"One general's success will lead to ten thousand bones drying up." The boy smiled meanly and sarcastically, the bronze mirror in his hand reflecting the sharp cold light.
"Grandpa..."
He whispered, and the general did not rebuke him, but graciously confiscated his weapons.
"Don't look, I'm going to end their struggle."
Mori Ogai blinked as if he didn't react, and then laughed annoyingly: "It's so appropriate. I really want to thank Dazai-kun..."
Izayoiyuki silently tugged on the ribbon at the corner of her skirt: "You don't have to thank him, I will kill him sooner or later."
Women.
Like the sun and the lion, a mighty and beautiful person. A hat hung loosely over her brilliant blond hair, covering something up. The boy sat on her shoulder, protected by her with her other hand.
"Doctor, have the tasks been assigned?"
"Ms. Wang, to be honest, I am not your doctor."
The King of Propulsion refused to listen to anyone's explanation at all: "You have lost your memory."
She turned her head, changing her gentle and approachable side from the fragile thing she had just faced, revealing her cold golden eyes.
"Then you, run away. It's better to be a coward than to lose your life."
Zhongyuan Zhongya actually has a good relationship with Izayoi Yue. After all, they both hate a certain bandage-wasting device, a person who slipped through the cracks in quality education, a top troublemaker in the Port Mafia for many years, and a domestic violent person.
"I am Izayoi Yue."
He introduced himself.
Akutagawa thought this man was a bit strange. He showed strange affection towards him, and then showed double anger towards Mr. Dazai.
Purpose: Helping others