What if the lord is too popular

A stinky autumn wind floated through the crack of the door, and Yaozai's face changed suddenly:

"Where's the key? Let me go!"

"The key is with Alice."

Even though he couldn't smell the smell from afar, the leader of Mafia could still detect the clue from his lover's tense expression.He walked quickly to the bed, bent down and asked with concern: "What happened?"

"Evil ghosts are coming." Yaozai muttered to himself.

"You mean Kibu Tsuji no misanthropy?" Mori Ogai thought for a few seconds before blurting out.

Yaozai was startled, he didn't expect to hear this name from a man's mouth.

He wondered how close he was to Mori Ogai before he lost his memory, so that he would reveal the deepest secret in his heart.

"How do you know him?"

Mori Ogai was ambiguous, turned around and wanted to leave: "I'll go find Alice right away, and we'll leave together."

"Wait!" Yaozai hurriedly stopped him, "I have a solution."

The current Oni Wu Tsuji is like a bad luck that does not know when it will come, and it is also like a god of death approaching quietly with a sickle.

Every step Mori Ogai takes is dangerous, and he may run into him on the way back.

"What way?" Mori Ogai was dubious.

"Stand here, and when I count to three, you draw all the curtains..."

"No! I don't agree!"

Before the words fell, the deafening refusal to penetrate the eardrum.

Yoya raised his eyes in astonishment and stared at Mori Ogai whose face was congested and red, the two of them stood in a stalemate for a moment, the man realized that he had lost his composure, and coughed to cover it up:

"I heard that you can't see the light with your current physique, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

"What did Tong Mo say?"

Mori Ogai was noncommittal, his dodging eyes said everything.

Yaozai laughed angrily:

"You didn't stuff him into the trunk before, how could you believe his nonsense?"

He deliberately bit down on the word "nonsense", hoping to dispel the untimely stubbornness of men.

Mori Ogai lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, and said softly:

"...I don't dare to take any risks related to you."

In fact, he once pushed Yuya Shiki, the obstetrician, into a dangerous situation, and he also witnessed the scene where his lover lost control.

People are always concerned and timid, but brave.

Yaozai secretly gritted a mouthful of silver teeth.Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Tong Mo actually became a hindrance to the plan.

Right now, we should race against time.

He suppressed a sigh in his throat, stretched out his handcuffed left hand to hook Mori Ogai's bewildered little finger, as if promising.

"You think I'd risk my life?" Yaozai laughed bluntly like a machine that hasn't been oiled for a long time, "How is it possible? I still want to be with Mr. Mori."

Mori Ogai was shocked all over, raised his head suddenly, and stared at him with burning eyes:

"Really?"

"Of course." Yaozai nodded solemnly, lowering his eyes to avoid staring at him: "We have already wasted a lot of time."

So Ogai Mori obediently stood beside the curtain, tilted his head, his earnest eyes were glued to his lover.

"Turn around." Yaozai couldn't help laughing, "Three..."

His right hand caressed his imprisoned left arm.

"two……"

The strength of the whole body gathers in the right palm like a river.

"one."

Yaozai closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and there was a "pop"!

Accompanied by the arm being torn off abruptly, heart-piercing pain spread throughout the body, and thousands of active cells screamed like boiling.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Yoya let out a scream in his heart that could knock the roof off, but when he actually faced Uemori Ogai's pale face, he just said with trembling lips in cold sweat:

"...pull the curtains."

Mori Ou ignored Yaozai's shoulder with his fingers hanging in the air, staring in shock at the fracture of Yaozai's shoulder.

"you……"

Hot blood splashed his dark green windbreaker, and a bright flower bloomed on his chest.

Green and red, this highly criticized, vulgar color contrast, shows unparalleled beauty at this moment.

Brutally beautiful.

"Quickly draw the curtains!"

The extreme pain drained his reason, Yaozai growled like a wounded beast.

The coercion erupting from him instantly filled the entire room, filling every air gap, and the majestic leader of Mafia could only bow his head and surrender.

bang-

The handcuffed left arm was thrown to the ground by Yaoya, like a shoe, close to Mori Ogai's foot.

The man couldn't bear to glance at it, his stiff fingers sank deep into the curtain, and he let out a breath.

"Whoa-"

While the sun was streaming into the room, Ogai Mori felt the windbreaker wrapping his back tighten, and at the last moment before his feet left the ground, Yoya Shiki's left arm was crumbling into ashes and blowing in the wind.

spinning around...

A few seconds later, Mori Ogai's feet touched the ground again.

His beating heart was far from calm. It was one thing to witness a broken limb on the battlefield, but it was completely different when it happened to a loved one.

As soon as his sight regained clarity, he hastily touched Yaoya's badly injured left arm with some fear.

I thought I would touch an empty sleeve, but I didn't expect to get soft flesh that thrived like a sapling.

It seems that with a little more work, the original bone and muscle tissue can be perfectly reproduced.

"You...can you heal yourself?"

Mori Ogai asked in disbelief.

Among the dazzling many abilities, self-healing definitely ranks first.

If it is coupled with a powerful attack skill, it is almost invincible.

Yaozai's face was still pale, and the broken hair on the temples was soaked in sweat. Now, while enduring the newborn pain, he showed a childlike ostentatious smile:

"Yeah, so I also said just now, 'I won't gamble with my life'."

He also said the second half of the sentence, but because he was a little shy, he didn't repeat it.

Mori Ogai couldn't feel relieved, his long and narrow eyes were filled with distress, and he rubbed Yaoya's left arm through his sleeve.

He looked around, surprise disappearing from the corner of his eyes.

Here is actually...

"Okay, I should go."

Yaozai shook his hand heavily, and immediately let go, and said with a firm face.

"Go? Are you still planning to go back?"

Yaozai said without hesitation, "Yes, I don't want to fail."

Mori Ogai grabbed him subconsciously, his sweaty and warm palm was like a soldering iron, "Do you know how dangerous it is to go back like this?"

Yaozai glanced across the man's hand, his dark red pupils narrowed slightly.

"Then are you going to let me be reborn again?" He paused, mixed with a hint of coquettishness, "Mr. Sen, self-healing is very painful."

"..." Mori Ogai let go of his hand like an electric shock, Yaozai smiled complacently, but was grabbed by his sleeve when he was about to leave.

"Wait, you left me here alone?"

"It's safe here."

"How are you sure?"

This simple question stumped Yaoza unexpectedly, and to be fair he couldn't tell where this spacious apartment he was in was.

It seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and it seems to have been dormant in the subconscious a long time ago.

The current situation must find an absolutely safe place.

After amnesia, he has been to very few places.

It's not a suburban villa—the old lair of Muma Tsuji.

It's not the place where Bliss Sect - Tongmo pretends to be a ghost.

Nor is it the barren forest where it is said that "Osamu Dazai's body is buried".

He was speechless and wanted to be perfunctory, his mouth just opened a crack.

"This is my home." Sen Ou said unexpectedly.

thump—

Yaoza's heart feels like it was hit by a very small meteorite rotating at high speed, and it hurts momentarily.

The man gently pinched his arms like treating a fragile work of art, looked into his eyes and paused every word:

"This is our home, since you can remember it once you've been here, please come back safely."

"..."

Yoya looked at Mori Ogai's forbearing gaze, something came up in his throat.

He closed his eyes to conceal the fleeting fragility, and when he opened them again, he was firm.

"Goodbye."

"……goodbye."

This time, without waiting for Yoya to "threat", Mori Ogai took the initiative to let go.

After a gust of wind, only the leader of Mafia was left alone.

He sat alone on the dark brown leather sofa, staring up at the ceiling in a daze.

"You actually let Yashiki Yaozai go!" Alice puffed her cheeks and hated iron and steel: "Didn't you say you want to save him from the fire?"

"Help?" Mori Ogai chuckled lightly at himself.

A man always seems to have a hero complex, even if he can't save the world, he must save the person he loves.

For this reason, he even did not hesitate to push the opponent into the fire pit with full confidence.

But... Sometimes it's hard to tell who will save whom!

Mori Ogai covered his eyes with his hands and let out a long sigh.

As he raised his arms, the blond girl's slender and curved legs left the sofa slightly.

"Come down Alice, I'm tired."

"……Oh."

Yaozai teleported back to the Bliss Cult, the deeper the corridor, the stronger the breath of Oni Wu Tsuji.

Pretending not to notice, he stood in front of the room where he had been imprisoned and pushed open the door.

pat—

A strong suction force hit his face, Yaozai fell into it uncontrollably, and was strangled by a pale hand with sharp knuckles.

"Where did you go?" Ghost Mai Tsuji asked expressionlessly.

"I... ran... ran away."

"Escape? Why do you want to escape?"

Yaozai's eyes wandered to Tong Mo who was next to Wuyan, who was wearing a fine attire, and the leader of Bliss frowned, trying his best to act worried, but it turned out to be another poor imitation in the end.

But lack of emotion is sometimes the strongest weapon, as it is now.

Yaozai couldn't guess whether Wu Mi was called by him or not, and how much they talked.

"I'm asking about your words."

Wu Mi didn't get a response for a long time, and he tightened his hands dissatisfied.

"Gada Gada—" Yaozai's neck cartilage screamed, he opened his mouth to pant, and smiled:

"I don't want... I don't want you to see... I look crazy."

"Crazy?" Wu Mi raised his eyebrows, Mei Hong's vertical pupils were full of interest.

"Didn't you just come here in a hurry after hearing what Tong Mo said about it?"

pat—

Wu Mi suddenly let go, and Ren Yaozai fell to the ground, stroking his battered neck in search of breath.

"Don't be too affectionate." The corners of his flirtatious lips were engraved with sarcasm, and the topic changed: "Tong Mo told me about your loss of control."

"...Then you still ask knowingly."

Yaozai slowly got up from the ground, and wiped the dust off his clothes.

"However...he failed to give a reasonable explanation for one thing."

While speaking, Wu Mi took out his right hand that was behind his back, hooked his index finger against something that was glowing with cold light, and made a clanging noise when he made a slight movement.

He said with a half-smile: "Tong Mo can't tell the origin of these handcuffs. You can tell me, Yaozai. Whose property are these?"

It's not the ghost dance Tsuji's misanthropy, and it's not the bliss leader's, so who else could it belong to?

"I bought it."

"usefulness."

Only the devil knows why "he" bought handcuffs and still carried them with him.

Yaoza lowered his eyes, showing embarrassment: "What else can couples use this for?"

"..."

Even Ghost Mai Tsuji, who has lived for hundreds of years, did not expect this answer. He was silent for a few seconds, and chuckled like a hummingbird fluttering past Yaozai's ears.

"Oh, so you plan to copy me, or I copy you?"

Everything that happened between him and Mori Ogai flashed before his eyes, vividly.Yaozai choked, avoided answering, raised his head with a bright red face, and stared viciously at Guiwu Tsuji Wumi.

"Can you give me back my things first?"

Yaozai squeezed out the word "my" from the gap between his teeth, and there was a kind of cute, claw-like atmosphere.

bang-

A handcuff that was thrown in the air was tightly grasped.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wuchan grinned, pulled Yaoza into his arms with strength, hugged his waist and gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't think about these things. If you dare to make a fool of myself on my show in three days, I want you to look good!"

The ambiguity flashed in the intertwined breathing of the two, and was hidden in the sudden distance.

"Only three days? But I'm not sure I can control my power, can you...can you teach me?"

The remaining red at the end of Yaozai's eyes combined with the pleading in his pupils, showing a gesture that one couldn't bear to refuse.

Not even Ghost Dance Tsuji is miserable.

"Hmph, it's useless." He snorted, without even looking at taking a fingernail-sized gray pebble from the courtyard and throwing it into Yaozai's hand.

"Practice engraving my name on this at night."

Yaozai couldn't help exclaiming: "It's so small? How could it be possible?"

"If you can't do it, you're not allowed to sleep."

After a while, after Wu Mi left, Yaozai couldn't wait to ask:

"What the hell is he doing here?"

Tong Mo rolled up the wide sleeves of the kimono, and replied calmly:

"It is said that we are here to inspect the progress of our fooling the believers, and to prepare for the show in a few days."

"Oh." Yaozai weighed the stone so light that it could be ignored in the palm of his hand, thoughtfully.

Wait until night and then pretend to be a fool to teach Onimai Tsuji the trick to control power.

Otherwise, groping alone, I don't know that it will be the year of the monkey.

He stuffed the still warm handcuffs into the inner pocket of his clothes, and Tong Mo's hesitant voice came from behind.

"When did you turn me into the same kind?"

Yoya faltered, remembering Mori Ogai's extremely possessive eyes and that sentence—

[You are not allowed to bite others, if you want to bite, bite me. ]

He couldn't help but blushed, and had no choice but to say vaguely:

"It's inconvenient to be a vampire, you'd better be a good human being, Tong Mo."

"..."