What if the lord is too popular

[Are you ok?I am worried and miss you very much. ]

It was the voice in Yaozai's head that rushed into Wuyou's ears.

The vertical pupils of the Wumei plum red suddenly converge into a needle shape, like a cat in the dark night spying on something suspicious.

Yuya Ubuyashiki has been using this method to keep in touch with the outside world?

Taotao, who was deceived, was engulfed in anger.

Wu Mi fumbled to find Yaoya's arm that was still growing wildly, the new bone was very brittle, and it took almost no effort.

He rubbed through his sleeve, as if to give comfort, and waited until Yaoya's muscles relaxed.

suddenly-

The hand squeezed fiercely!

Gada—

The bones groaned and shattered.

"what-"

The horrific cry was swallowed by Wu Mi through the connection of lips and tongue.

He is exceptionally generous, feeding Yaozai's supreme precious blood continuously.

But what's the use of that?

Pain cannot be reduced or replaced.

Yaoya pushed him with his remaining left hand, hesitating and hesitating.

After a while, he got up without feeling miserable.

He looked at Yaozai's tired but determined eyes by the moonlight.

How touching, this kind of aesthetic feeling that is almost decadent but not convincing.

Wu Mi took out an expensive silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from Yaozai's lips, and looked at the cold sweat on his forehead with pity.

"what on earth do you want?"

The bones in Yaozai's right arm began to reorganize again, and he couldn't even speak intermittently.

Without saying a word, Wu Mi just threw the used handkerchief into the trash can in the corner and went back and forth.

He glanced at the bright moon outside the window, with a half-smile:

"The moonlight is so beautiful, go out for a stroll with me, Yaozai."

"..."

Obstetrician Yoshiki Yoya turned his eyes away and turned a deaf ear to him, and leaned over to his face, whispering in a lover's tone:

"You don't have to go if you don't want to, I'll let your arm grow a few more times at most."

Yaozai was startled, and just about to turn his head to refute, he was dragged off the bed by Wu Mi.

Panting heavily, he swung his left hand and shouted in a low voice:

"I'll go by myself!"

Wu Mi let go as if nothing had happened: "Hehe, don't ask me to help you later."

The pain comes one after another, it is a continuous mountain, a wave that is higher than once.

Yaozai clenched his teeth tightly, suppressing the pain between his lips.

A question lingered in his mind—

Where is Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi going?

The man who took the lead seemed to have sensed something, turned around and glanced at him with a smile:

"Of course a walk needs more people."

……

They woke up Tong Mo who was lying unconscious on the outer floor, and went next door to liberate Tanizaki Naomi who was bound.

The girl cursed:

"Miss Ben slept well, what are you doing?"

Wu Mi pulled her up from the ground without pity, and looked at Yao Zai and Tong Mo with profound meaning.

"I heard that you buried Osamu Dazai's body? Take me to burn incense for this poor guy."

Tanizaki Naomi's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Yaozai over Wucan's shoulder.

thump—

Yuya Ubuyashiki heard the sound of his heart sinking suddenly.

Dazaiji was miserable.

For a while, I was sweating profusely like being in a sea of ​​fire, and for a while I was shivering like a fallen ice cellar.

The extreme double sky of ice and fire caused nightmares again and again, and the source was the screams that seemed to never stop.

[what--]

Whose voice is it?

Osamu Dazai frowned, cold sweat dripped from his broken hair into his eyes, and it was unbearably sour.

The slight opening of the door was the hand of God that saved him from the abyss.

pat—

Dazai opened his eyes suddenly, watching the dusty figure gradually approaching in the bright lights.

The man walked to the bed and reached out to touch his forehead:

"You have a fever. Are you feeling better?"

"...Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai called weakly.

If there was someone he didn't want to see the last time, it was Mori Ogai.

Who would want a rival in love to see him in a mess?

But this result is also predictable, after all—

He let Yin's stalking go.

The cadres of Port Mafia must always be prepared.If he had a chance, Yin could tip off the news.

"Ahem—"

Dazai coughed twice.

Mori Ogai brought warm water, carefully helped him up and put a pillow on the back of his head.

The leader sat by the bed and said:

"You cut your wound very skillfully, which can cause a fake death. But if the rescue is not timely, the fake will become real."

Osamu Dazai touched the gauze around his neck with a dazed expression, took a sip from the glass and smiled:

"Is Mr. Sen showing off? You think he never forgets you, and even learned this method from you?"

Two years ago, Ogai Mori and Yaoya Miyashiki won the bet with Ace by cutting their throats and feigning death.

The man didn't answer directly, and the corners of his mouth were upturned with pride.

This is a grandiose demonstration.

Dazai suddenly felt more stuffy in his chest, and he was about to lose his breath at any moment.

He ran his fingertips up and down the glass, and suddenly—

There was a trace of hesitation in the pair of iris eyes, and Dazai said suddenly:

"He seems to have lost his memory."

"What?" Mori Ogai was taken aback.

Dazai turned his head and stared at the man, paused every word: "I mean, the way he looked at me was like looking at a stranger."

"..."

Mori Ogai squinted his eyes in disbelief, thought for a few seconds and opened his mouth:

"I sent him a private message."

"Private letter?" Dazai's heart thumped, he pretended to be puzzled:

"I do not understand what you mean."

"When you were in a coma, you kept saying the word 'wish'. I guess it refers to the 'wish' system."

……

[It would be nice if today is sunny. ]

[Then make a wish. ]

[Just make a wish? ]

[Yeah, didn’t Dazai ever make a wish? ]

……

Osamu Dazai remembered the conversation he had with Yoya before the neck artery was cut.

He firmly believed that the other party was trying to hint.

[Wish System] is a tool that can communicate without being noticed by others. Mori Ogai and Dazai were canceled according to the procedure before leaving the school.

Is the system of Yoya Ubuyashiki still alive?

More importantly, how could such critical information allow Mori Ogai to get ahead.

A string called reason in Osamu Dazai's mind snapped with a snap.

He raised his eyebrows to pretend to be interested, and let out a cramped laugh that only he knew:

"Will that stubborn headmaster agree to install it for you?"

"Because I am the leader of Port Mafia."

Just showing your identity can be daunting.

Osamu Dazai felt sour, and curled his lips: "So is there any reply from Yaozai?"

Mori Ogai looked at him without blinking, as if looking for some kind of evidence of knowing what he was asking, he pursed his lips for a long while and said in a low voice:

"not yet."

"what?"

Dazai's face, which was too rosy due to the high temperature, gradually turned pale, and the screams from his dream still lingered in his ears.

This is really worrying.

Yaoya's teleportation has its limitations - it can only go to places it has been.

A group of four stopped the car, but the driver didn't want to pick it up.

It was nearly nine o'clock, and their destination was far and remote, and there was a man with long white hair and missing an arm in the crowd.

Although the appearance is eye-catching, so sacred that it almost makes people forget to breathe, it doesn't look like an ordinary human being.

The turning point was that the gentleman in the white suit took out [-] yen without saying a word.

One hundred thousand!

The wages of avarice is death.

The driver gritted his teeth and allowed them to get into the car.

Onimai Tsuji is sitting in the co-pilot, and the back row from left to right is Tanizaki Naomi, Ubuyashiki Yoya and Tong Mo.

The Master of Bliss had red marks from being slapped on his face, but he looked at Yaozai worriedly, wanting to touch his hand hanging in mid-air.

"are you OK?"

As if afraid of Wu Mi in the front seat finding out, his voice was thin and weak.

Yaoya's right arm is growing wildly, the crushed and reconstructed bones are like weeds in the cracks of stones, every centimeter it grows is enough to stop the heart.

Yaoya firmly pressed his lower lip, and found that his teeth seemed to be much sharper.

A little force can pierce the skin.

Just a real vampire.

He silently licked away the oozing blood.

"What are you guys doing there so late?"

The atmosphere in the taxi was too dull, and the driver chatted with each other.

"Go and bury the corpse." Wu Mi said indifferently.

"What?" The driver gasped, and the hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.

Seeing this situation, Yaozai hurriedly took pains to remedy the situation, deliberately using a friendly attitude:

"You're telling nonsense jokes again, Wu Mi. We're obviously going to-"

The overwhelming pain made it impossible for him to continue his lies.

"Looking for something, I lost my engagement ring at a picnic."

Tanizaki Naomi was eloquent, which attracted Yoya to take a look at her.

This look finally found the girl's trembling hands.

The ominous premonition intensified.

[If Naomi did save someone as he expected, there would be no dead bodies at all. ]

By the time……

Yaoza looked up calmly, and found that Wu Can was staring at him unscrupulously through the rearview mirror.

The eyes of the two met in the short space, and the flying sparks could ignite the air.

But this kind of enthusiasm is not a deep love, but a desire to kill each other.

At least that's the case with Yoya Ubuyashiki.

For a second or a century, the corners of Wu Can's mouth slightly hooked and looked away.

"..."

Tanizaki Naomi quietly grabbed Yaoya's sleeve, exhaled foul breath and wanted to cry without tears.

Outside the window, the dense trees are like ghosts.

The direction the taxi was headed was boundless darkness, the mouth of a wild beast.

The destination is sparsely populated.

The four of them stepped on the withered leaves, creaking.

Tanizaki Naomi has taken them for a walk for 10 minutes, but has not yet revealed the specific location of the body.

Kimai Tsuji's patience, which was as big as a grain of rice, was exhausted, and she lifted the back of her neck like grabbing a chick:

"You better not lie to me."

When he said this, his eyes swept over Yaozai's pale face, and there was a chilling malice in his eyes like a poisonous snake.

Tong Mo supported Yaozai and turned a blind eye.

"I don't understand why you must see the body."

Yaozai said unexpectedly from behind:

"I've already killed Osamu Dazai." He paused and looked at the Bliss leader: "Tong Mo saw it too."

This is the best time to spy on Tong Mo's position.

The Lord of Bliss looked into Yaozai's dark red pupils, put his supporting hand into his sleeve, and smiled:

"Yes, Lord Wu Mi, Tong Mo saw it with his own eyes."

"Hmph." Wu Mi sneered, "But I am suspicious by nature, and I want to see people and dead bodies."

Yaozai's eyes darken slightly.

He was thinking about the probability of successfully fighting Wu Mi and fleeing with the three of them.

Even below zero, it is a negative number.

At this moment-

Tanizaki Naomi suddenly raised her voice, and her voice was so high-pitched that Wu Mi immediately threw her to the ground.

"what happened?"

Tanizaki Naomi rubbed her elbows and stood up, blinking quickly when she met Kami Yoya's worried gaze.

Should it be...?

Yaozai was thinking, and heard the girl pointing to a tree that was close at hand:

"Remember, I was buried under this tree."

She ran over in two or three steps, bent down and picked up a shiny object.

"Well, I left the ring here."

The doubt in Wu Mi's eyes is a shadow that will never dissipate, he turned his head and waved to Yaozai.

"come over."

The attitude is like treating a servant who is called at his beck and call.

Yaozai frowned, motioned Tong Mo to let go, and was dragged away before he got close.

Wu Mi's eyes slid across Yaozai's barely-grown arm, and he helped him pin the sideburns behind his ears, wrapped his arms around his neck and asked in a bewitching tone:

"Tell me, do you want to find the body here?"

Yaozai rested his chin on Wumi's shoulder, feeling his muscles stiffen.

"If not, would you kill me Wu Mi?"

As he spoke, he opened his mouth to lick his sharp fangs, and his dark red pupils reflected the galaxies.

The author has something to say: When charging is in progress...

I like the plot of lifting a rock and shooting myself in the foot hhh