Manual activity manual

The filthy light thundered and rushed straight to Yokohama, bringing up a burst of embers that shook the sky.

The orange-haired toddler looked at the battle scene completely covered by dust and white mist expressionlessly, and then slowly glanced at those hidden sight lines and cameras in turn.Every time he saw one, a few rubies floated up from the pile of rubies behind him. It was like a child playing marbles, counting childishly amidst the dense bullets and gunfire.

As if the soul was deeply attracted, the eyes of the supernatural beings passed through the white mist uncontrollably and arrived at the hall.

The guide in the white robe walked down the high steps, leaned over and hugged the child who was picking gems, his silvery hair hung down and piled up into a soft and amiable cloud.

"Xingya," he said coaxing words in an intimate tone, "shall we throw out the souls of those we hate?"

"Please don't say such things that bother me, Mr. Shibusawa." Yukiya said without raising his head.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko frowned unhappily, but he quickly remembered something and became happy again.

"Then how about turning all these people into your nourishment?"

Yukiya wanted to be silent at first, but in the end he couldn't resist Shibusawa Ryuhiko's persistent eyes.He sighed maturely, and reached out to pat the ends of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's drooping hair.

"No, Shibusawa-san. If you're bored, go and rest."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko lowered his voice aggrievedly: "You are so cruel, Yuki. Even in this world, you still have to protect that bastard Fei Jia. Is it just because he is your teacher?"

"Obviously, I even gave you the skull, at least you should favor me a bit."

"Mr. Shibusawa," he said helplessly, "are you not interested? It's Yokohama outside. The embodiment of the will of the city, the aggregation of consciousness with thinking, the most amazing thing is... not only Yokohama is waking up."

"I'm only interested in the light in Yukina's eyes," Shibusawa Ryuhiko replied casually, "Just leave things like fighting to idiots."

"What are you talking about, you bitten-off idiot—"

"Tsk."

"Work for me!"

Fortunately, they also know that now is not the time for infighting.Shibusawa Ryuhiko sighed for a long time, but his eyes looked out of Ryuhiko's space.The hem of the clothes fluttered with long hair. The thicker the fog, the brighter the thunderstorm. The red dragon stretched its body to its heart's content, biting and entangled with the dark blue three-headed sea snake.

The long tail swept, almost flattening the surrounding world.

But at some point, Yokohama's jellyfish-like body had already floated outside the gate of the palace.

It didn't step in, but looked at the child and the gem gently and thoughtfully: "Xingya."

"Have you decided to admit defeat?"

"It's not me who needs to admit defeat." It stretched out a part at will, knocked a few gems into the air, and let it crash into the gem mountain, but it didn't collapse as expected, so it couldn't help getting closer curiously.

"Soul crystals," he said, "only human ones?"

"All sentient beings." Xingya gently stroked those gems. Originally, gems could only be peeled off from supernatural beings, but after he awakened, the souls of all living beings were collected in the form of gems.Shibusawa Tatsuhiko wanted to throw the "unimportant guy" out almost every moment, and of course he wouldn't agree, though.

"I like every piece of collection," he pointed his fingers, pursing his lips in distress, "Mr. If you want, it’s rare to activate Shibusawa-san’s ability..."

He opened his palm, and the souls placed on the jewel chandelier landed in his palm.

The figure transformed by the illusion held them, and couldn't help being slightly in a trance.

"Why don't you just throw it out?"

Yokohama asked with interest: "What are their names?"

"This one is crime and punishment," Shibusawa Tatsuhiko picked up one of them with a sinister smile of settling old accounts, "while he can't get out, dispose of it quickly, it's good to grind it up and use it to paint the wall, anyway there is no shortage this one."

What kind of deep hatred is this, the silent onlookers are amazed.But if they know what name this gem refers to, they will raise their hands in favor of this proposal, such as Comrade Dazai who secretly encouraged Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Gogol silently looked at the skull that was still on Fyodor's table, and Fyodor also looked at the skull. Fortunately, he found a way to make Shibusawa Tatsuhiko return to the state of the skull regularly.

Yokohama also thinks this idea is very good: "Okay, anyway, with him or without him, you will definitely lose."

"You know you can't beat mine." Xingya finally put them back and said slowly.

"It seems like you can beat me," still the soft laugh, "If you dare, if you have the courage, to directly destroy this city, maybe I will still be a little worried."

"But you dare not at all."

"You have been polluted by human cowardice, just like your own body that has been polluted and can never return."

"That title, even written in Russian—can you really completely forgive what they did to you?"

"Hey," Nakahara Chuya's voice came in coldly, revealing his 12 unhappiness, "Do you want to be crushed by gravity again?"

"The soul that was used and manipulated by human beings during life, and was forcibly imprisoned after death, and will never rest in peace, is talking about something ridiculous."

Yukiya's dark blue and unpredictable eyes suddenly looked at it, and the hand holding the gem was so hard that it turned white.

"...Go to hell!"

The scope of the hall expanded again, but Yokohama retreated lightly, easily avoiding its scope: "Oh, are you angry?"

"If what I said was a lie, why didn't you refute me, Yuki, Ya?"

Amidst the roaring thunder, his eyes were almost stained dark red.

"Yokohama..."

Not far away, in a warehouse shrouded in illusion.

With the addition of the book, Yokozaki Yukiya is the first time to use illusions so freely, but Yokohama added lines and he couldn't be happier. He stared sullenly at Yokohama who was eating snacks, and the cake in his hand didn't taste good anymore.

"...Excessive!"

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Yokohama was like a puddle of water, sipping jelly without any image.

Yokozaki Yukiya was very serious: "I'm going to make trouble if you don't care about Chuya's mood."

"Looking at Radium Bowl Street, say it again."

"That's not Chuya's fault," he muttered unwillingly, "and you obviously like Chuya very much."

"Eat you."

"Humph."

"So, you really forgave." Yokohama said suddenly.

"Ah, how should I put it, I haven't completely forgiven you." Yokosaki Yuki made a gesture, "You see, I'm helping you trap Fyodor now, which is enough to prove that I was very angry at the time..."

only……

There is a reason why the page is flying, and several languages ​​​​slide from the top, and the frame is Russian.

No matter how many times he saw Fyodor, he was deeply shocked by his determination to put himself and the world on the gambling table together.

In comparison, too—sir, is a complete coward.

A lovable coward who pays too much attention to the feelings of others.

"But you still can't treat Mr. Chuya like this," he recalled for a while, and suddenly woke up that the topic was not this, "He is a good man!"

"I don't deny that," Yokohama said cheerfully, propping her head up, "but it's fun, isn't it?"

One of them manipulates illusion, and the other rewrites reality. No matter how good the performance is, it will inevitably be a bit boring.

At this time, it is necessary to appreciate the expressions of some people to relieve boredom.

Yukiya Yokosaki was speechless: "Then you might as well project some of my memories directly, and make sure that everyone from Chief Mori to Chief Farmer will turn pale."

"Hey, it's not impossible," Yokohama really thought about it, "Why don't you just excerpt the part where you hug Fyodor and cry?"

Yukiya Yokosaki: "...I will make trouble, I will really make trouble."

Oda Cat, who was guarding the warehouse door, looked back at them: "Meow."

Don't hurt Yuki.

"Okay, okay, I know." Yokohama clapped his hands, "Isn't it just another person to persecute, no problem."

"Wait?? Who are you going to persecute???"

"Hee hee, you'll know soon."

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The author has something to say:

Yukiya, grew up, but not fully grown.

No matter how many times he has seen Fyodor, his determination to put himself and the world on the gambling table, he is deeply shocked—if Yukimi knows that Mr. Fermito is actually a bad luck bet up.It can be said that this article is to blame for everyone's miserable path, because in order to rationalize his behavior, some... non-human behavior is needed... Fyodor loves all human beings, so he sacrificed God for it.

Russian talent, eternal god.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: Tried to backstab Fyodor

Yukiya: Express your shock verbally

Shibusawa and Verlaine are special projections~ Figures have complete amnesia, Oda cats remember things before they died, only they remember Yukiya's supernatural powers, so there is a requirement for them to come out to accompany them (?