Dazai is so cute

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Rainwater dripped on the container, making a crisp sound.

The black-haired boy was carrying the man on his back, and walked on the muddy road with deep feet and shallow feet. He put the man in his residence—a container with a big hole in it, and reached out to touch the dagger on his body.

Then he suddenly met a pair of cobalt blue eyes.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The boy screamed and fell to the ground, pointing the dagger in his hand at him.

"You, you... you didn't die?!"

Zhong Yuan, whose heartbeat was extremely slow, also stretched out his hand to cover the left abdomen that should have been injured. Now it is flat and there is not even a scar, not even blood.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the frightened boy and frowned: "Where is this place?"

"This is Meteor Street..." The young man looked at the young man in front of him, whose drenched clothes were already dry as soon as he raised his hand, and silently shrank back.

A place I have never heard of.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the young man who was about to exit the door.

The boy was fixed in place by the young man in front of him.

Terrible... so terrible!What's the matter with this man! ! !

"Ah... so it's here."

A lazy voice came from behind the boy, and the smell of blood and rain rushed into his nostrils. The boy turned his head tremblingly, only to see a kite-eyed boy wearing a white shirt, almost half of which was covered in blood. He raised his eyes and glanced at Nakahara Chuya.

On the bandage on his right wrist, there seemed to be traces of blood stains.

"build…"

Before Nakahara Chuya finished speaking, the boy with kite eyes interrupted him, his eyes fell on the trembling person at his feet, and he squatted down with a smile: "Come, take the things you took from the 'warehouse' hand it over?"

The boy trembled: "I, I didn't take it..."

Before the words fell, the boy let out a scream.

With a smile on his face, Tsushima Shuji calmly took out the finger inserted into the left eye socket, squeezed the eyeball, and a round black pearl fell out from it.

"Don't you have it!" The kite-eyed boy smiled happily, humming a little song and stepped out of the container.

——then he was pulled by the hand.

The arc of Shuji Tsushima's mouth stiffened for a moment, he sighed silently in his heart, and turned around with his usual expression.

"What?"

"...You are injured." Nakahara Chuya saw at a glance that Tsushima Shuji had a serious injury on his left abdomen, and his own injury had healed.

What else can't be seen in the Central Plains?

"It has nothing to do with you, right?" Shuji Tsushima sneered, "And, let go."

Shuji Tsushima did not forcefully shake Chuya Nakahara's hand away, firstly because he was injured, secondly because he was weak in strength, and thirdly because he knew that he could not refuse Chuya.

"Anyway, bandage the wound first." Nakahara Nakaya pulled the boy back into the container with a strong attitude as if he didn't hear Shuji Tsushima's words.

The guy whose eyeballs had been gouged out had already run away, Nakahara Chu also used his ability to separate out all the small water droplets on Shuji Tsushima's body, and the boy's body suddenly became dry.

Seeing that the enemy was no match for Nakahara Chuya, Shuji Tsushima also gave up—mainly because he had no strength to resist, the wound on his left abdomen was already inflamed and festered, and his body was now in a state of low fever.

The young man frowned subconsciously when he saw Zhongyuan Zhong also saw his injury, laughed softly, and said in a mocking tone: "Aren't you afraid that I will give you another knife?"

Nakahara also unwrapped the bandage stuck to the wound, the gravity didn't even make Shuji Tsushima feel pain, the young man opened his mouth lightly.

"you will not."

Shuji Tsushima laughed out loud: "Why wouldn't I?"

"This is a different world." Zhongyuan Zhong also calmly analyzed, "Although you are very capable, your physical skills are too weak, and magic is also limited. Ring] If..."

He paused: "At least my physical skills are not weak, and I can protect you to a certain extent. I'm thinking of a way to go back then."

"...ha." Shuji Tsushima sneered inexplicably, "Why do you think I want to go back? Why do you think I..."

"—won't give you another knife?"

The luminous blade cut off a few strands of ochre-colored hair, and the subconscious body reaction made Nakahara Nakahara stay away from Shuji Tsushima.

The blade in Tsujima Shuji's hand flickered with cold light, and his dark kite eyes stared directly at Nakahara Chuya. The pain in his left abdomen was unbearable, but the boy's expression did not change at all.

Zhongyuan Zhong also's eyes flickered, and he stood there without moving.

Tick-tick-tick-

The rain gradually stopped.

Shuji Tsushima got up from the wooden plank of the unsuitable bed, and as he moved, blood flowed out from the abdominal wound again, soaking the clothes.

Neither of them opened their mouths to speak first. Shuji Tsushima walked past Nakahara Nakaya with somewhat flamboyant steps. The red-haired youth still didn't make any movement.

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Shuji Tsushima gradually moved away from the container, and put his hand over his forehead.

Very hot.

But he didn't care about that.

[Can I send Chuya back when I die? 】

[Yes, but if you die, it will be judged that the dungeon mission has failed, but you will be confiscated with an ability above SSR, and your physical ability will drop by one level. 】

Then die.

Anyway, the feeling of 'death' is not the first time.

It was unexpected for him to involve Zhong Ye.

The anesthetic is 1.5 times the normal amount, and I didn't expect Zhong Ye to be able to hold on.

With a smile on his face, he handed the black pearl back to the 'warehouse' - the material base of an organization in the [-]th district, and replaced it with a new bandage. Shuji Tsushima didn't apply medicine, and he didn't clean the wound, so he just wrapped the wound indiscriminately. Wrapped up, and then away from the 'warehouse'.

Meteor Street is a place dozens of times more chaotic than Leibo Street.Anything can be thrown here, dead bodies, garbage, children.

Shuji Tsushima looked coldly at the three people who were vying for a bag of moldy bread. The youngest one had his head pierced by a dagger, and the biggest one had his eyes stabbed and his throat cut, lying on the ground. There is more air out on the ground and less air in.

Sitting on the garbage dump and watching for a while, Shuji Tsushima played with the blade between his fingers and gestured on his neck.

It has to be fast and hard, and you have to cut to the artery and cause a profuse bleeding.

[Are you sure you want to do this? 】

The sound of the system stopped Shuji Tsushima who was sending the blade to his neck.

"That's right." Anyway, he was the only one nearby, Shuji Tsushima said indifferently.

"This knife goes down...'Adopted Shuji Tsushima' is gone."

And he doesn't owe Zhongye any more.

【I understand. 】

After the system finished speaking with unclear meaning, a human body structure diagram was displayed in front of Shuji Tsushima, with a red line crossing the neck position.

"This is?"

[Map of arterial location. ] The system explained, [rough calculation, it can be completely dead within 20 seconds. 】

"...Really." Shuji Tsushima opened the map and found that Chuya Nakahara's location was 5 minutes away from his location if he went all out.

The young man felt relieved, and fiercely slashed along the red line with the blade, blood sprayed out, directly staining the white shirt red.He fell on the garbage dump in peace, the pain in his neck and the massive loss of blood took away the heat from his whole body.

Shuji Tsushima suddenly felt the long-lost peace.

With a smile on his face, he slowly closed his eyes.

Ah... just sleep for a while.

*

Central Plains is not too far away.

As before, he protected the child from a distance in the sky, and when he found that he hadn't cleaned the wound, he frowned subconsciously.

Then when he saw the child's next action, Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his eyes.

The cobalt blue color instantly turned into brilliant gold, and the figure of the young man rushed straight at the boy lying on the garbage dump like an arrow from the string.

hurry up!Hurry up!

In less than five seconds, Zhongyuan Zhong also stretched out his hand to hold down the wound that was still spurting blood, and a golden aura emanated from his palm, and Zhongyuan Zhongye, who did not hesitate to use his divine power, controlled the aura to heal the wound with all his heart.

…Please, please!

The golden aura was transformed into threads, quickly suturing the pierced artery, and within a short while, the wound was completely sutured.

And all of this was done in just ten seconds.

Nakahara also lowered his head and put his ears on the boy's chest.

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Although it was very slow, the heart was still beating hard.

Zhongyuan Zhong also let go of his strength all at once, only to realize that his fingers were still trembling slightly.

Reaching out and gently touching the boy's cheek, the young man carefully picked up the unconscious boy with a hoarse voice.

"...Xiu Zhi."

Nakahara Nakahara, who had lost his important person twice, lowered his head and gently pressed it on the young man's forehead.

"Don't die...Xiu Zhi."

(Don't die... Dazai.)

The author has something to say:

Meng Mengzai: I can't die, thank you.

Gudas watching the live broadcast: …………

Mr. Guda: ... Wife, let go of that seat handle, it is innocent.

Gudazi: (with a bright smile) Ah, the child has grown up and needs to be taught a lesson~

Mr. Guda: ……… (Son, please be blessed)

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Gudazi: Chaos·Neutral/Chaos·Good

Mr. Guda: Neutral · Good

Meng Mengzai: Chaos · Neutral / Chaos · Good

I'm going to start spilling blood!