After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

Ruri Kazama was walking on a dark street, holding a cherry-red long sword.

The fine drizzle soaked his long hair, and his gorgeous costumes were soaked by the rain and stuck to his body like a silkworm chrysalis bound to a butterfly.

Most of the makeup on his face was washed away by the rain, revealing a pale, slightly thin face.

Without makeup, he looks more like a beautiful and delicate girl.

Her face was still beautiful, but it was too peaceful and peaceful, without any sharpness.

She looks like a female ghost who has just been resurrected.

Fortunately, there were not many people on the streets at this time, or rather, in a place like Yokohama, people who dared to go out at this time would not be afraid of ghosts.

Like Gotham, Yokohama has a strong local tradition—

The best way to deal with all things that are not within your cognition is to pick up the gun and empty the magazine.

If the opponent can still move, change another gun.

Abundant martial virtue is enough to solve all problems. If the problem cannot be solved, then being solved by the problem is also a good ending.

Just like the dead king.

Did he ever imagine that he would die so miserably, like the weeds on the street being trampled into mud?

Fengjian Liuli was walking in the drizzle with a gentle smile on her face. Such a good mood was really suitable for doing such a thing.

In other words, anything is suitable in this mood.

Whether it is saving people or killing people.

Whether recalling the past or imagining the future.

Not entirely correct.

A drop of rain hit his eyelashes. It was too heavy for his crow-feather-like eyelashes to hold it back. He could only let it fall and flow down like a tear.

Fengjian Liuli thought that it was still inappropriate to recall the past.

Whenever I talk about the past, memories related to Yuan Zhisheng come flooding back. The beautiful memories of the past are now covered with gray-brown dust.

It is too heavy and painful to recall.

As for what to do in the future?

Fengjian Liuli rubbed the hilt of the knife with her thumb, and a vague figure suddenly flashed through her mind.

Long silver hair and red dress.

As for what she looked like, Fengjian Liuli couldn't describe it at all.

The meeting today was too hasty. Before he could see her face clearly, his whole body and mind were tightly gripped by the death of General Wang, and he could not think of anything else.

Rarely, he felt a little curious.

What does a girl look like who can attract the heart of a terrifying devil like Dazai Osamu?

A strange emotion spread in his heart, a mixture of curiosity, envy, and a hint of indescribable pity.

I envy her for being chosen firmly by her brother.

Even with such pity, it still cannot escape the fate of loss in the end.

Is it more painful to be abandoned by the one you love and then killed with your own hands; or to be chosen by the one you love and then watch him die with your own eyes?

Fengjian Liuli herself couldn't tell the difference.

That's why he really wanted to meet that girl.

The girl who seemed to share the same suffering as herself, yet was completely the opposite.

When you meet her, you should bring a bouquet of flowers.

But it can’t be a rose, otherwise Dazai-kun might... no, he will definitely get jealous.

So, let’s go with white camellia, it suits her hair very well.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, almost completely blocking the pedestrians' vision. The street was empty, with only Fengjian Liuli left.

Suddenly, he stopped.

A black Maybach was parked right in front of him. The driver, dressed in a neat uniform, stood by the door, holding a large black umbrella in one hand and pressing the door handle with the other.

The driver had a warm smile on his face, which was out of tune with the street and the heavy rain, like a lightning bolt that split the sky in the dark night.

Fengjian Liuli gripped the knife tightly.

In the back seat of the Maybach, an old man in a black kimono turned his head. He still had a mask on his face, and a smiling noble was painted on the white mask.

A flash of blazing white lightning really pierced the sky at this moment. The lightning seemed to extend all the way to Fengjian Liuli, making his brain go blank.

King general!

He is not dead!

His body had clearly turned into a pile of dust, and the wind blew away without leaving even a trace of it.

But at this moment, he was actually sitting alive in the back seat of the Maybach, like a devil returning from hell.

Fear crawled out of Fengjian Liuli's heart like a snake, and moved through his limbs and bones. His whole body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't even move a finger.

This is General Wang, he will never admit his mistake.

There was no way Feng Jianli would mistake this person. He had wanted to kill Wang Jiang for so many years. When he saw the other party turn into dust with his own eyes, he was as ecstatic as the Greeks watching the Trojan Horse enter the city.

But this evil ghost seemed to be immortal, and he was clearly ready to move on to the future.

But the hateful Mephisto insisted on grabbing his ankles tightly and would not stop until he dragged him into hell.

Fengjian Liuli gripped the sword tightly. The long sword had no sheath, but in just a moment, he cut through the rain curtain and swung it towards the king decisively.

He leaped into the air, his sword wielding like a rainbow, with the courage to even sever fate.

“Puff—puff—”

The king will sit in the car, holding a strangely shaped bangzi in his hand. These two strange instruments made of small wooden sticks play strange music.

The white rainbow fell down.

Fengjian Liuli fell into the accumulated water. As the sound of the clappers rang out, he rolled in the water in pain, with a look of ferocity and confusion intertwined on his face.

Like a fish thrown on land, it can do nothing but twist its body in vain.

The sound of the clappers gradually stopped, and Fengjian Liuli lay motionless in the water.

He looked up at the pitch-black sky, and a drop of rain fell into his pupils, which were a mixture of light gold and blood red, igniting a burning pain.

He said nothing.

There was no cursing or calling for help, he just collapsed to the ground like a dead fish.

I want to see that girl's face...

This thought suddenly flashed through his mind just before he lost consciousness.

It's not about seeing his long-lost brother. The dead who have come back to life should not see the living again.

What's more, if they really meet, what can a resurrected ghost say to the almighty emperor?

You shouldn't think about this kind of thing; even thinking about it makes you sad.

Fengjian Liuli's pupils became dimmer and dimmer, like a white camellia about to fall.

The purple mist cut off the rain curtain, and the rain began to burn, emitting a faint purple light.

Mori Ogai walked out of the flames with an elegant smile.

"Nufufufu...what a good show..."

"Looks like we can finally clear up all ties with that brat Dazai Osamu."

He did not wait for General Wang's reply, but simply covered Fengjian Liuli on the ground with a light purple mist, and then left quietly.

Wang Jiang did not catch up. Generally speaking, when an illusionist wanted to run away, it was impossible for anyone to catch him.

In the mist, Fengjian Liuli curled up like a frightened child, her lips moving as she trembled and mumbled her name incoherently.

"Brother...brother...brother..."

"Liu Li..."

D. Spedo, who was driving the Mori Ogai, had an expression of watching a good show, although he was blackmailed by Dazai Osamu for playing two-timing, and had to agree to help him do three things.

But doing things doesn't stop him from causing trouble.

The capriciousness and steadfastness of the fog attribute were fully displayed in him. At this moment, the thought of making things difficult for Dazai Osamu came to his mind.

And out of control.