Miss Port Mafia Online Green Slaughter

Naomi was very confused, the only one who noticed that it was related to someone was Yosano Akiko secretly biting her ear, "Hey, Mr. Ranpo should know what happened, right?"

"Hmm." Luanbu squinted his eyes, took the potato chips and "clicked" to crush them. "It's just a dream."

Yosano Akiko raised his eyebrows: "Having a dream can make Osamu Dazai frustrated and decadent into that virtue? Could it be that he was beaten violently by someone in a dream all night?"

No, no, being beaten up is just something you experience every day, and something you dream about at night.What's scary is that I have colored dreams, and I also dream of the person I think I hate the most.The key is to return to the dream.

This was a great blow to Osamu Dazai who always thought he hated the other party.

But Ranpo feels that these are not important, what is important is that Dazai Osamu has not yet enlightened to understand: I like the possessiveness and concern for Chuya Nakahara.Instead of hating each other so bullying each other.

Osamu Dazai treats Nakahara like a primary school chick bullying someone he likes.

It's a pity that the person being bullied is not conscious, and the bully is even less conscious. He cares about the other party to death, and he is full of possessiveness without realizing his own mind... To a certain extent, it is also very strong.

"Kacha." Ranbu squinted and bit the potato chips. "You can't live without doing your own crimes."

As soon as this sentence was said, Yosano Akiko understood, and the handover between Kulanshu and Kunikida was over, and when he was about to leave, he heard Bakugo Katsuki stand up suddenly, and the ear-piercing sound caused by the chair being pushed back sound.

What's more important is that Osamu Dazai, who was listless just now, was shocked and stood up, "Hi, chuya..."

Dazai Osamu hadn't finished his words when the furry durian-head kicked his legs off the office table and leaped out of the window, releasing explosive flames from both hands, making him approach Nakahara Chuya who was wandering downstairs with the force of the impact.At this moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also sensed the killing intent from the front and raised his head.

"Go to hell, little man!"

"Huh?" Nakahara Chuya: "You want to die, durian head!"

"Who are you calling Durian Head? You are black and short, and I want you to look good right now!!"

"Black and short? You are the stupid and weak exploding durian head! You are dead, kid!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye was already irritable because of one thing after another. At this moment, there was a violent durian head frenziedly jumping in his minefield to vent to him. Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't care about the conversation between the two of them and a certain mackerel They were so similar that they fought in the street.

Totally ignoring Osamu Dazai who was trying to be as provocative as ever.

Dazai Osamu: Not happy!

Dazai Osamu was covered in black mud, and there were people beside him fanning the flames, especially Akiko Yosano and Ranpo.

"...Hey, when did the relationship between Hong Kong black cadres and Bo Hao get so good that they started calling each other nicknames?"

"The relationship between the two is really good."

Osamu Dazai: What is good!They don't have a good relationship at all!

"Eh?" Naomi added. "It's a bit like the relationship with Mr. Dazai in the past. It's so troublesome. The Hong Kong gangster cadres look A and steady, full of oppression, so real in front of Bohao. Is it special for Hong Kong gangster cadres? ?"

Ahhhhhh, it's all over!The little dwarf will only act childish in front of me!

Osamu Dazai was about to speak, when Jiu Lanshu's voice rang in his ears, the soft voice was mixed with a bit of surprise, it sounded particularly bitchy.

"Oh, I remember that the ability of Zhongye to be hit by the Seven Deadly Sins has not been released yet. Now that he touched Bakugo Katsuki, wouldn't it be..."

Osamu Dazai finally turned his face completely dark.

The author has something to say: Thanks for the two mines of the dark color, thanks for the empty grenade,