The Inquisitor's Conjurer Mr.

Nakahara Zhong stared silently at the figure standing by the window, and began to realize that she would leave him before this winter was over, and then start a new life in the sunny spring.

This is also very good, he pressed the hat with his hand, lowered his head, those black pasts that contained blood and gunpowder smoke did not belong to her life, as the filth itself, he should naturally abide by the new rules.

He suppressed the sadness rising from his chest, and tried his best to show his usual smile: "After that, what are your plans?"

"Hmm..." She rested her chin on one hand, looked at the snow outside the window, and began to think seriously. The white woven light above her head cast a faint shadow on the corners of her eyes and nose, and her long black hair was draped softly behind her head. Where she sat quietly, her whole body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of soft light.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared deeply at her profile, as if thousands of stars were falling slowly in his blue pupils.

"How about opening a dessert shop, Chuya."

Her voice was a little brisk, and she turned her gaze back to Zhongye's face, just in time to see the sad look on the young man's face, she was slightly stunned, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? Zhongye."

With that look on his face, he was so sad that he was about to cry.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand in the direction where the young man was standing, waited slightly and widened her eyes, looking at her a little at a loss, her clear pupils reflected the delicate and sad face of the young man.

"not good!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked over, wrapped her cold fingertips with his callused palms, stuffed her hands into the soft and warm quilt with a straight face, and said to her nonchalantly: "I Not very interested in sweets."

He sat down on the chair next to him, folded his arms and frowned, his expression had returned to normal.

"Then open a bar?" Xing tilted his head and looked at his face, and said after thinking for a while.

Even though he knew she was joking, Nakahara Chuya still showed a very helpless look on his face, and changed his words, "That's still a dessert house."

His eyes stayed on the gentle and charming face of the other party for a while, and he could already imagine that if she was the proprietress of the tavern, she would definitely be taken advantage of by men with malicious intentions.

Thinking of this, the young cadre lowered his head and gritted his teeth as if venting his anger.

Lucky's low laughter sounded beside her ears, and Nakahara Zhong also heard her say: "Then it's settled, if it can really be opened by then, I'll ask you

Zhong also came to drink. "

"Drinking at the dessert house?"

"Any questions?"

"No, there is no problem at all." Nakahara Chuya said.

……

……

The words that had been agreed at the beginning were turned out of his mind, but since Fuyukawa Yuki left the organization, he never visited her once.

On several occasions, Miss Hongye came back from a business trip in Tokyo, brought back the souvenir that Xing gave him, and asked him thoughtfully: "It seems that Chuya hasn't met Xing yet, right?"

"I can't help it. I've been too busy with work recently. I'll go to that guy for a drink next time." He frowned and tried his best to look like he was dragged down by work.

Lies, all lies, but a voice in my heart said so.

"By the way, if you keep in touch with him often, it won't be good for that guy, right?" he asked Koyo Ozaki like that.

"You call two or three times a year often?" Koye Ozaki looked at him in disbelief.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent. Indeed, he was the only one who was afraid that once he met, he would not be able to help but want more. In order not to cause trouble for her, he just leaned against the corner of the wall and watched from a distance as he passed by so many times. Just a glance.

The blue pupils of the young man in the mirror overflowed with a strong color of longing. He picked up the black gloves that were set aside, put them on slowly, and finally looked at himself in the mirror, who was neatly dressed, and curled his lips.

There is still time, this time, there is nothing that can stop the determination of Chuya in the Central Plains.

He opened the door and walked out. It was dusk, and a large piece of orange light fell on him, transparent and soft, just like her eyes when she looked at people in her memory.

Zhong Yuanzhong also strode forward.

It was already evening when I arrived in Tokyo. Although I hadn't been to Xing's newly moved dessert house, I had already memorized the new address, Zhongyuanzhong, by heart.

Although he has already made up his mind to pursue happiness, Zhongyuan Zhongye has no idea how to do it or what to do.

Walking alone in the dark street of Zhongyuan Zhong also fell into a depressed mood. After all, it was the first time we met again after a long time, and the object was still the person he liked. Zhongyuan Zhong also hoped that his image in the other party's heart would be better. .

What can be done to add points?

He stopped, put one hand in his pocket, and rested his chin on the other, thinking that there happened to be a flower shop opposite him.

The footsteps moved over there involuntarily, stopped at the entrance of the flower shop, and pressed down the black top hat on the top of his head.

Would it be too obvious to send flowers?For TV dramas, send flowers

It just clearly represents the meaning of liking...

"Is there anything I can help you with? Sir." The young proprietress with her hair tied up in a bun showed a friendly smile at him.

"It's nothing, just passing by." Even though he said so, he didn't move away.

The proprietress looked at the well-dressed young gentleman in front of her, and she didn't miss the slightly uncomfortable expression on his face. She said gently: "It's okay, if you like, you can take a look."

"That..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also annoyed that he was not manly enough for being so entangled. He collected himself, met the proprietress's inexplicable gaze, and asked the question: "If it is for a girl, which flower would be better?" Is it suitable?"

He held his breath subconsciously, waiting for the boss lady's answer.

"If it's a girl you like..." Seeing that the young gentleman did not express any objection to this statement, the florist looked at Zhong Yuan and smiled, and continued, "The first choice is roses."

"Will the red rose be too obvious?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked at the bright red rose on his left hand, couldn't help but said, and immediately received the smiling gaze of the proprietress.

"No, I mean—" The more he explained, the more Zhong Yuan felt that it was unnecessary.

Fortunately, this is not Yokohama, and the flower shop proprietress doesn't know him, otherwise he would feel ashamed to live on.

"What about the white rose?" The flower shop proprietress didn't tell the truth, and explained in a warm voice: "In addition to representing pure love, the white rose also implies the meaning of 'I am enough to match you'."

"Please bring me a bunch." Nakahara Zhong also asked politely.

The proprietress of the florist smiled at him, "Please wait a moment."

"Thank you for your patronage, I wish you success." When handing a bouquet of wrapped white roses to the young gentleman, he said with a smile.

Zhong Yuanzhong also tried his best to suppress the raised corner of his mouth, "Thank you."

A young gentleman in a well-fitting suit and black manners is walking on the dark street, holding a bouquet of white roses exuding a fragrance in his hand. It is almost impossible to guess that this young man will go to A heart-pounding date, even the sound of black leather shoes stepping on the slate is like the sound of drums at the beginning of the banquet.

Anyone with a slight wink would not go forward to disturb such a hurried young man.

however--

Often such things happen, the more eagerly anticipated things are, the more likely to encounter accidents.

"呲呲~呲呲~"

There was a sound that sounded like a monster sticking out its long tongue, and Zhongyuan Zhong also hugged the flower in his hand a little tighter, with a very impatient look on his face.

It's these damned curses again, have all the damn conjurers gone lazy?

"Hungry, flower, in love?!!!"

"Ah!!! Damn it!!!"

A pair of octopus-like tentacles stretched out from the deep alley, piercing straight into Nakahara Chuya's chest, with an angry roar coming from his mouth.

Zhongyuan Zhong also dared to assert that the curse of the huge and disgusting dog in front of him must have come from the resentment of a single dog. Although Mr. Zhongyuan has also experienced how desperate feelings are for unobtainable love, this does not mean that he will forgive him. It was only a curse that stopped him from moving forward.

In the dark night, a layer of red shadow surrounded his body, he bent slightly, his eyes were astonishingly sharp.

"Are you going to fight gravity?"

The body wrapped in brilliant red light dodged the stretched out tentacles, and at the same time jumped up high, his whole body seemed to turn into a burst of hot burning fire, and hit the monster's cold skin shell hard, while the one he was standing on just now In some places, due to the impact, the ground was sunken, and cracks appeared like a radial network.

During the confrontation with the monster, the black coat he put on slipped from his shoulders due to his instability, and fell onto the wet puddle on the side of the street. The black coat stained with sewage was no longer neat.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the stained black coat, and the anger in his heart climbed to the peak in an instant, and the expression on his face became colder than that of a ghost.

"Go to hell!" Nakahara Chuya shouted.

Under the pitch-black sky, a gorgeous and shining red light lit up, which proved the existence of the Central Plains.

"Eh?"

After picking up Tsurumaru and Ran, Yuki, who was going home with the six Fusangshen, stopped involuntarily as he looked in the direction of the red light.

Is that direction where Zhongya is?

The Fusangshen who accompanied Xing noticed Xing's face, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who always liked to join in the fun, said, "Something seems to have happened over there, should we go and have a look?"

Tsurumaru's words were unanimously agreed by the others.

When Tsurumaru and the others arrived, they saw a petite hat-kun crazily torturing a curse spirit. His aura was as fierce as a ghost from hell, not to mention that he was holding a demon in his hand. bouquet of white roses.

In short, the scene is very shocking.

"Oh, what a rare sight

scene. Tsurumaru looked at the hat-kun whom he had never met before, and said with a smile on his face with admiration.

"Yeah, this is the so-called aesthetics of violence." San Riyue propped her chin and nodded with interest.

"Is this also a conjurer?" Luan asked curiously.

"No." Xing replied, after a pause, she added, "Zhong is also a friend I know."

Zhongye——

The sudden sound made Chuuya's heart skip a beat.

Subconsciously, he stopped the movement of torturing the curse spirit, and looked in that direction as if feeling something. After seeing the familiar figure, Zhong Yuanzhong was too surprised, as if his heartbeat, breathing, and blood stopped. generally.

Just thinking, it's over, this is not the perfect encounter he imagined at all.

The author has something to say: chuya——(I don’t want to live anymore)

感谢在2021-01-2704:01:30~2021-01-2823:57:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of swimming fish; 1 bottle of caviar;

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