My Origin is Your Wife

Sakura loosened her right hand feebly, and the knife fell to the ground.

In the end, even the field of vision was painted black.Sakura staggered and fell, falling into a soft embrace.

"Really, idiot."

A cold voice sounded in the darkness, and Sakura moved her fingers dissatisfied.

"What... I'm not an idiot."

"It's too messy."

"But... you can sleep for a while." Sakura's consciousness completely sank into the darkness.

The girl hugged Sakura, stroking Sakura's obviously hot forehead.Looking at the pool of blood in front of her, a sullen expression appeared on that delicate and cold pretty face.

"You guys, I'm really angry."

"Wow wow..."

The white ball picked up the small knife that had fallen to the ground, and landed on the girl's shoulder.

···

The world that has been dyed bright red can still vaguely be seen as the appearance of the Liangyi Family Dojo.

Yumizuka Wuyue propped up her body with a bamboo knife, looking out of breath at the two rituals standing in front of her.

How come... there is such a strong person?

Muscles all over her body felt tearing pain, but this time, Liang Ri did not intend to give her a rest at all, and approached slowly step by step with a bag of bamboo knives.

Those ink-colored black pupils were covered with star-blue brilliance, not spirals.

For the time being, the two ceremonies have no intention of cutting off the dead disciples of the 'young students' in front of them.

Gongzuka Wuyue endured the severe pain and stood up straight, pointed the bamboo knife at the two rituals, and then used all his strength to sprint desperately.

The body creaked and moaned.

If it was a human being, this body would have almost been declared useless.But she is a Dead Apostle, and among the Dead Apostles she can be considered a unique existence.

Resilience and stamina are frighteningly good.

The bamboo knife made the sound of piercing wind, but Gongzuka Wuyue was afraid.

——The Grim Reaper with blue eyes was looking at her.

The two ceremonies tapped lightly on the ground, and their movements were as light as a butterfly flapping its wings.

No... Staring at her gesture, maybe a cat is better described.

"Tiger Fall—"

Waving the bamboo bag knife casually, the back of the knife hit the weak point where Gongzuka Wuyue held the knife, and the bamboo knife in Gongzuka Wuyue flew out.

Amid Gongzuka Wuyue's panting, the two rituals intertwined with her figure, and struck her on the back of the neck with a backhand knife.

"——Double Bell Tower·Yin Yang Mother-of-pearl".

Half a city away, Yuzuka Wuyue knelt down on the ground almost at the same time as the vampire.

only--

One lives, one... dies.

part.16 Vampire, Prime Ancestor, Witch's Fragrance

There was a sweet fragrance in the air, like the sweet body fragrance of a girl, but it seemed a little different.

"call out?"

"Chirp?"

There was a wet feeling on her cheeks, her chest was heavy, and Fufu lay on her chest and licked her cheeks.

Sakura opened her eyes.

"Unfamiliar—room?"

Consciousness was re-stuffed into the body bit by bit, Sakura moved her fingers lightly.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" The white dumpling kept bouncing on Sakura's chest, and she could feel the gently swaying texture of the plump soft fruit through the sweater.

Sakura stretched out her hand and did what Asakami Fujino loved to do to her.

She pressed Fufu into her arms.

The white dumpling squeaked and screamed, and finally gave up struggling, leaving its big fluffy tail to flick.

Sakura slowly got up from the bed and looked around.

The girl's boudoir, which has been carefully maintained, is neatly arranged with luxurious furniture with light colors as the basic color.

The scattered dolls or other small decorations create a sweet atmosphere that a girl's room should have.

The home of sister Eltruchi?