I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

It seems that I can't relax.

Yang Nai vaguely felt a crisis, if she continued to play like before, sooner or later she would regret it.

...

At the Higiya family, it was the night, and Komachi dried her hair in the room, lying on the bed in her pajamas and playing with her mobile phone.

"So sleepy today..."

She yawned, jumped off the bed, picked up the water glass, and walked to the hall to collect water.

At this time, Higiya Hachiman was lying on the sofa and playing games on the TV.

"Lovely Komachi is going to bed."

"Oh, good night." Yahata pressed his fingers on NS, and said subconsciously, but soon he felt something was wrong, and sat up from the sofa with shocked expression and looked at Komachi.

"You...what is your look in your eyes?"

"and many more……"

Yahata got off the sofa, walked to Komachi and touched her forehead, muttering:

"Weird, I'm not sick..."

"I'm not sick, dumb brother, today's Komachi score is 0!"

"Ahem, just kidding." Hachiman sneered, but soon asked seriously, "Why go to bed so early today?"

"I don't know, I just feel tired, like studying from eight in the morning to ten in the evening."

"Also, going to bed earlier is good for your health. If you are tired, you should rest earlier."

"Um... Then Komachi will rest first."

"Good night."

"Brother fool, rest early, too."

"Okay, definitely next time."

Turning off the light in the room, Komachi lay on the bed, and a heavy feeling immediately followed, and she fell asleep instantly.

The surrounding environment was completely dark, and his body was as heavy as it was filled with lead and it was too heavy to move.

I don’t know how long it took, Komachi came to a dream...

Chapter 7 Executioners and Peepers

Blue sky and white sun, scorching sun, overgrown weeds and dense forests.

This is the end of a barren peak. The mountain road is winding and winding, and the grass and wild flowers bloom here. The flowers and plants grow so vigorously, as if someone had carefully taken care of it.

Coquettish and beautiful.

"This...what is this place?"

Like previous dreams, Komachi would never have such a clear consciousness.

This is where I have been from the future.

Komachi is very sure.

The surrounding area was desolate, and there was only one mountain path that seemed to be often approached by people, and the surrounding bushes were split and arranged aside.

While Komachi was in a daze, some male urging sounds and heavy insults in dialect seemed to be heard in the distance.

For a while, her mood became tense, so that before she had time to find a place to hide, a group of men in gray kimonos pressed a dozen prisoners-like men and women with their hands tied up.

This...what is this going to do? Can't they see me?

Standing in the same place, Komachi realized that these people did what they normally did without seeing her.

"Prepare to be executed!"

A man wearing a hakama with a pattern of feathers and a head combed Tsukidai came forward steadily and shouted loudly.

The man pressing the group of prisoners directly overwhelmed the prisoner in his hands to the ground.

In neon ancient times, generally only warriors of the samurai class would comb such hairstyles for the convenience of fighting.

The man wearing a hakama nodded and pulled out the saber from his waist in an instant.

Cang!

The sound of the scabbard rubbing against the blade body was shocking, exploding in everyone's hearts like a bomb.

The katana shone with silver light in the sunlight, reflecting the shining light on it.

Komachi Xin, who was standing next to a few people, grabbed it in an instant.

They... are they going to behead their heads?

When this idea surfaced, Komachi felt terrified.

The man with the katana walked to the shivering woman at the very end, almost without hesitation, the knife in his hand cut off the head of the woman in front of him quickly, blood spurted out suddenly, and dyed the front. Green grass.

There was a surge in his stomach, Komachi retched a few times, but the execution did not come to an end, instead he was just warming up.

The knife fell with his hand, and the heads rolled to the ground, while the executioner fell to the ground weakly.

When it came to the last person, it was a man in his 40s. Although he was pressed on the ground with his hands by the people around him, his temperament could not be concealed.

This is at least a person with a head and a face.

"My lord." The executioner stood beside the middle-aged man, his voice trembling.

"Um."

The middle-aged man was expressionless, looked at the executioner standing beside him, took the ribs handed by a guard, and held his chest high.

As he took over the gap, the surrounding soldiers also stepped back with their heads down.

"The winner is king, and the loser is the bandit. Everything is reasonable." He nodded to the executioner, "Yamada, I hope you can be a bit cleaner."

"My lord, I'm sorry."

"There is no need to apologize. This is your family's mission. I just hope that when you are old, you can remember how many people you have killed."