Handbook of Heroes and Heroes in Love [Comprehensive]

For people on Meteor Street, there is no such thing as a carefree thing in this world.

Whether it is before or after obtaining, there are too many accidents and malice to face.

Like water and food, as long as you swallow your stomach, there will be no difference.

If rare treasures can't be kept, they will either be destroyed or simply lost.

But what about other things that can't be swallowed, destroyed, or thrown away?

Some things, once taken away, are never there again.

Even though he had already firmly controlled it in his palm, he never thought that he would not lose it again.

Rather than enjoying the fruits of victory with peace of mind, he is better at planning how to regain it after losing it.

Anyone who stumbles after being careless for a while will not want to repeat the same mistakes.

For example, finding a necklace that can take advantage of control loopholes, such as cooperating with the beating enemy after she "permanently breaks away", or getting a "temporary key" after falling short.

He also wanted to take it easy, but...his "instinct" wouldn't allow it.

So that when he heard this word at first, Kuroro didn't understand its meaning deeply for a while, but he cared more about another point than this.

"Benefactor?" Kuroro raised his eyebrows playfully.

"Speaking of which, I don't know what you think. After the remodeling, there is such a big hidden danger of empathy." The brisk syllable slipped out of the tip of his tongue, and Osamu Dazai showed a lingering expression, "Fortunately, the people who were by her side at that time It's me, otherwise you might have to taste the feeling of falling short."

After understanding the meaning of this sentence, Bakugo Katsuki suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the scarlet eyes were fixed on him perfectly, and the magazine in his hand was distorted and deformed due to excessive force.

Out of the corner of the eye, Bai Lan caught his abnormality for a moment.

"...So it's you." A hypocritical smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and Kuroro narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just as this guy knew there was an owner behind her, he also knew that there was an existence that erased her empathy.

After all, the phrase "everyone's feelings are their own choice" left a deep impression on him - no one in their world had ever instilled this concept in her until now.

No one would believe it if he said it out. The hidden danger of empathy was not intentionally left by him. Neither he nor the enemy beater, nor Feitan and the knight, had thought of it.

The word "empathy" is more incomprehensible than the dark continent that has never set foot.Who pays special attention to what has never been experienced and cannot be understood?

Predation and seduction/seduction - that's all they can do.

"I know Yayoi's nature, how did you do it?" Kuroro showed a listening expression, "Reshape?"

"No, no, no, I wouldn't do such a cruel thing." Osamu Dazai raised his finger and shook it solemnly, "On the contrary, I pulled Yayoi out of the abyss."

He turned to look at the girl—from just now, the girl had frowned, as if she didn't agree with him mentioning this matter.

That's right, no one wants to be poked at a wound, even if it has healed.

But ah... Whose wound was it might be.

When the four eyes met, Yayoi Hanano bit her lip, "Don't continue this topic, okay?"

"Of course..." Osamu Dazai paused viciously, "No."

Under the displeasure of the girl's gaze, he curled his lips aggrievedly, "He made me very, very unhappy just now, I can't just let me be bullied like this because of the level suppression?"

"It's okay, I'm also a little curious." Kuroro added when the girl was a little shaken.

When 80.00% and [-]% agree, Yayoi Hanano has no way to resist.

So everyone can clearly feel that the girl's dissatisfaction has gradually turned into a compromise—as always, letting her feelings override herself.

Thanks to the relationship between Kuroro and Ilmi, Yayoi Hanano has rich experience in dealing with this kind of battlefield full of gunpowder.

But this time, we can't let the two sides do it like before.

She stood up abruptly, placed the chair under her in the middle of the two blacks, considered Osamu Dazai's strength, and then pushed him back uneasy. The meaning of the move, he smiled and followed her to the other end of the long table. After distanced from the spider, the one closest to him was Nakahara Chuya.

This obvious behavior of wariness caused Kuroro to glance at her with a half-smile, and then sat back on the chair, facing the guy, with the sunset behind him falling on his shoulders, and there was an inexplicable sense of beauty reborn from the ashes.

"If you like this way of communication, you can, but... it's limited to talking."

After dropping this sentence in a warning tone, she also winked at Zhong Yuanzhong, who rolled his eyes before reluctantly nodding his head.

Yayoi Hanano breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked towards the milk-blonde boy, "Xiao Sheng, let's go to the study."

Bai Lan almost laughed out loud—it's no wonder that it's his princess, who can be so confident... um...

In short, whatever she does is right.

Bakugo Katsuki sighed helplessly, and was about to stand up when he heard the mafia leader say with a smile——

"Yayoi probably never mentioned it to you, 'Da Ai'... There was a problem once."

His body froze suddenly, and he raised his eyes to look at the smiling man.

Seeing that he didn't move, the girl urged him in a low voice.

Bai Lan narrowed his eyes slightly for wanting to wait for the boy to leave.

Bakugo Katsuki glanced at her, stood up, and followed her upstairs.

Yayoi Hanano felt that her back was about to be sieved by the gazes of those people, but she didn't have time to care about this right now, and her top priority was of course to take Xiaosheng away from the battlefield.

As soon as the two of them passed the corner of the stairs and disappeared from everyone's sight, they felt the footsteps behind them stop.

She turned her head and ran into those scarlet eyes. In the dark corridor, the milk-blonde boy looked straight at her with a calm expression.

He didn't say anything, but Yayoi Hanano knew what he was thinking, she pursed her lips in embarrassment, and silently mouthed, "It's no use hiding here, they know we're eavesdropping here."

The milk-blonde boy raised his eyebrows, as if to say - so what?I am eavesdropping openly.

After a while, Yayoi Hanano nodded helplessly, but motioned silently for him to go a little further inside and let her stand near the stairs.

She was cautious as if she was guarding against a bomb that was counting down the seconds, and even with Bakugo Katsuki involuntarily became nervous.

He looked down at the girl and asked silently, "What's wrong?"

Yayoi Hanano pursed her lips with a complicated expression, "I'm afraid you will be affected... Dazai is serious, even if you want to fight back, you don't need to mention that matter, obviously he was also caught by me at that time..."

A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, she raised her hand and rubbed her temples, she didn't know if she was trying to relieve the dizziness in her cranial cavity, or she was just feeling a headache because of the situation.

In my ear, I remembered Odasaku's gnashing of teeth and sighs mixed with pity—【...he really deserves it. 】

Others will never be able to truly understand the person's thoughts, so even if Oda Saku is really doing her best, if she is given another chance, she will not hesitate to walk in the direction indicated by Dazai.

After the two changed positions, Bakugo Katsuki turned around slightly, put his hands in his pockets, leaned his back against the wall, and held his breath to catch the sound downstairs.

***

Had... problems?

Kuroro chewed his words slowly, and after a while, his pupils shrank slightly, as if thinking of something absolutely impossible to happen, or being told that there were cracks in the originally thought unbreakable barrier.

Osamu Dazai was very satisfied with his expression at this time, with his elbows resting on the table, his palms holding his cheeks, his fingertips hidden between the black hair.

"The remodeling in exchange for the lives of your companions has left such a big loophole. If it wasn't for me to help you finish it later, so what if you are [-]%? You haven't been thrown into the trash can." Se's eyes are astonishingly bright, as if the stars are flowing all over the sky, "Even if she is reshaped countless times, the original '[-]%' is irreplaceable, after all, it is the only emotion without purpose."

He deliberately prolonged the syllables, and firmly controlled the rhythm of the conversation, until the spider's eyes became colder and colder, and then he said slowly——

"I've seen it with my own eyes. After being overwhelmed by guilt, only the 'exploded' her remains."

As if being smashed into the cranial cavity by a huge boulder, Bakugo Katsumi suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the girl with normal expression.

But the latter clearly noticed his gaze, but turned his head away in the dimness as if avoiding it, making it impossible for people to explore her expression.

It was as if someone had discovered that she had made a choice, but in the end she still walked into the swamp unswervingly.

So far, can no longer escape.

Kuroro stared at him for a moment, shattered ice appeared in his dark eyes, and his voice seemed to be chewed and pushed out from the tip of his tongue, "There is only...'Blast'."

Miyamoto's death shattered her concept, and he used his ability to breed her greed.

Regardless of whether it was the past or the future, among all the accidents he expected, this was the only one that was not included.

"You should know what this means, right?" Like a mischievous student in the classroom, Osamu Dazai tilted the stool up and down, and the sound of hitting the ground turned into interesting music in his ears.

The setting sun penetrating from behind cast his shadow on the wooden table.

With his arms wrapped around his chest, and his fingertips tapping his elbows lightly, Kuroro lowered his eyes expressionlessly, his gaze resting on the edge of the shadow.

of course.

No one knows her abilities better than him.

Miyamoto's death was just the beginning, and everything after that was guided, excavated, and cultivated by him.

After spending so much time and effort, at the end...is it possible to return to the starting point?

There is nothing more ridiculous than this - the most disgusting "ridiculous".

From the moment he heard the word "guilt", Zhongyuan Zhongye's eardrums buzzed, and his subconscious mind occupied his brain one step faster than rational thinking, constantly reminding him of a certain vital information.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared blankly at the man in front of him, and heard his hypocritical complaints in his ears.

"I picked you out of the trash can, it's fine if you don't say thank you, but you attack me again and again, it's really..."

Osamu Dazai suddenly lowered his voice, and said word by word, "It's too much."

"Why do you think Yayoi took him away? Of course, he was afraid that you would kill him." Malice spread slowly along the corners of Wei Yang's mouth, Osamu Dazai turned his head and looked at the corner of the stairs, smiling happily, " You want her to be wary of me? Obviously you are the person she least trusts."

The author has something to say: Hei Nizai actually hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damaged eight hundred hahahahaha

It's the kind of situation where I'm not feeling well and I want to drag you to die together.

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