I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

"Don't touch any ingredients, especially tiger fugu!"

"Please don't give me more housework, father."

Ji Liang Yoshikage hung up the phone and turned to look at Tang Zeanda helplessly.

It is indeed admirable in terms of survival, but it may also be that the pain caused by aortic dissection is too small, and he is still insisting.

It was probably because the main body had suffered damage that was invisible to the naked eye, and the black "Grim Reaper" was also seeing weakness.

It still held the golden bell stubbornly, and was stepped on by the Killer Queen in a slightly dejected manner.

- Such a long wait is really boring.

Kira Yoshikage pouted and looked down at the time.

It was already early December, and it was getting dark earlier than a few days ago.

The sun sets in the west, and the old school building is pulled by the shadow of Yoshikage Kira.

In the shadow, a black hand stretched out.

The hand was very long, groping dully on the sandy ground, then propped up on the ground and slowly emerged from the shadows.

Kira Yoshikage frowned - 'It's not over yet? '

The first to appear is a slightly familiar tall hat.

Then, a faceless, pale face—followed by a slender body, long legs out of proportion to the torso—is the tall, thin man.

The man turned his face in the direction of Yoshikage Kira, and shrank his thin shoulders—as if he was a little afraid of Yoshikage Kira.

But he did not change his purpose.

He used his single-threaded brain to come to the conclusion that it had to be done.

Dragging his heavy body, the man sat cross-legged beside Tang Zeanda, then arched his back and wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead—moving seemed to be a more physically consuming thing for him.

Kira Yoshikage did not feel malice from him.

——It's amazing that his master even wanted to kill Yoshikage Kira.

The tall and thin man sat on the sandy ground with bad manners, took off his high hat after being sluggish for a moment, and then—he raised his hands and grabbed the position of the mouth that should have been on his face, pulling it up and down to both sides.

To be honest, it was quite an unappetizing scene—

With the strong pull of the tall and thin man, he actually had a mouth.

That mouth is like an endless black hole, looking inward from Yoshikage Kira's point of view, there is absolutely no teeth, gums, tongues and the like.

Like plasticine, the mouth was pulled to a width of about half a meter, and then——

The tall and thin man shook his head and fell to the ground.

The strong smell of blood came out, and Tang Zeanda howled and rolled up.

The "Grim Reaper" at the foot of the Killer Queen lost both legs.

The tall and thin man thumped twice on the ground and staggered to his feet.

He raised his blood-stained face to "look" at Yoshikage Kira, then raised his unreasonably long fingers on the sandy ground and wrote crookedly - 'I, help you, guard him'

Kira Yoshikage frowned.

Seeing this, the tall and thin man fumbled out a delicate rose from his pocket and handed it to Ji Liang Yoshikage.

——It is a variety cultivated in the greenhouse, the flowers are full, delicate and fragile.

Kira Yoshikage did not catch a cold.

The lanky man was in a hurry, he threw away Rose and groped for the sequel from the pocket with few remaining items, then took out juice, potato chips, game consoles and the like, and used that black hole-like mouth to look at Kira Yoshikage' ah, ah ...' Zhang Zhang seemed to want to express something urgently.

so......

Ji Liang Yoshikage figured it out: "You are the 'Tianluo girl'?"

The tall and thin man tilted his head in confusion - if he had eyes, he would have blinked innocently at this moment.

"You made the scene dirty, it's hard to deal with." Kira Yoshikage sighed, pointing to the blood-spreading mud and sand.

This time, the tall and thin man understood.

He raised his hand and gestured for something, then opened his mouth again - even Tang Zeanda included, the scene returned to its original calm, not even a drop of blood was left.

'I, raise him, in the stomach'

——The tall and thin man wrote on the sandy ground, like a child learning to speak.

'He, without feet, won't, hit you'

'I, hit him'

The tall and thin man wrote tirelessly on the ground, his strokes getting smoother and smoother, but the language was still very simple.

"..."

I don't know why, but at this moment, Ji Liang Yoshikage is a bit lacking in words.

Suburbs of Sendai City