Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Then the other person will have a special meaning in that person's heart.

For example, watching Gwanghee from the shore.

Another example is the senior from Jiangnan who, even after getting married and starting a family, still hasn't let go of her after all these years.

I don't know how obsessed that senior was with Jiangnan; she still can't forget him even after her child was born.

Back to topic.

With my head pressed against the shore, I felt an unprecedented pressure in my life.

Even with my head down, I could feel an almost tangible gaze piercing through the back of my head and looking at me.

Beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

It fell to the floor and shattered.

"Okay."

Finally, Luo Zhen spoke.

The suffocating atmosphere vanished instantly.

Those on the shore also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I learned from Hayakawa Aki that Luo Zhen is actually a very easy-going and kind-hearted person.

However, Kishibe still felt immense pressure when facing Luo Zhen.

After all, a kind-hearted person is never associated with someone who is easily fooled, deceived, or talked to.

I don't know why some people like to associate kind people with easy-to-bully people.

Then they went on a crazy spree of reckless behavior.

On shore said that he did not want to become that kind of person.

The strongest demon hunter didn't die in the battle with demons, but instead got slapped to death by a god because of his arrogance. That would be hilarious.

"However, I'll gladly accept the rest of the demons from your public security department."

"is that OK?"

How could there be a problem?

They were secretly complaining on the shore.

The contract that Kishibe and Rozen signed earlier stipulated that after the Machima incident, most of the demons on the Public Security Bureau's side would belong to Rozen.

Now it is the remaining part.

It sounds a bit exaggerated, after all, these demons can make contracts with humans.

But the shore didn't see anything wrong with it.

After all, if the other party wants it, I can take it.

That's actually not bad.

As for why it was spoken to the shore?

Please, after Machima died, it seems like there's no one more qualified than Kishibe to take over the position of section chief.

Even if Section 4 is disbanded, Kishibe is still qualified to be a person in charge or something.

"of course."

Straightening his back, he spoke calmly from the shore.

They're just a bunch of demons anyway.

They stayed because they wanted to make use of the waste.

This is the last time I can demonstrate my value.

He didn't know what others thought, but from the perspective of those guys on the shore, they were indeed a bunch of useless trash.

After all, most of them were crippled by him and then thrown in.

The title of the strongest demon hunter is never something that can be obtained casually.

Chapter 1112 He understands how to live in the present.

In the blink of an eye, about a week had passed since Denji and Reise's first date.

This week, I finally experienced a long-awaited sense of peace and tranquility.

My daily routine consists of patrolling at work and occasionally dealing with one or two small, troublesome monsters that suddenly appear.

After get off work, I live my own life.

Most of the time, she goes on dates and goes shopping with Reese.

Occasionally, I'll stay home and rest.

During that time, I went to see a movie with Machima.

Makima, who had gradually faded from Denji's heart, made a strong comeback and regained a lot of goodwill.

Unfortunately, Denji always looks at Machima with wariness now.

If Makima doesn't set her sights on Pochita, Denji might really continue to be infatuated with her.

Strictly speaking, Denji is the one among them whose personality is most inclined towards chaos and neutrality.

He didn't care about the battle between humans and demons, nor did he care how many people would die.

He will support that person as long as they are good to him.

For Dianci, he wouldn't care how many insignificant strangers died.

Something like a passerby killed by a demon.

He really doesn't care.

He didn't fight to protect those people.

Electricity doesn't have such grand ideals.

As for bystanders, if they die, they die.

Even if someone he knows dies, he might only feel a little sad.

Unless the relationship is truly very, very good.

But as of now, such a person has not yet appeared.

In fact, no matter who it is, they will never be stingy with their kindness as long as they extend a flashlight.

But in fact, I haven't encountered that kind of person in the past few times.

Most of them came with the intention of teasing and taking advantage of him.

'If only Miss Machima wasn't planning on taking Pochita away from me.'

On a park bench, Denji rested his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the clouds drifting across the sky.

My mind involuntarily drifted back to Machima's smile.

That smile once looked so bright and captivating.

But now I just feel uncomfortable with the electricity.

My hand instinctively went to my heart.

I could vaguely feel my heart beating.

But he knew very well that his heart had long since ceased to exist.

At this moment, it is Pochita whose heart is beating in place of her own.

If Pochita is taken away, he'll probably die too.

Electricity is not afraid of death.

He had had enough of this awful world.

After experiencing so many terrible years, he now has nothing to regret about being able to appreciate such wonderful days.

Sometimes I wonder, is this kind of life really real?

Could it be that all of this was just a figment of his imagination before he died, and that he was never actually picked up by Machima?

When I woke up, I found myself still lying in that cold, smelly trash can, feeling the warmth in my body gradually dissipating.

Blood gushed from the wound, slid across the skin, and seeped into the garbage.

Beside him was Pochita's cold corpse.

With his palm on his chest, Dianci's thoughts drifted away.

It's like I'm reminded of the first time I met Pochita.

"Denji-kun."

Just as Dianci was lost in thought, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

A delicate fragrance wafted into Dianci's nostrils.

A large shadow blocked the sunlight from falling on Dianci's face.

A familiar face came into Dianci's view.

"Leise!"

He sat up abruptly, looking happily at the purple-haired girl in front of him.

Although it sounds a bit perverse to say it like that.

But Reisey really has a very special fragrance. As soon as you smell this scent, you know it's Reisey.

I subconsciously sniffed.

Dianci suddenly pressed his nose.

No, this kind of behavior is a turn-off for girls.

These are the dating tips that Luo Zhen and Hayakawa Aki have been giving him to cram over the past two days.

Although I've hardly ever used them, I still tried my best to remember them.

Well, two people who were pursued by others are teaching others dating skills.

It's like some American captain with a great butt is teaching others how to woo girls.

Walk over to her and tell her you want to be with her; it usually works.

"Denji's expression just now was quite interesting. Was he thinking about another girl?"

"A colleague? Or your boss with whom you have a crush?"

With her hands behind her back, Leise asked with a sly smile.

After Leisei took a step forward, the two were practically pressed together.

She tilted her head back, her face flushed with a pretty blush, and looked at Dianci with such charm.

Dianci, who was being stared at, subconsciously looked away.

One reason is that he was indeed thinking about other girls just now.

On the other hand, you can see some unique scenery from this angle.

Although Denji is no longer the innocent little boy who has never even held a girl's hand.

But seeing this scene suddenly still makes me feel a little shy.

"Of course not."

He subconsciously denied Reise's question; Denji's acting skills weren't actually that great.

Her gaze darted away, instinctively avoiding Leise's eyes.

His hands looked restless and uneasy, constantly touching the backs of his hands and placing them on either side of his body.

Anyone can tell he's lying.

But who can blame her for being so 'sensible'?