This thing about me becoming a girl

Until Li Yuanmu Wanhua slipped his hand holding his chin and lay down on the bar counter.

Nakaju Xing seemed to have expected this to happen a long time ago, and quickly dealt with it.

She unpacked the dry towel bag she had just taken from the car, then unscrewed the mineral water and poured it on it, gently lifted Li Log Wanhua, began to wipe her face, and continued talking.

"Boss, do you have any honey?"

"there is."

"Please brew honey with a glass of warm water, thank you."

Bei Daoya looked at Uriharaki Wanhua, and Uriharagi Wanhua was gently rubbing his face by Nakaju Anko, but there was no response, his squinted eyes seemed to be looking at Bei Daoya too.

The bright red color and lazy smile make her look even more charming.

Bei Daoya couldn't tell whether she was pretending or real, but she felt that she was pretending to account for more than half of it.

Not to mention whether the character of Wanhua Riyuanmu will make her get drunk easily, after all, Bei Daoya can tell that she is the kind of character who likes to firmly control the development of things in the palm of her hand, so she doesn't like getting drunk The state of being unable to think.

If she really can't drink, then she should also be very clear about where her bottom line is. After all, her previous status meant that every ambiguity of consciousness may cause some irreparable losses, so the formation of habits will not let her drink. Touching alcohol easily, and now there is actually no reason for her to get drunk.

Bei Daoya thinks that she is very likely to be pretending. Although she doesn't think Urihara Mu Wanhua is like this kind of vulgar person, and she doesn't understand why she has to do such a trick that anyone with a discerning eye can see through, but only This can be explained.

Eliminate the impossible, and what remains is...

"vomit.."

Li Yuanmu bent over, as if a little uncomfortable, and she was really uncomfortable. In fact, this was probably the time when she broke the record and reached the peak of drinking.

She tried her best to maintain her will and sobriety, but in fact, when she felt that she had to work hard to maintain these, she was a little confused.

Urihara Mu Wanhua hates alcohol, any kind of alcohol, but to be honest, the reason she hates it is not because of her own aversion, but because she can't drink it.

In fact, she didn't have any particular reason to drink this glass of draft beer, she just wanted to try it. She couldn't try it for various reasons before, but now she has the opportunity and naturally has no reason to avoid it.

She has never given up the idea of ​​conquering her own weakness, which can be seen from the fact that she used to taste a small glass of red wine every time before going to bed, trying to adapt slowly and then overcome it.

Li Yuanmu bent over and vomited, feeling uncomfortable, but also seemed to be much more comfortable than before. Zhongju Xing patted her on the back gently, while Quanyang Quankai was still drinking wine with his head covered, knowing that he should not watch less See the truth.

The North Island Crow was very silent.

Because Urihara Mu Wanhua was facing her before, so when he was feeling disgusted, he subconsciously bent over to this side.

At that moment, a small amount of liquid fell on the bow of the bandage on the North Island Crow's wrist.

She looked at the unknown liquid on the delicate bowknot, her eyes were dark and deep, and she grabbed the handle of the draft beer mug.

Seeing this, Quan Yang Quan Kai, who was looking at this side quietly, couldn't sit still.

"Miss Bei Dao calm down!"

Regarding this, Bei Dao Ya only took a sip of the draft beer and said calmly.

"Don't worry, I won't care about drunk people."

After vomiting, Li Yuanmu Wanhua seemed to feel much more comfortable, and his body shifted accordingly, lying softly on Bei Dao Ya's lap.

Bei Daoya was wearing a large gray sportswear, but the uniform skirt was not changed, so he could feel the hot breath coming from his skin.

Li Yuanmu Wanhua's figure was very lazy, as if he was looking for a place to rest, the natural alluring aroma and the floating feeling of alcohol on his body made people feel a little dizzy, as if he was trapped in it.

The North Island Crow did not speak.

Urihara Mu Wanhua still didn't have any feelings for Bei Dao Ya, and she couldn't have any feelings for anyone, but for some reason, the natural lazy face that seemed to be unbreakable by anyone or anything was a little faint at this moment. confused.

"Why are you... so special."

She whispered this in a whisper that no one could hear, and because her face was buried on Bei Dao Crow's leg, no one could see her.

Not long after, Urihara Mu Wanhua was picked up by Zhongju Xing and prepared to leave.

Watching the backs of them getting into the car, Bei Dao Ya stopped for a long time before leaving.

She still decided not to implement the shelved plan for the time being.

There is no particular reason, but Bei Daoya doesn't think Urihara Mu Wanhua will not leave any behind.

She is no ordinary woman.

And now is not an opportunity to tear her face, not to mention that she helped herself no matter what.

Thinking of this, Bei Dao Ya sighed slightly.

It's just...she felt that sooner or later there would be a day when only one of them could survive.

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In Komachi Street, a few youths of the extreme way were walking in the alley, holding wine bottles and walking in the alley, laughing and talking nonsense.

"By the way, have you heard of the murderer on Komachi Street recently? It is said that that guy is quite active, and even a few members of the now dominant mountain ghost group have fallen into his hands."

The Noyoko Group has been destroyed, and it was done by Satoharagi Wanhua before he was dismissed. As the remaining Sangui Group, it is naturally the biggest winner. On the bright side of Tokyo Yakuza, it has completed the unification.

Another young man who was clearly drunk blushed and said.

"Ah!? What kind of murderer? I think it's a mouse that hides its head and shows its tail. If it dares to appear in front of me, it will let him know what real fear is!"

"Hahahaha." The roar of laughter spread like this.

At this time, a figure in a windbreaker appeared in front of the alley. The hat was pulled down very low, covering half of his face. Judging from the exposed chin, it should be a man.

The young man looked at him and said with a shaky figure.

"Get out of the way, bastard!"

The figure was silent for a moment and then said.

"Yo, good evening."

In the dark alley in the middle of the night, he slowly grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and then slowly pulled out a samurai sword from his waist covered by the windbreaker.

In the dark alley in the middle of the night, the samurai sword shone with a palpitating cold light and ferocious malice.

"When the sun sets, it is fate to meet me."

213. The gears of fate begin to turn

In the villa, every place where the light source can shine is still closed by the curtains, and the room is a little dark.

Truth Aoi sat curled up against the corner with her knees hugged.

Her condition is much better than it was two months ago. She has the perception of the outside world and the ability to take care of herself, but she is still unwilling to go out, and rarely does activities in the house. It's like thinking about something, and it's like being stuck in an endless loop and can't get out.

Although it was approaching the end of summer, the room was still very stuffy without the air conditioner and the curtains were closed. At this time, the static movement was broken and the door was opened.

Sawamura Isuzu entered the gate, glanced at the first floor where there was no one but the curtains were closed, and then walked up the stairs towards the second floor.

After walking up to the second floor, I saw the scruffy girl curled up in the corner at the end of the corridor.

She stepped forward and knelt down.

"Someone wants to see you and has visited many times. Are you really unwilling to see him once?"

Sawamura Mari Aoi did not reply, as if caught in a thinking cycle formed in her own mind.

Sawamura Isuzu said again: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your consent."

Hearing that she was still silent, Sawamura Isuzu immediately got up and went back to the front of the villa.

In front of the villa stood a tall, heroic girl with a long ponytail.

"Go in, but how much she can listen to in her current state is only up to you."

Liquan Festival bowed respectfully: "It's really troublesome."

Regarding this, Sawamura Isuzu just turned his head and looked at the dying potted flowers in the villa yard that had not been cared for for a long time.

"No, it's better to say that I'm bothering you. It would be great if you could let Zhen Aoi go out."

Hearing that Liquan Ji just nodded and said: "I will try my best."

After speaking, Sawamura Isuzu also vacated his seat: "She is on the second floor, go in, I won't bother you."

"Hi." Liquanji nodded, and then walked into the villa. After entering the second floor, he saw the girl curled up at the end of the corridor.

She couldn't believe it, so she didn't step forward immediately.

Even though she had already been prepared in her heart, she still didn't know what to say to face the shock.

Compared with the integrity and indifference that seemed to satisfy all people's fantasies about Gao Jie two months ago, Mari Aoi Sawamura at this time is like a sloppy girl, exuding a decadent atmosphere, as if she has lost the shining light , suddenly became ordinary.

This kind of contrast made Liquanji unable to adapt, and even didn't recognize her as the pure white knight princess at the first time.

Because the shining light possessed by the knight girl, the qualities that make people yearn for subconsciously and want to get closer, all disappeared in her body.

She knew about Shang Shan's death, but she only knew that Shang Shan was dead. As for why she died, she didn't know at all.

After all, only the Yusanjia can know about the affairs of the Yusanjia, and Liquanji is just a girl from a relatively wealthy family.

She knew that the death of her father might have dealt a great blow to Sawamura Mari Aoi, so no matter how she visited, she was unwilling to meet her.

But I didn't expect that the blow would be so big that it would make her lose her light.

She was subconsciously at a loss. She didn't expect this scene, and she walked in front of her after a while, and knelt down.

She looked at the person in front of her. Her hair, which had not been taken care of for a long time, was a little condensed and fell down on her forehead, blocking those penetrating eyes. Her chin also looked much thinner, and her body exuded a faint musty smell.

She didn't know if other than the death of her father, Mariko Sawamura had encountered other things, but in short, it must be a very uncomfortable thing, which was enough to cause a very heavy blow to her.

Although Sawamura Mariko is younger than her, Tatsuizumi, who is the head of Jichun Kendo, actually yearns for her, yearns for the demeanor she concentrates on when she swings the sword, and yearns for her that remains unchanged in the world Pure white and indifferent.

Her perfection satisfies all Liquanji's fantasies about the noble swordsman. Although she never said it, she has been working hard towards her appearance.

But now, this swordsman is like a star that has fallen from the sky and lost its dazzling brilliance, leaving only the scorched and dead surface that once burned.

Liquan Festival is here to persuade Sawamura Mari Aoi to continue to participate in the Yulong Banner, because she will graduate next semester, and she once promised her previous minister that she will definitely lead Zhichun to capture the flag again this time, and regardless of strength, even if it is The existence of Truth Aoi is like a banner, which can make the companions full of confidence.

Although he is the Minister of Kendo, Tatsuizumi believes that his strength and banner are no match for Sawamura Mari Aoi.

But now, looking at the appearance of Mari Aoi Sawamura, Tatsuizumi doesn't know what kind of feeling he feels in his heart, but subconsciously wants to repair this once perfect, looking at the beautiful and broken appearance, it is still quite uncomfortable after all. matter.

But I had prepared words of persuasion before, but I didn't know how to say them.

At this moment, she also understood why Sawamura Isuzu said that she was troubling herself.

She sighed softly, reorganized her words and spoke softly.