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At this time, Misaka Megumi could only see the problem from the appearance.

Lips are discolored, bloodshot eyes are trapped in her beautiful eyes, and even her hair is messy.

It was completely a haggard look.

Misaka shrank her neck quite embarrassedly, as if she wanted to escape, and after finding out that there was nowhere to escape, she pretended to act as if there were no problems.

She naturally knows what she looks like at this time.

So I dare not go back.

"Does it hurt?" Silent asked softly, without raising her hand, still holding it to the side of her ear, as if touching her hair lightly.

"No, neither." Misaka turned around uncomfortably.

However, a warm palm pressed directly on her head and twisted her back again.

Look directly at the dark eyes.

Silent did not speak, just looked at her so gently.

After half a ring.

"Okay, okay." Misaka couldn't stand it anymore, and looked away from herself, "Anyway, you see what I thought in my heart, it's hard to bear, but this is strange, isn't it? The purpose is to save People, why do you want to kill?"

The shock of murder, the desire to save others, and the fear of what they do.

In Misaka's heart, it was far less relaxed than she showed now.

She just didn't want to show her weakness, even though she understood that the person in front of her could see through everything she was hiding.

"There is good news for you." Silently said quietly.

"What?" Misaka asked subconsciously.

"That man, Emperor Yuangen, is not dead." Silent said.

"Really, really?" Misaka Miqin's eyes shifted all of a sudden. For a moment, there was indeed joy in his heart.

"But is this really good news?" The silence looked at her so gently.

Misaka's expression froze at once.

She reacted.

If that person didn’t die, wouldn’t that... her friends, might be in danger?

The blood on his face gradually disappeared.

Panic and fear began to show in his eyes.

Kuroko and Tears are definitely not opponents of that person!

"So, do you want you to kill him, or do you hope you didn't kill him?" Silence put the palm of her hand on top of her head with a slight force.

"I..." Misaka opened her mouth.

She wanted to say that she didn't know, but she couldn't say it.

Because at this time the inner emotions have told her the answer.

That's right.

She wanted him to die, under her own attack.

"Do you know, what do I like most about you?" Silence asked with a very light smile, but his eyes grew softer.

If at ordinary times, such straightforwardness will make Misaka blush for a while.

but now.

She just raised her head and looked at him pitifully like a helpless cat.

"Responsibility." Silence gave the answer.

"Responsibility...heart?" Misaka Misaki whispered.

"I won't tell you that that person is a bad guy, so it doesn't matter if he is killed." Silently rubbed her hair. "Because you won't escape your responsibilities with this reason, since you can't escape, then Only be able to shoulder the responsibility."

Misaka Mitsuki is indeed such a character.

The words of comfort do not make much sense.

She may need comfort, but she needs to accept it all.

"In destiny, to get what you want, you have to be prepared to lose something." The silence paused, and continued, "This is the jar, so is the power, your pain at the moment, your inner fear, regret, everything is all Protect your sister, protect the price your friends have to deal with-it’s also your inner responsibility."

Misaka Miqin couldn't help but squeeze his fist.

correct.

Whether it is the encounter of the sisters or the danger of getting friends in, it is her responsibility.

Hasn’t it been decided already, anyway, save the sisters.

By now.

She is still struggling.

After being silent for a moment, Misaka Miqin looked away and even dodged.

"Then, that, anyway, anyway... Thanks, thank you."

Obviously it is a simple thank you. For Ao Jiao Sister, it seems more tired than a fight, even with a red face.

She still did not fully accept this kind of thing.

But there is already the consciousness that one must accept.

"No need to thank you." Silent smiled and withdrew her palms. "You don't have to worry too much about how your friends will look at you if you know it. Give them more confidence. Maybe they will be more angry than you and want to kill more. Maybe."

"Well." Misaka Misaki was still a bit tweaked, but when she talked about her friends, she looked at the silence with some worry, "Is that man really not dead?"

That second person felt like a real lunatic.

If he is alive.

Her friends are definitely in danger.

"Well, it's still alive, but it's about the same as death." Silence shrugged. "Probably only about one-third of the body is left. It has been recovered by Aresta."

"One-third? Recycling?" Misaka stood up suddenly, "So, tonight's fight, was it really Alesta's ghost?"

"There are still many challenges you have to face in the future." Silent nodded slightly, but the smile converged. "Either crying and crying to ask others to save you, or trying to change everything and want to protect others. , Wanting to change your destiny by yourself has never been a simple matter."

Tonight in this battle, Misaka defeated the second and fourth joint team.

This will undoubtedly make her more concerned by Aresta.

Although this is also one of the purposes of silence, for Misaka Mitsuki, she will face a greater challenge.

However, after tonight.

She should already have this consciousness.

Misaka looked at the mysterious shopkeeper in front of her, opened her mouth, and seemed to want to say something.

But he was not able to speak.

Finally, he lowered his head, rubbed his face, then flicked his hair back to restore his usual expression.

"I'll go back, otherwise Kuroko will be super worried~www.NovelMTL.com~ Well, go." Silently said, "If you have anything, please come and ask me at any time."

"Okay, that's what that is, after-sales service." Misaka Misaki also said a playful word, and then grunted and drank the remaining milk tea. Without a lady, she wiped her mouth with her hand and opened the door of the shop directly.

Turning his head, he glanced behind the ordinary convenience store.

His eyes darkened.

She just wanted to ask if the shopkeeper would save her if she cried and asked.

But I couldn't ask.

Fear of being rejected.

"I like...responsibility?"

Misaka Miqin walked towards her school step by step, only murmured.

"It's my responsibility."