I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

The fear floating in the air in this world is so clear and alluring in her eyes.

It would be a delicacy to cut off Sakura's flesh and blood, and then be stained with the fear of those people.

Slowly brush the tip of the tongue over the cherry lips, and apply a touch of bright color to the reddish cherry lips.

Maqima, she saw that the blade that glowed coldly under the light was held by its owner at this moment.

"what are you going to do?"

Subconsciously questioning, the demon didn't notice the fleeting emotions in that beating heart at that time.

"Cooking."

The innocent smile brings warmth to others' hearts, but Maqima is a devil, she only feels the cold.

seriously?

The innocent smile is still there, her master is looking at her, and the blade that reflects her and herself looks abnormally sharp.

Even if it is used to cut the so-called life, it will be very easy, right?

The anticipation is emerging, the cold is gone.

A smile appeared on the demon in human skin.

And the monster in human skin quietly looked at the kitchen knife in his hand and the ingredients in his hand.

She seems to be thinking about where to cut the knife to better ensure the so-called texture.

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In the early morning of the second day, Kiryu Lanhua slowly opened his eyes.

Familiar things could not be seen on the familiar ceiling, she stared blankly, feeling like she had forgotten something.

Gradually waking up, the moving body brought intense pain, especially the neck, which seemed to be broken.

"Did you have a stiff neck?"

Kiryu Lanhua covered his neck and took a deep breath.

It hurts, it really hurts!

Why does it hurt so much!

She wanted to lie down, but the same sore body would burst into more intense pain with just a slight movement.

Almost jumped up because of the pain.

But she suddenly found that the pain was weakening, as if following her movements?

In the end what happened?

The girl was still clutching her neck, and fine sweat kept coming out and streaming down because of the intense pain, and it soaked the pajamas on her body in a short while.

By the way, why am I wearing this pajamas?

The pajamas on her body were indeed her own, but they were already the size of last year, and it was a bit uncomfortable for her who had developed her body again this year.

Was it too tired last night?

?

I want to think back, but it feels like myself after a hangover, and I can't remember anything.

Let's take a shower first...

The pain was weakening, although it was still very painful, but the feeling of the clothes sticking to the skin due to sweat was more uncomfortable than the pain for her.

She always has the feeling that if she doesn't wash her body well, her clothes will stick to her skin.

What the hell happened last night.

The hand covering his neck was gradually lowered, and Kiryu Lanhua endured the pain that had not yet dissipated and took off his clothes.

There was a reddish aftertaste on the fair body, and the ugly blue and purple colors were gradually fading away on the fair back, but Kiryu Lanhua didn't notice this.

The pain was interfering with her will, making her feel in a daze.

It might be better to let herself lie down now, but she still walked out towards the small bathroom.

The clean mirror reflected Kiryu Lanhua at this moment.

The distorted neck, ferocious face, and irregular body are like strange things that have been artificially stitched together.

But Tongyu Lanhua didn't see it, she walked into the bathroom in a daze, turned on the shower, and the cold water suddenly touched from the shower and fell on Tongyu Lanhua's body.

She didn't feel the coldness at all, but felt that the pain all over her body was gradually dissipated under the washing of the water, and the feeling of pain being relieved fascinated her.

Turning the handle, she adjusted the temperature to the lowest, and even colder water flowed out from the shower, watering Kiryu Lanhua's body.

A faint mist slowly floated up, blurring the clean mirror.

Consciousness is gradually waking up, and the water gushing from the shower has stopped at some point.

Are you asleep?

She moved her stiff body without feeling anything wrong.

Until her moving body still dripping water came to the clean mirror again, and saw another self...

69, the witch of different colors, another me

In the cave, outside the villa.

Maqili was sitting on the chair woven by the dominated vines, her slender right leg crossed her left leg, and she was holding a sleeping little loli, Perno, in her arms.

She knew that Purno was already an adult, but she just looked like a child, the so-called legal loli.

But there is no way, who made her look like a loli.

Because the devil as the master can even be said to be the second heart of the master, so she naturally has the taste of being the master Sakura.

Perno likes that taste, so it became like this.

A vine protruded from a chair made of vines, and brought her pastries from a side table.

Dominion does not only work on so-called living things, dead things are also feasible.

After all, in the social structure of human beings, all dead things belong to the existence that can be used, used, and dominated at will.

But doing so requires a little skill.

"Miss Marchma, this is the special tune you want."

The fresh air is filled with a smell, which is unattainable sweetness for Macchima.

A teacup with golden patterns, the pure white wall is dyed bright red.

And that's where the sweetness to Machima comes from.

"I'm sorry, Chi."

The one who came today was not Belfast, whom Sakura deeply loved.

As Sakura's demon, the so-called second heart, it is normal to know some thoughts of the master.

Wisdom, or shallow wisdom.

A living being summoned by Sakura from a card.

Very poignant with the heterochromatic pupils of the XP system and the lowly figure, but the heart is unexpectedly conservative, but that is only an external protection.

This child's awareness of desire is no less than that of the little guy sleeping in her arms at the moment.

Taking the tea cup in Tomo Asama's hand, he gently stirred the bright red "black tea" in the cup with his fingers.

This is a special recipe that only she can enjoy, a "cooking" made by Sakura herself.

"Miss Marchma, use a spoon!"

The cute girl handed over the silver spoon in a panic, and the body of Xia Zuo, who was tightly wrapped in clothes, swayed accordingly.

It's a bit dazzling.....

Mazima narrowed her eyes slightly, but still took the spoon from the little guy.

Sakura likes this child, so she can't say anything.

But it's really interesting, Sakura's so-called liking is love in people's mouth.

It's just that Sakura's love is unbearable for ordinary people.

Because you will never understand what the love in Sakura's heart is.

Promises made, betrayals in the blink of an eye.

Anything is possible.

All it takes is enough pressure.

Sipping the sweet black tea, her pink cherry lips were also stained with that blush.

The bright red tongue licked lightly, and the redness disappeared without a trace.

Asama Tomo stood there, a little at a loss.

Although it is said that Sakura has given her the freedom to choose the life she wants at will, but her choice is only to be by Sakura's side.

Sakura agreed to her choice, but there was no follow-up.

Now

Sakura has something to do, even if she wants to be by Sakura's side, she still needs a good time.

Sister Belfast and Sister Lungominiad have gone to help Sakura with the matter, and the only ones who can talk in the entire cave are Miss Machima and Purno who is now asleep.

She was less able to speak when confronted by Miss Marchma.

That cup of black tea is just black tea with the name of black tea added.

She knew what the truth was, she had seen it all.

The cut flesh, the gushing blood.

Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.

She didn't even know how the self just now came here from the villa with the black tea, and then gave the black tea to Miss Machima.

Obviously very simple, but it is hard to remember.

"Aren't you going to sit down?"

Machima glanced at Tomo Asama who was standing there stupidly. Although she said she didn't like this silly girl with a low figure very much, she was Sakura's demon after all, and her personal subjectivity could hardly conceal her as Sakura's first love. Two hearts are affected.

She is Makima, but she is not Makima.

Now her body is just born according to the fantasy of Sakura as her master, even the name Machima.

The most undoubted thing about her is the fact that she is a devil.

The vines sprang up again, weaving a chair again beside Makma.

She directly gave her choice, whether to sit or not to sit depends on Tomo Asama's own choice.

She sat down, even though she looked very stiff.

But the corners of Machima's mouth raised slightly, because of Satoshi Asama's choice, and also because the seeds planted by Sakura began to take root and sprout.

Kiryu Lanhua, let me see how far you can go.

.....................................

this is me?

Yes, this is you.

true you.

There is also a voice in my head, which is exactly the same as my own, the only difference is that that voice is always full of fun.

Tongyu Lanhua tightly covered his mouth, the pain in his body was overwhelmed by the great shock at this moment.

that's me? !

It's you!