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

In the alley, Liuli looked at the person in front of her. With such hair and eye color, such western facial features, and special abilities, she could not think of any other possibility except Nakahara Chuuya.

What a funny coincidence that I met him at this time.

Liuli calmly turned her gaze to the blue hairband on his right hand, which was the symbol of the sheep.

Without her intervention, he became the king of sheep just as the established plot had predicted, and was driven around by a group of lambs.

Liuli couldn't help but think that if she had chosen Nakahara Chuuya at the beginning, it would have been much easier to find Nakajima Atsushi.

Compared to the spy Randou who lost his memory but not his mind, Chuuya who is only one or two years old now is definitely easier to deceive.

But she also does not regret choosing Lan Tang.

Maybe it was because Lan Tang could bring her greater benefits in the future, or maybe it was because of some other reasons...

While Liuli was lost in thought, Zhongyuan Zhongye was also looking at her, but soon he completely let down his guard.

The way she's dressed, it's obvious that she's a young lady from some wealthy area. She either sneaked out to play or ran away from home.

It's impossible to pose any threat at all.

Liuli squatted in the corner of the alley, covering her ears with her hands. The gunfire outside became quieter, and the organization below switched to rocket launchers.

It seems that every organization, when fighting, holds the idea of ​​dying together with the city, but they like to talk about saving and protecting.

Zhongyuan Zhongya couldn't help but curse something, but Liuli didn't hear it clearly.

But he held out his hand to her.

His voice was a little louder, and it felt unreal amid the gunfire.

"The melee won't stop anytime soon. This wall can't stop the rocket launcher. I'll help you get out."

Liuli looked at him in surprise, her eyes wide open looking cute and pitiful.

Nakahara Chuuya thought of a white kitten he had seen in the slums. It was very well-behaved, with big eyes. It would always meow and lick his hand with its tongue.

But he was eaten by starving people within two days.

If we leave this guy here, he'll probably die soon.

After all, kittens still have claws, but she doesn't even have claws.

Nakahara Chuuya tutted, "Why would a young lady like you come here..."

"It's incredibly dangerous here. There are gunfights every day, and you can really die if you're not careful."

"I have special abilities. I can get you out of here. Do you know what special abilities are?"

Without waiting for Chuuya Nakahara to continue explaining, Liuli placed her hand in his.

"Thank you so much." She stood up obediently, her sparkling eyes full of trust. "Please take me away!"

He spoke as if he were some hero who rescued the princess from a dragon.

Are all the girls outside Leibo Street so trusting?

Or maybe it's just that their eyes are so bright that it's impossible to refuse them.

Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't help but let out another click of the tongue. He held Liuli's hand tightly, and red light followed his hand and covered the whole body of both of them.

Then they started running.

In the flames, in the gunfire, in the violent shock waves caused by the explosion.

The boy held the girl's hand and ran forward.

Bullets were flying and shells were screaming.

An old bar next door was hit by a bomb, and countless bottles were broken. The sparkling glass fragments sparkled with the sun's luster, like falling stars.

The gramophone that fell to the ground was still singing stubbornly, as if welcoming the coming, enchanting midsummer.

"The encounter was brief, and the actress left that same night."

"But throughout her life, roses fell with song."

"The painter lived a lonely life, enduring the wind and snow."

"But in his lifetime he had a million roses."

In song, in sunlight, in falling stars.

The boy held the girl's hand and ran forward.

It seems like it is running towards the end of the world.