Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Butterfly...butterfly..."

"Here, we agreed last time that I would bring you a toy. Do you want it?"

The paper bag rustled.

Yukinoshita Haruno stood beside her with a smile on her face, but her eyes were secretly fixed on her sister. Yukino just stared at the girl who was half-kneeling and teasing the Hiratsuka grandmother.

……

"haven't seen you for a long time…"

"I just said it once." Mori Yuesha smiled and raised her head, letting the afterglow of the warm sun shine on her face. After asking Mayumi and Haruno for help, she said, "Let's talk for a while," and then Mori Yuesha grabbed Yukino Yukino's hand and pulled the stunned cold-faced girl into the small garden.

"What are you doing lately?"

"Get ready for school." Yukino lowered her eyes. At this moment, she had a lot of things to ask Mori Yuesa, and wanted to chat with her enthusiastically like a friend.

Unfortunately, it seems difficult for her to do something that seems very simple to ordinary people.

"Yukino is also in the first year of high school?"

"Ah."

"Where is it?"

"Your place."

"Eh? Really? In the same school as me?"

"Yeah, that's right."

The two girls walked side by side in the sunset, speaking little, without showing any awkwardness. Instead, the chirping of a few unknown birds made the two girls' peaceful faces even softer and more harmonious.

The shadow was left behind, and unknowingly, Yukino quietly slowed down her pace - she pursed her lips and drooped behind, and in front of her was a girl with her hands behind her back and a straw hat swaying on her head.

Yukino carefully stepped on Mori Yuesa's shadow with her toes, then looked up at Mori Yuesa - then lowered her head and stepped lightly twice more.

The childhood games made the girl feel an illusion of warmth under her feet.

very nice…

At the end of the garden, there is a shallow fountain.

"During the school festival..."

Now that they were here, it was time to go back. Yukinoshita Yukino gritted her teeth, leaving several creases on her white, pleat-free shirt: "Are you... okay?"

Mori Yuesa turned around, the corner of her skirt opened up, and her big eyes were full of surprise.

"Socks!"

"Has Yukino heard about it too?"

Yukinoshita Yukino pursed her lips and moved closer to the fountain in front of her. Under the abundant and scorching sunlight, there was finally some moisture and coolness on her face.

"My mother told me. It's... dangerous, right?"

Morizuki Sayaka stretched out her palm, as if to catch the water drops that fell after the eruption into the sky: "Fortunately, it's not as dangerous as the time with Yuno."

After saying that, she suddenly leaned over and gently brushed the ends of Yukinoshita Yukino's hair with her fingers, and small cool, crystal-clear drops of hair slid down.

Yukino lowered her head, her long black hair covering her flickering eyes.

"Last time... I didn't have time to thank you. If possible, please give me your..."

——From her serious and not-so-standard expression, one can tell who this second young lady is deliberately imitating.

Although her aura was very similar to those decisive career beauties, her trembling lips and tangled fingers under her skirt still revealed everything.

When Mori Yuesa looked over with her big eyes, the girl's voice became lower and lower.

"connect…"

“Contact details…”

"Hmm?" Mori Yuesha didn't hear clearly, so she turned around and asked, "What?"

A few white pigeons landed by the pond and begged for bread crumbs from the passers-by who stopped nearby.

"Um, please give me your contact..."

cough.

"Ah, you are here?"

A clear voice interrupted the tangle.

I don’t know if it was intentional, but when Yang Noi came over from behind with a smile on her face, she happened to stand between the two of them, blocking their view of each other.

"I have sent grandma back."

Yukino lowered her head.

"Ms. Mori Yuesa, would you like to have dinner together?"

"no need."

After Mori Tsukisa politely refused, she moved sideways, stepped over Haruno, and stretched out her hand towards Yukinoshita Yukino with her palm facing upwards.

"?"

"Cell phone." Mori Yuesha grinned strangely, and the blue ribbon on her straw hat fluttered in the wind.

Da da da.

"Here, my contact information."

Under Yono's scrutinizing gaze, Mori Tsukino took Yukino's phone nonchalantly and entered her own phone number on it.

"Let's go."

Xueno had a cold face and curled the corners of her mouth slightly.

The dazzling light revealed Mori Yuesha's departing silhouette, the silk on her straw hat fluttering in the wind.

"Yukino, is this your friend?"

"Does it count?"

After the girl's back disappeared from his sight, Yang Nai restrained his smile and asked inquiringly.

Yukino said nothing, but lowered her head and opened her phone.

In addition to a phone number, there is also the name of the number owner.

"Beautiful hero"

——Pfft, I knew this would happen.

——Really.

Chapter 60 My Wife Spider-Girl

It was still hot and humid in the suburbs in the evening because of the season.

Agatsuma Yuno followed Mori Tsukisa and walked in the woods as if taking a stroll.

A pale bone mask blocked her face, and her light pink hair was covered by a huge hood. Even if you looked closely, you couldn't make out the girl's outline clearly.

The face hidden under the mask was smiling continuously, but from outside the mask, it looked particularly cold and mysterious.

Hmm...it looks like a mysterious organization.

This mask was specially made by Yuye.

The huge spider-like mouth on the head, with the hood that covers everything, looks eerie and mysterious, but also a bit cute in the dark.

This makes Mori Yuesha jealous...

So cool, right?

How cool!

I also want!

Deliberately ignoring the "filter" she had, the girl began to pester Yuno Gasai with constant nagging.

"Such a cool mask..."

“I only made one…”

“Am I a person who cares about money…?”

“Mask mask mask…”

Barbara.

Agatsuma Yuno looked at the spoiled girl with amusement, "My wealthy woman, I don't have the ability to hide my identity."

"I have to hide my identity when I go out to act."

"You have no choice, right? Why are you so jealous?"

Mori Yuesa pouted in dissatisfaction and ignored her.

"You obviously have the 'ability'? I should be envious of Yuesha."

"What are you angry about..."

Still ignore her.

Agatsuma Yuno laughed secretly, and had no choice but to knock on the mask on her face, making a dong dong sound:

"Okay... so, what kind does Yuesha want?"

The long black hair swirled in the air as the girl jumped and turned happily, her stunning face and crescent-shaped eyes full of smiles.

"Haha! I knew it!" Mori Yuesha came running over: "I want..."

"Hey, you're a spider?"

The girl thought: "Then I..."

"How about a praying mantis or a centipede?"

"It's pretty cute, isn't it?"

Agatsuma Yuno was speechless: "No, you don't have to do the same as me..."

"What kind of animals does Yuesha like?"

Mori Tsukisa held Agatsuma Yuno's arm and her voice was like stones shot out of a slingshot one after another.

"Tiger? Cat? Cow? Or...deer?"

Counting the animals in the zoo, the two girls talked and laughed as they walked into the darkness under the curtain of moonlight.

"I think Her Majesty should have a reindeer one." Arrietty sat on her shoulders and grabbed Mori Yuesha's earlobe and had a lot of fun playing with it.

"Shh-"

Plop, plop——

The crow flies by.

On a road not far away, a brutal murder was brewing.

No, 'brewing' may not be the right word.

It should be said that it is in progress.

"Daddy...please..."

The girl's legs were cut off at the root, and instead, some honey was smeared on the wounds. She looked like a human born without legs, with golden honey flowing down her legs.

The skinny man had an untidy beard, dark circles under his eyes and messy hair.

He doesn't seem to be in a good mental state.

After struggling to drag the girl off the back seat of the car, the man fell down beside the road. On the quiet and deserted road, even if there were occasional vehicles speeding by, they would not notice the tragedy on the back of the car.

The legless girl struggled, her ten fingers firmly grasping the asphalt road, her nails turned up, and streaks of blood flowed on the rough road surface.