Dating game NPC just wants to break off the marriage

Alley, corner, two men, one woman.

Kunikida hugged the cat that was finally coaxed down from the window sill, and stood outside the battlefield, his eyes cautiously wandered back and forth between the two opposing sides, with curiosity and confusion intertwined in his eyes, he didn't quite understand why the atmosphere suddenly changed. So glued.

Did he miss some plot in the middle?

What are you doing, is the huge killing intent in the air real?Or does Dazai have an old feud with that strange white-haired man?

Even the disobedient naughty cat of the client was scared out of the plane's ears by the low air pressure around it, and the hair all over his body exploded, and he tried his best to crawl into Kunikida's arms, shrinking himself into a shivering ball of fur .

Gojo Satoru stared at Fukami Ryui silently, the bright smile that had been on his face had long since disappeared, and at this moment there was no expression on his face, it was shockingly blank.

However, Fukami Ryui didn't notice Gojo Satoru's gaze, or rather, her mind was not here, but looked down at her hand in amazement.

After grabbing Osamu Dazai's windbreaker, her body instantly recovered and she could speak normally. Both the buffs of transparency and silence were invalid.

Sure enough, she guessed right, Osamu Dazai can restrain the restraints imposed on her by the game!

She couldn't help being happy, being controlled for so many years, every attempt to escape would only drive her into a deeper hell, Fukami Liuyi was gradually becoming desperate.

But now, there appeared a life-saving straw that might pull her out of the sea of ​​suffering. To be honest, she didn't jump on it directly, which was already an excellent performance of self-cultivation.

Even so, Fukami Ryuki couldn't help but get closer to Dazai Osamu, and the fingers that grabbed his clothes were even more forceful, and even turned slightly white due to excessive force, and the blue blood vessels could be vaguely seen.

——This is completely a subconscious reaction, because doing so can bring her a little sense of security.

However, this instinctive action completely ignited Wujo Satoru's rational lead.

"Liu Yi, so you know him?" Wu Tiaowu slowly raised the corner of his mouth and asked the first question.The rosy blue eyes were frozen into ice, looking at Dazai Osamu, just like he usually looks at those cursed spirits who are about to be exorcised, "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

It's an eyesore.

It shouldn't be like this.

There shouldn't be another man standing beside her, and he still put on a completely undefended appearance in such a close posture.

——Has Liu Yi ever smiled at herself like this before?It's not the kind of polite and alienated smile, but a smile from the heart, a smile that makes people's heart soften unconsciously at a glance.

No.

there has never been.

The precious things that even he has never had, at this moment Shenjian Liuyi gave them all to another man in front of him.

Gojo Satoru could feel his rationality burning, but his thinking was unprecedentedly clear. A voice urged him to rush forward to separate the two of them immediately, and another voice calmly analyzed that he should not be impulsive, he was already one step behind, and could not go any further. Left a bad impression.

Two diametrically opposite thoughts started a tug-of-war in his mind, Gojo Wu's temples twitched suddenly, he raised his hand to cover his forehead, his snow-white hair fell down, covering his beautiful blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru didn't want Fukami Ryuki to see the look in his eyes at this time, it would definitely scare her.

"I'm so curious. I've never met Liu Yichan's friends. We're bound together for the rest of our lives, but I don't know you at all." Gojo Satoru's voice was low, sounding extremely wronged.

"As the person who is supposed to be the closest to you in the world, my behavior is too remiss, and Liu Yichan must think so too, right? That's why from before to now, I have never wanted to talk to me."

The murderous aura around Gojo Satoru seemed to have never appeared before, and it was instantly suppressed. Instead, he put on a pitiful, helpless and weak disguise, like a big cat with sticky hair in the rain .

Taking retreat as an advance, he just doesn't have the chance to use the five enlightenments at ordinary times, and in terms of selling miserably, he is still the strongest.

Shenjian Liuyi listened and listened, but always felt that something was wrong.

What is a life-long bonded relationship...it sounds terrible!Also, there is nothing wrong with Gojo Satoru's brain, why is he trying to be responsible for himself?

Is this the brain circuit of the conjurer? She really can't keep up.

Eh, speaking of which, she hasn't asked the black-haired young man's name yet.Thinking of this episode, Fukami Liuyi suddenly felt a sense of guilt. She fell from the top floor just now. Maybe you think she is weird?

"Well, I don't..." Fukami Ryui was about to explain that she didn't know Dazai Osamu, and apologized to him by the way, when she heard a very light laugh in her ear.

Dazai Osamu also laughed, unlike Gojo Satoru's wanton publicity, when he was serious, he still looked quite capable of bluffing, and his temperament could also lean in the direction of your noble son.

Therefore, Fukami Ryuki, who was born in a family of conjuration and received strict etiquette training since childhood, easily developed a good impression of this handsome young man on the surface.

"I'm sorry to cause your misunderstanding, but this is the first time I've met this lady. Of course, if this beautiful lady is willing to meet me, it's my honor."

Osamu Dazai quietly snatched Fukami Ryuki's words away, and his kite eyes smiled frivolously: "However, the fate between people is always very wonderful. The weight in other people's hearts may not be comparable to that of strangers. Think about it carefully, isn't this kind of guy who can only show off his time very pitiful?"

The implication is to insinuate that Gojo Satoru is passionate about himself.

Gojo Satoru: "..." Damn it.

The two tall men put on smiling faces at the same time, but their smiles were fake, and Fukami Ryui who was sandwiched between them felt inexplicably shorter, as if he was about to be crushed so that he couldn't lift his head up.

And Kunikida, who was silently watching beside him, suddenly had the illusion that he was watching an idol drama.

It's still the kind of love triangle TV series where you love me and I don't love you, lingering and entangled.

Having said that, it turned out that these two men didn't know each other at all, so why did they get into a fight out of nowhere?Are you free? !

Although Kunikida was willing to raise his hands and feet to support when he saw someone insulting Osamu Dazai, anyway, they were still on the way to complete the commission, so they shouldn't make troubles, so Kunikida cleared his throat and prepared to break the deadlock.

But before he could speak, Gojo Satoru suddenly clicked his tongue lightly, and slightly raised his eyes to look up.

Kunikida was taken aback, subconsciously followed his gaze and raised his head, and was horrified to find a huge and ugly monster falling down from the top floor. The monster's blue skin was covered with pustules, and it was waving its deformed arm, and it was flying towards the people below. hit.

"Be careful!" Kunikida opened the notebook, unscrewed the pen, and quickly thought about what weapon should be made.

"Curse spirits really don't know how to judge the situation at all." Gojo Satoru muttered annoyedly.

Fukami Ryuki tugged at Osamu Dazai's sleeve, motioning him to move aside to avoid accidental injury, and at the same time reminded: "Wu-jun, this is the curse spirit that chased me just now. It led to the roof, but accidentally stepped on the air and fell down..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, she seemed embarrassed, after all, it was quite embarrassing to tell about the incident of slipping and falling from the building.

Gojo Satoru's eyes were fixed.

Oh, that is to say, if it wasn't for this damned curse spirit, Liu Yi wouldn't have fallen off, let alone the man in the bandage, right?

Great, the culprit has been found.

The ugly curse spirit screamed and attacked him, but Gojo Satoru still stayed where he was, his overly delicate face was full of hostility: "A little bit, can you be quiet?"

Saying this, he stretched out his hand, ignoring all the attacks, and grabbed the curse spirit's head. In his hands, the aggressive curse spirit was like a chick, unable to even flop.

"Didn't you see that we are discussing something important? How dare you run over to disturb us without authorization, and just die in such a hurry?" Wu Tiaowu smiled, but his hands violently tore to the sides, and the curse spirit immediately separated from its head and body.

The cursed blood splashed everywhere, but before it was about to splash on Gojo Satoru, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The whole process took less than five seconds, and the scene was bloody and brutal, but he was the only one who was clean.

Kunikida was dumbfounded, the tip of the fountain pen hanging on the paper.

Osamu Dazai blinked, his expression relaxed, he was used to this kind of scene, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he didn't even show any surprise, he just turned his head, and said to Kabukami Ryui:

"A person's first reaction when facing a threat often best reflects his character. If the way of dealing with it is too violent, it indicates that the person is likely to have mental health problems."

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, and met Gojo Gojo's blue eyes, which were still angry, and said the words to Fukami Ryui, but not just for her.

"When you meet such a dangerous person, my advice is, run as far as you can."

Kunikida regained his composure and couldn't help pushing his glasses.No, Dazai, a half-assed scum, where did he get his sense of superiority? Speaking of staying away, this guy should also be on the blacklist, right?

Shen Jian Liu Yi was confused: "...Yes, thank you for your suggestion?"

Osamu Dazai: "You're welcome."

Wujo Wu: "..." Very good, very good, Wujo Wu has never been so disgusted before!

As the strongest, Wujo Satoru's patience is actually not good, and he occasionally shows a very patient appearance, but it is just the need of the situation. He has endured until now, and he feels that he is almost at the limit.

If he stayed any longer, it would be difficult for him to guarantee that he would do anything.

So, Gojo Satoru teleported directly in front of Fukami Ryuki, and before everyone could react, he took her hand holding Dazai Osamu's clothes, and with a little skill, tore off her fingers.

"Liu Yichan, let's go..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Gojo Satoru's pupils shrank suddenly, and the moment Fukami Ryui let go of Dazai Osamu, the weight in his palm suddenly disappeared.

... He couldn't grasp Fukami Ryui, this girl turned into a transparent phantom under his gaze.

The six eyes started to work spontaneously, and countless complicated information flooded into her mind. Wujo Wu "seeed" that she was wrapped with layers of shackles, but that was not mantra power, but another similar energy.

This force prevents Liuyi from connecting with the outside world, and isolates her from the world, becoming an island that no one can touch.

Then, Wujo Wu saw her lips opening and closing, with a gentle and helpless expression, and made a familiar mouth shape: "... Wu Jun. '

He was clearly calling his name, but he couldn't hear any sound.

"I wanted to say it just now, can't you see the fact that this young lady is actually asking me for help?" Osamu Dazai smiled, and at a certain moment, he seemed to coincide with the former mafia cadre.

Wujo Wujo froze in place.

After saying this, Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to Fukami Ryui in a very gentlemanly manner, with his palm facing up, in a waiting posture.

He said softly: "It's okay, if it's a commission, you can keep pulling me?"

This was the request made by Fukami Ryui when she tried to grab his clothes before responding.

Seeing a hint of surprise in Ryuki's eyes, she looked down at Dazai Osamu's hand, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't resist the temptation, and slowly put her hand on it.

At the same time, the ground under Gojo Satoru's feet collapsed.

—he couldn't touch her.

But the other person was able to hold her hand without hindrance.