidnappers.

Sooner or later, Ango will be caught by the Dazai and taught him a good lesson.

"If I let you go now, you will be taught a lesson." Writer Ango replied.

Tangun: "...It seems to make sense...but I suspect that you are planning something even more terrible!"

He didn't want to see Ango being quartered by the Dazai in front of him.

Why do people want to die when they can live? He said that Dazai is a cat, but Dazai is not a real cat!Even cats are dangerous at the Siberian gold gradient level.

The leader Jae took out the magic mirror he carried with him, and saw Ango and Tangun now.

Ango tied Tangun Wuhuadai to the chair.

"Did you see, Dazai? Tangun is in my hands now." Writer Ango flexed his wrist and hugged Tangun's neck, his movements looked as if he wanted to break Tangun's neck, "Hurry up if you are wise." Show a pitiful and tearful expression, or I'll kiss him."

"Hey, hey, don't go too far." Tangun looked at Ango Sakaguchi with a little fear. On the one hand, he was afraid, but on the other hand, he seemed to see through time and space, and saw Ango who was made into a dark dish by Dazai.

"If you miss this time, there will be no more opportunities." The writer Ango was determined, he lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against Tangun's face vigorously, and then his lips were getting closer and closer to Tangun's mouth.

"Did you see it? Did you see it? I'm going to kiss Tangun!" Ango shouted excitedly, keeping his eyes on the mirror, as if he was completing some historic task.

Tangun tried his best to turn himself into a liquid to get rid of Ango's clutches. His sexual orientation was only women and Dazai. Ango was not within the attack range, but the places for him to move were too limited, so he could only watch Ango. The slap was on his face: "I told you not to go too far... wait... stay away from me... ahhhhhh!"

Miss Zhizi gasped, and then looked at the leader Zai who was definitely angrier than her out of the corner of her eye.

The leader, Zai Chang, sighed and looked at the ceiling, as if he had already seen through the world: "Ah, the weather is getting colder, so it's time to arrange sterilization for Anwu as well."

"Hiss, it's so miserable, so miserable..." The writer Jae looked at the magic mirror outside the door, not knowing whether he was burning incense for Ango or mourning for Tangun.