The supernatural everyday

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The night was deeper, and even the moonlight was hidden in the clouds.

In the slightly dim light of the shrine, Hono took Kaiwei’s hand and pointed at Makoto Jingu and Natori in the kiss.

The azure eyes were full of bewilderment at a loss.

For this girl whose impression of kissing is only stuck in film and television works, this scene in front of her makes her unable to react at all.

Too…… It’s so exciting!

Honogo wanted to exclaim.

However, the action of Kirisu Mafuyu hurriedly stepping forward to pull Jingu Makoto away from Natori was a wake-up.

That’s not right! Is it time for shock!

I don’t know what Miss Fire Dance said just now, it is a dance of death dedicated to the gods, a beautiful and dangerous dance, Chengjun is in danger!

But before Honogo could make any moves, she noticed that something was wrong.

Kirisu Mafuyu, who was in a hurry to step forward, also stopped.

Because the current scene is different from what they imagined.

Natori’s dance did not lead Makoto Jingu to death, and after kissing Makoto Jingu, her originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and her dark and deep eyes were full of shock and panic.

Natori grabbed Makoto Jingu by the shoulder and tried to push Makoto Jingu away from him.

And Shinomiya Makoto suddenly hugged her, unable to break free no matter how she struggled, and even turned passive into active, and the communication went deeper, so that even Honogo and they could hear the sound of blushing heartbeats.

“…… This. ”

Honogo blushed as if she was about to drip blood at this scene, and she turned her head to look at Haiwei beside her inquiringly, but Haiwei was no better at the moment.

“Faux pas!”

The rather conservative girl acted more fiercely than Honogo, and with a yell, she had covered her eyes tightly with her hands, without a single slit.

Kirisu Mafuyu also stopped awkwardly, his eyes stared questioningly at the fire dance on the side, and his sharp eyes seemed to say, ‘This is the dance of death, this is the dance of beauty, seduce Makoto to make this kind of shameless dance! ’

“Erm…”

There was a slight embarrassment on her pretty cheeks, and she didn’t know that Fire Dance returned a stunned look from Kirisu Mafuyu, indicating that she didn’t know how things could have come to this point.

After all, it is impossible for Natori to dance to Makoto Jingu.

But soon, I didn’t know that Fire Dance sensed that something was wrong.

Because the expression on Natori’s face was very wrong.

She seemed miserable…

Suffering…… Of course it’s painful…

Natori is the obsession of witches, she is essentially an undead, and she is the power to control death.

Death can be said to be her original power.

Kagura initiates a ritual, dances the dance of death, and finally injects death into each other’s bodies with a kissing situation.

This power of death was much stronger than the enchantment that shrouded the shrine, and she originally thought that Makoto Jingu had some kind of power to resist death in order to play well through the enchantment she had set.

But she was clearly wrong.

She misjudged how powerful this force was.

It was far more powerful than she thought.

Natori could sense the death she had injected into Jingu Makoto’s body, and after walking around Jingu Makoto’s body, it all rushed to the knife at his waist before it could take effect.

Which knife is actually absorbing death.

Even after swallowing the death she injected into Jingu Makoto’s body, she greedily plundered the origin of death in her body…

She felt that her current self was cocooning herself, and she wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of Shinomiya Makoto, but in the end, she didn’t expect to lose her origin.

Just when Natori felt that he was about to be sucked dry, and his body gradually became illusory and transparent, the terrifying knife seemed to finally be satisfied.

Makoto Jingu also let her go.

Natori’s delicate body fell to the ground, this was the first time she kissed, but it was incomparably painful.

“I passed the test, you should tell who the old god of the seal is!”

Jingu Makoto calmly stared at Natori in front of him, the expression on his face was only cold, and his eyes flashed with a palpitating cold light.

He had just caught the other party’s way, not confused by the other party’s dance, the power of death did not rise to the point of concept, at best, it was just plundering a person’s life force, and it was not dangerous for Jingu Makoto as long as there were cells alive.

But it still made Makoto Jingu feel frightened, because he also realized that his willpower seemed too weak, and in the face of these abilities to confuse people’s hearts, if it was about beauty, he seemed to be easily confused.

However, in this regard, Jingu Makoto did not have a good way for a while, he was not a strong-willed person in his previous life, but an ordinary person who pursued wealth and power.

In this life, he was influenced by the black goat, and it was easy to be silent in beauty… Obsessed with beauty, Makoto Jingu is not disgusted, but he doesn’t want to fall into the hero’s grave.

“You~…”

Holding the ground with his slender hands, Natori stood up weakly, his originally solid body had become a little illusory, and at this moment Honogo and the others intuitively realized that Natori was really different from them, she was really not a person.

“You are actually humane, no wonder my power is useless to you, my power belongs to humanity, it is naturally useless to you, moreover, what is the knife on your waist, it can devour death…”

Natori stood shakily, as if a gust of wind could blow her illusory body apart.

“I want to know her name too, but don’t be mistaken, I should be asking you now!”

Staring at the famous shrine, Makoto said coldly.

“Old God, this is a long story…”

“Long story short!” _

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