My youth love story can definitely be written

With a light cough, he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and said, looking at the clear sky in winter, Biqigu said,

"By the way, Yang Nai..."

The words only went to here, the perception from the spiritual sense made the words in his mouth directly stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

"What's wrong? Hachiman."

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was no movement in Biqigu, Yang Nai looked at Biqigu with some doubts.

"...Although I really want to stay with you like this, but now it seems that there is really no way."

Biqigu smiled bitterly and looked at Yangnao, and pointed his finger at the distant sky. The explosion sounded in the direction of Biqigu's finger.

The expression on Yang Nai's face suddenly became ugly, she reluctantly smiled and said.

"Let's go, if anyone suffers from this, then it will have a conscience."

"Well, yes, Yang Nai."

Biqigu is facing Yang Nai Dao like carelessly,

"New Year's Day...Ah, it is the night of Chuyu, are you going out to play? Everyone will come."

"Eh... everyone."

Yang is a quiet way,

"Then, one day before the new year, Yawata also belongs to me? It's an apologize for today."

Although I didn’t quite understand the meaning of Yang Na’s words, Biqigu didn’t have time to ask again—the fluctuations from there had become more intense, and if it didn’t pass, something too late might happen .

Reaching out to hold Yang Nao's hand, Biqigu focused his consciousness on the place where the energy fluctuated in front of him, and the two people came to the gap in the space in an instant and then appeared in the real world.

"Just talk about why it feels so unclear... I didn't expect it to be you, who returned to his original form..."

Falling on the ground, Biqigu let go of Yang Nao's hand, looking at the guy with the horns on his head in front of him with some headache-one of them was still interrupted.

"By the way, your interrupted horn really reduces points for your image."

"Wow, you, I can't help it? If you want to blame, blame Emilia."

The antelope-like feet, majestic body, red flames burning in the pupils, restored the devil's body, and appeared in the posture of the devil. It was Maou Sadao, the agent manager of McTanlaw.

"Why do you want to ask me! You don't have a sword to cut your head, so please be glad!"

A customer service brave with silver hair holding a holy sword but not wearing clothes yelled.

"Ah, you really dare to say that!"

"So what?"

Looking at the two people in front of them who did not put the enemy in front of them at all, Biqigu touched his chin.

"But speaking of it, is it a vacation for McDonald's today? It's impossible, after all, business should be pretty good today."

"...My...full attendance."

"Don't cry, you are the devil?"

"I said you! Don't despise us so much, right?"

Standing in front of the devil and the brave, the enemy who forced this old enemy into a desperate situation that had to join hands against the enemy-with a black punk explosion head and purple hair, although the eyes are purple, they always give people a kind of belt. It feels like a cosmetic contact lens, and the whole body is covered with non-mainstream labels, like a gangster.

"What, you two have been forced into a desperate situation where you have to join hands by such a gangster?"

"...I just don't have enough magic power?"

Maou's mouth hardened, he stretched out his hand to open the magic barrier,

"You see, the magic power is really not enough in this case."

"Satan..."

Even if Biqigu heard the voice full of anger and killing intent, he couldn't help feeling a little chilly. He quietly asked Maou.

"Maou...that guy."

He looked at the humanity here with a grimly face,

"What did you do to him... Look at him, you abducted his wife?"

As he said, Biqigu glanced at Emi on the side without leaving a trace.

"What are you looking at! I have nothing to do with that guy!"

The result was unexpectedly sensitive...

Seeing that this side is about to quarrel again, the black punk head over there said impatiently,

"Although watching the devil and the brave quarrel is a good way of entertainment, we are already very short on time here. Can the fragments of the'foundation', Alas Rams, and the evolving holy sword and monoplane be returned to us? We also have a very legitimate purpose here."

This bastard seems to be surprisingly reasonable and likes to use vocabulary like ours...

"Evolution of the Holy Sword does not matter."

Maou slowly said, ignoring Emi's scream, "It doesn't matter what is the evolutionary holy sword!" He stared at the two people in front of him with fiery red eyes, and made a low voice.

"But Arath will never give it to you, die that heart."

Sure enough, he came to grab someone else's daughter again...

Biqigu stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Then, Hachiman."

Yang Nai stretched his hand to the sleeve of Rabbi Kegu and asked in a low voice.

"Those guys... who are they?"

"Huh? Ah, this man named Maou Sadao here is a demon king from another world, and the woman next to him is called Yusa Emi, who is a brave man, and then the gangster over there is a guy with a look of bitterness and hatred. It’s the angel of that world. I’m here to take away the child of the demon king and the brave, Alas Rams. By the way, I’ve killed an angel who’s grabbing the child...

"Eh...that's it..."

Yang Nai nodded awkwardly, and she was a bit unable to digest the more information than Qigu's words.

"Hey, did you deliberately?"

Everyone in Ant Isula looked at Biqigu together, deep dissatisfaction appeared in their eyes.