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

Who died?

Gojo Satoru was confused for a moment, his brain working hard, trying to understand what Geto Suguru said.

What is Jay talking about?

Who died?

What does dead mean?

He subconsciously shifted his gaze back to Wangyue Liuli's body. Her neck was very beautiful, as slender and graceful as a swan. He always liked to rub her neck and silently act coquettishly towards her.

At this moment, there was a terrible wound there, like a crack in the earth, with magma gushing out from it and gathering into a huge lake.

Gojo Satoru slowly stretched out his hand and touched Mochizuki Ruri's neck with his fingertips. He let go immediately, but the bright red color still transferred to his fingertips.

Cold, sticky...

The bright red stung Gojo Satoru's eyes, bringing a brief moment of clarity to his brain.

He was finally able to connect the words Mochizuki Ruri and death.

Wangyue Liuli...is dead...

So suddenly, so unexpectedly, right in front of him, she died...

All the places we agreed to go together, we can no longer go; all the food we agreed to eat together, we can no longer eat...

All the promised happy future is gone.

He no longer had the reward for a successful proposal, nor did he have the consolation for a failed proposal.

Because the bride died.

They didn't even say goodbye.

The lighthouse in the distance suddenly lit up, and the light and shadow from somewhere flickered, reflecting on Wangyue Liuli's blood-stained face.

They swayed strangely, baring their fangs and claws along with the blood, and crawled into the boy's eyes, almost burning his blue pupils out.

The next second, they were washed out by the waves.

tick, tick...

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that something warm was dripping down his eye sockets.

what is that?

Is it blood?

But blood should be red.

Gorgeous, fiery, ugly, cold red...

Cover the red color of the moon-watching glass

Gojo Satoru had never felt so disgusted, he even hated the color red.

He suddenly grumbled in a childish tone, "Liuli-chan, the roses I bought are falling apart."

No one responded to him.

"How about I buy you another bouquet of 999 roses and then propose to you."

"You can agree to me, or you can refuse. It's all up to you..."

"Anything is fine..."

"As long as you wake up, anything is possible..."

There was dead silence all around.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and knelt on the spot with his head down. The thick smell of blood mixed with dust, and the hysterical voice rang in his ears again.

[Give it back to me——]

【Put the Moon-Watching Glass...】

【give me back! 】

"I want to kill everyone..."

His vocal cords trembled, and no emotion could be seen on his face. He looked like a confused child, like a god who had forgotten compassion.

"I want to kill everyone..."

In the summer evening, the fishy tide surged up again, and the pink waves brought a stinging pain that went deep into the bone marrow.

Gojo Satoru felt as if his blood and thoughts were frozen, and an unbearable feeling of suffocation completely overwhelmed him.

All the summers of his life receded with the tide.

……

The sad and gray sunset finally faded away, leaving only blood quietly flowing on the beach, swept away and pushed back by the waves.

On a lonely summer night, Yuan Zhinu sat slumped on the sand a few steps away. He suddenly became silent, as if his crying just now had consumed all his strength.

He just cried unconsciously and silently.

My whole face is covered with crystal tears

Her face, her hair, her white dress, her voice, the way the corners of her mouth turned up when she spoke...

Countless images jumped into his mind, like the light of the world shining through the gaps in the gauze. He was completely powerless to resist and drowned him mercilessly.

He was the first one to react.

The moment the gunshot rang out, he immediately ran towards Liuli, so fast that he couldn't believe it, so fast that he could almost catch up with the jumping time and passing life.

But no matter how fast you run, you can't stop your destiny.

Three steps away, Genji fell to the ground and rolled forward.

At that moment, the sniper bullet grazed the girl's neck, causing a terrible wound in an instant, almost tearing her neck completely apart.

Blood splattered on Yuan Zhinu's face, covering the entire face with bright red and a fishy and sweet smell everywhere.

He knelt down in a daze, his eyes unfocused, and sticky blood dripped from his forehead, cheeks, and hair.

So much blood...

Miss Liuli's blood...

Genjiro's eyes were silent. He heard Tennōriko's screams, his own screams of fear and heart-wrenching roars, and the conversation between Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

Then he fell silent, his soul as if split in two by the shot.

The devil, who had been locked in the cage of happiness, struggled to break free, shouting in anger and despair, wanting to set the whole world on fire with the fire of hatred.

The boy in the mountains who could have stopped him just sat there crying. The sea breeze blew into his clothes. He shivered in the biting summer wind, his eyes looking back at the sand where he came from.

The sand castle he had worked so hard to build had collapsed. It was not washed away by the waves, but was kicked apart by him as he ran over.

Yuan Zhinu vaguely realized that happiness is hidden in the balloon. The more happiness there is, the bigger the balloon will be blown. So at the moment when people are happiest, misfortune will come quietly.

Sophie broke into Howl's moving castle. She was so brave, kind and gentle. She saved Calcifer and Howl.

Then she died.

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

The sounds rang out again one after another, and Yuan Zhinu trembled subconsciously. He looked up in despair, and brilliant fireworks exploded in the vast night sky, as bright as undefeated flowers.

He saw the fireworks rising up continuously and bursting into dazzling light in the air.

He saw that after the light faded, their embers trailed down from the night sky, like gray tears, falling into the cold sea.

Died quietly.

Just like the dead, withered summer not far from him.