Is it really a straight girl?

You can go out if you want to go out, how can it be called a prison, and there are no jailers at all, aren't there?Everyone is a very good person, although Ms. Yachiyo is a bit extreme.

"What is imprisoned is not the body, but the mind and cognition." Bi Fang shook his head lightly: "Your thinking has been fixed, even if I want to tell you, I want you to understand all this, but you yourself have not faced the real awareness. That would be meaningless."

what is this...

Could it be that Miss Bifang in this state is also a riddler?Don't!

Time to end this charade!Yaji made up his mind to ask the riddle thoroughly from the other party's mouth.

"Can you be a little bit more clear and detailed?" Mi Ji asked curiously.

"Excuse me...does it make sense?" Miss Bifang, who had gone off her colored contact lenses, looked up at the warm light and whispered softly, "Even if I tell you this, I will read their project documents to you, the witch who draws the body, The undead of Wujian, the fungus master, the covenant, the status quo, the insect possessor of Phoenix, and you and I who are twisters together."

"I said these names, does it make sense?" The girl with long orange hair said depressedly: "You and I are both prisoners, your mind is being fixed, and you won't pay attention to what I said, just like Never heard the same."

"Oh, oh." Mi Ji tilted his head.

The other party seemed to say something, but it seemed that he didn't say anything.

All that came to her ears were words of a car wheel.

I understand everything I know, and I won’t say more about those who don’t understand. Just take a closer look and don’t ask me what’s going on. There are too many interests involved. It’s not good for you or me if you say it. As long as you know it, for the rest, I can only say that the water here is very deep and many things are involved.

Miss Bifang seemed to have said the above words just now, and Mi Ji, who was almost drunk, couldn't recall what she said just now in his chaotic brain.

"Don't pursue it, isn't everything like this exactly what you want?"

"Miss Witch of Possibility."

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150 [-]. Sleeping Beauty

What happened after that, in Mi Ji's drunken and hazy mind, it was hard to recall.

Blurred, fuzzy, crazy, growing, erratic.

If Yaki was asked to describe the feelings she saw at that time, she would say these five words, but if she insisted on telling the scene at that time, the girl could not recall it anyway.

I can only turn the hazy feeling at that time into such words.

In short, at the last moment, before Yaki lost his memory due to alcohol, he saw the red-haired Miss Mahiru tied a red ribbon around his wrist, which seemed to be the same color and material as the scattered red satin in her room.

All the chaos disappeared instantly when the red tie touched Miss Bi Fang's wrist.

Everything returned to its original appearance.

Afterwards, Miss Hefang fainted groggyly, and was carried to the sofa by Mahiru first, and gently let the orange-haired girl with a slender figure lie on the sofa and pillow on the soft cushion.

Miji didn't know what happened. As the alcohol decomposed and spread, the girl's five senses gradually left her, and at the same time, her eyes also gained a bit of weight.

She saw the red-haired Miss Mahiru walking slowly, holding another similar piece of red ribbon.

Step by step, when Miki was about to faint from drunkenness, Miss Mahiru pulled up Miki's weakened left wrist, and slowly tied the red silk around the purple-eyed girl's wrist.

"I'm sorry, Miji." She gently didn't fasten it tightly, like a knight holding a princess's slender five fingers, and gently touched the back of the girl's hand with her soft lips, afraid of impoliteness, she just touched it slightly like a superficial touch.

"Go to sleep, and everything will be the same as before." She slowly put down Mi Ji's left hand, and at the same time, Mi Ji smelled an indescribable fragrance, which penetrated into the tip of her nose, penetrated into Mi Ji's sense of smell, and at the same time, her eyelids healed Hair is heavy.

What just happened...?

She has gradually forgotten, even how much she drank, she had to tidy up the dishes, and she had to go back upstairs to rest, etc., all of which were slowly dissipated in her memory as the straps were tightly attached to her wrists with thinking.

sleepy.

The girl with purple pupils closed her eyes.

……

Where no one noticed, the tiny flesh and blood on the wound on the girl's right heart began to squirm rapidly, and it healed to a flawless appearance in just a few seconds.

Strands of black swelled under the skin of her right hand, and swayed upwards to the upper arm, as if some extremely thin thread had penetrated into the skin, and moved her position little by little, upwards, very slowly. The ribbon tied around the left wrist goes.

Mahiru let out a breath and wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

The other two in the living room have already fallen asleep.

Just now the other party had an attack again, because he was drunk, and the other party could easily subdue him without any ability.

She was just afraid that Miji would see all this.

However, Miss Miji was already drowsy when she came down, maybe when she wakes up tomorrow, she will naturally lose this memory.

But just to be on the safe side, Mahiru still used her talent to put Ms. Yaki into a deep sleep. In this way, when she woke up, Miki's memory of before going to bed would be blurred, thinking that it was just a dream.

In fact, the scene at that time was abnormally distorted, and it really seemed like a dream.

The red-haired girl turned her attention back to the reality. Ms. Miji's limp body had already fallen on the back of the chair, her breathing and heartbeat had stabilized at the same time, her head was slightly tilted, her sleeping face was harmonious, but her posture didn't look comfortable .

What a beautiful person...

Like the shining stars in the night sky, full of mysterious charm, everything about her is as vivid as the movement of celestial bodies, as if she has the favor of the absolute, and a certain rule of the world is condensed on her.

Everything about her has an incomparable attraction to Mahiru.

Mahiru quietly stared at the other party's sleeping face, exhaled a mouthful of warm breath, trying hard to sweep away the evil thoughts in his heart.

With her heart beating faster, she suppressed her emotions by biting her lips. Miss Miji fell asleep right in front of her, and no matter what she did, she would not wake up.

Outlining the slender neck, the limp body, the face leaning slightly on the side, under the yellowish light, the long eyelashes are trembling slightly, and even the outline of the ears can be imagined.

Mahiru tried to move his eyes aside while breathing gradually short, hoping that if he didn't look at it, he would soon calm down his intensified mood.

But this is just lying to myself.

After losing the picture, imagination took over, and my thoughts emerged in myriad ways.

When I was holding the opponent's right hand just now, the weak and soft touch, and the faint coolness between the five fingers, seeped into my mind from the nerves of my fingertips.

if……

The outline of the body, the folds of the dress, the face flushed with wine, the exposed arms, and the thin pink lips.

At this time, the faint body fragrance spread into Miss Mahiru's taste perception organs.

At a moment that no one knew, the black silk thread squirmed under Yaki's skin to his upper arm.

No... no.

Mahiru shook his head and took a deep breath.

If Miki found out, she would be hated, although she couldn't know, and she couldn't do it herself.

This is something she doesn't like.

Moreover, she has a mission, which is the whole meaning of her existence in this world, and everything has already been fulfilled. She is not qualified to seek an additional love, and she has no ability to desire another relationship.

want to be near...

The red-haired girl opened her hands.Trying to suppress his emotions, he touched the other person's cheek.

This slightly tilted head position must be uncomfortable. Don't hurt your neck, or you will feel uncomfortable when you wake up.

Go upstairs to your room and sleep.

She put her left hand around Mi Ji's neck, and she could feel the warmth of Mi Ji's neck through a lot of long hair.

The black thread has spread to the right shoulder, running down under the skin no one can see.

Mahiru's other hand wanted to wrap her arms around Yaki's legs, and take the Sleeping Beauty upstairs in a princess hug.

But when the five fingers of his left hand were attached to the back of the opponent's head, he couldn't think of any other movements subconsciously.

For a while, kiss the forehead, it should be fine...?

Just a light touch, like a kiss on the back of the hand.

OK?

Miss Mahiru looked at the sleeping girl in front of her with her small head supported, and fell into a struggle.

It's just the forehead. There is even a kiss etiquette in the west. If it's just the forehead, I'm afraid it's just a handshake, and it won't be surpassed.

Under the skin, the black silk thread reached its desired position within the tens of seconds when Miss Mahiru was lost in thought.

Seeps out of the body surface, slowly touching the red frenulum.

When Mahiru slowly approached the girl's forehead.

The spider-like black immediately invaded the red.

Mahiru's body also suddenly lost all consciousness at this moment.

"Found you, kid..."

A voice touched the consciousness of the 'Mushroom Master'.

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150 Seven, Kagura Mahiru

More than two years ago, a new type of pneumonia called 'coronavirus' swept the world.

Not to mention how many tragedies have been caused, until two years later, various mutant strains are still prevailing in the world, as if the world has become a breeding ground for raising viruses.

When people began to search for the source of the virus, the first organization to find it immediately classified what it learned as confidential and concealed all relevant information.

The first cases were indeed the supposed laboratory-born bioweapons.But push forward even further, when looking for the most original, the most source, the prototype of this biochemical weapon.

They discovered the 'Master'.

The so-called corona virus is just a weapon made by diluting hundreds of times the main bacteria and some human biological methods.

The 'bacteria master' is even more terrifying.

It is like a database, invading the consciousness of the infected person who is the main germ of the germ, and keeps the person's life experience, knowledge, cognition, and concepts on his own body, and stays with him until he dies. Its germs, There is no cure here.

Hundreds of years of survival have made it the chronicler of a period of human civilization.

The organization contained it.

But there are still many people in the world who are still infected with the original germ of the fungus owner, and those who are infected can be directly called a part of the fungus owner, and the weakened version of the fungus owner, the corona virus that spreads around the world, also has a subtle relationship with the fungus owner. connect.

The 'bacteria master' itself has no consciousness, but the spirit of the infected person communicates directly with the bacteria master, and instead acquires unimaginable abilities and knowledge because of the infection.