Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

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The gurgling water bubbles made a low sound in the circuit-stealing room. In the huge incubator, the naked blonde woman closed her eyes peacefully, letting her body float in the light blue liquid.

Mr. Alfred Ashford, with his same blond hair and wearing a long halter dress, walked seductively along the rough and winding circuit lines.

His custom-made large high-heeled shoes were used flexibly by his feet, which showed that this was not the first time the man had done this.

"Alexia..." Similar face, similar hair color, similar expression. The man leaned against the incubator, as if looking in a mirror.

"Alexia..." Alfred murmured, looking at the woman floating in the liquid with fascination, and listened to the south wind whistling outside the base. All of this will eventually pay off. The whispers of chaos many years ago, the oracle heard by the person he loved deeply, and the decision to gamble everything but be confident that it would not fail.

All the efforts will be returned with interest.

The roots of the giant tree have turned black to the deepest part of the ground, and the tentacles that have begun to rot are spreading upwards. The man logged into the wishing website with high-level permissions, looked at the cultivation chamber, and then looked at the tree on the interface that had already become weird.

"Swallow time."

"Then, revive my treasure..."

"The wish-fulfilling tree."

Chapter 70 The First Wish

Shizuka Hiratsuka was lying on the rooftop.

She seldom came here because the small, quiet place was often frequented by students, and as a teacher, it would be a bit annoying for her to sneak here in the afternoon instead of staying in the office.

What's more, the purpose is to drink.

I'm troubled by Yukinoshita Yukino's affairs, and I'm speechless about the strange club this girl wants to form - if I ask for help from that guy Haruno, I'll only get irresponsible words like "let it be", right?

Gumbling.

Swallow the cold beer down your throat.

hiss.

"What an irresponsible sister," Shizuka Hiratsuka held the aluminum can. The weak afternoon breeze did not make people feel cool at all, but made the cold liquid in her palm more precious. "Troublesome things come one after another. Ah, Mori Yuesha has been asking for leave non-stop recently..."

"Some went abroad, some disappeared. What kind of class am I teaching?"

Gumbling.

The coolness continues to slide down your throat.

Suddenly, the blue sky flashed a moment of stillness.

Shizuka Hiratsuka looked up: the world seemed to be locked by the shutter of a camera, with birds and clouds in the same proportion, still at a certain angle on the slope of the roof. The sun and the rubber track on campus turned gray, and everything…

All turned gray.

Then, huge blood-red characters slowly spread out - she was sure that she couldn't understand the text, but she did get its meaning.

"The wish-fulfilling tree, the beautiful wish-fulfilling tree."

"Eat the black."

"Knitting entrails with knitting needles."

"Ponding water, fertilizing with chandeliers, delicious cats."

The words squirmed and changed, but they were very difficult to understand; the feeling of discomfort became stronger as she read on, as if sharp needles were stirring her brain, and thick lips were greedily lying on Shizuka Hiratsuka's eyeballs, stretching out long intestinal tubes.

Suck…swallow.

'I don't want my husband to drink anymore', 'My mom always drinks', 'I hate drinking at social events', 'Why is my wife so addicted to alcohol', 'It's so uncomfortable having to drink after work', 'Alcohol is so awful', 'Drunk people are the worst', 'Are you going to drink again today', 'My hangover is so awful', 'The doctor said I can't drink anymore', 'I want to drink some wine', 'I can finally buy wine now that I'm an adult', 'Drink', 'Drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink', 'Drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink drink'

liqueur.

Large blocks of words appeared and disappeared.

"Under construction..."

"Wish is being edited..."

"Sure."

"The wish-fulfilling tree extends a root towards humans."

"It says: All wine is poisonous."

"The old timeline is paused."

"Start a new timeline."

"Now, please."

"Let's party!"

Click.

Hiratsuka Shizuka rubbed her eyes and looked around: everything seemed normal...

Normal, orderly. The flying birds hid in the angled corners of the tall buildings and disappeared from sight. The clouds drifted slowly, and the noisy shouting of boys came from the playground below.

The aluminum can of beer in my palm was steaming.

happened…

what?

Hiratsuka Shizuka stared up at the sky.

Just now, there seemed to be a line of words?

Gumbling.

After swallowing a mouthful of beer, the woman remembered.

Is alcohol poisonous?

What? An illusion - a sharp pain suddenly came over me!

Shizuka Hiratsuka huddled up against the railing of the rooftop, the empty can in her hand tumbling down; her vision began to blur, thin blood mixed with sticky secretions from the esophagus surged into her mouth, flowed from her chin to her neck, and then seeped into her shirt. The continuous nausea made her always want to vomit something -

Hiratsuka Shizuka extended her index finger and opened her mouth which was filled with blood and organs.

Holding the throat desperately!

vomit--

The pink and white flesh and blood on the ground, poured under the cement dust, exploded into a beautiful scattered flower. The pain became more and more intense, and she almost went blind. A cold, heavy feeling came from her eye sockets, and her eyeball fell on her cheek, hitting the lower part of the nose. The nerves could not hold it back, and it fell into the vomit with a "pop".

Then he was crushed by the woman's falling body.

Gulp, gulp…

Blood spurted out of her mouth, in the crimson fountain, Shizuka Hiratsuka fumbled to turn on her cell phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello? Xiaojing?"

"He..."

"Hey?"

"Do not…"

"Hey, hey? Are you drunk again?"

“Don’t drink…”

Toot, toot, toot.

The viewing angle is far up.

On the streets, countless people who drank alcohol exploded into blood flowers, their blood oozing out from their half-yellow teeth and spurting out from between their fingers, spraying their organs mixed with mucus in the esophagus onto each other's faces, and then screaming; the students who drank secretly began to melt from the abdomen, and blood gurgled into streams from the stairs. The textbooks in the schoolbags were soaked with water, and each book turned into the knowledge of deep red death.

Some people are crazy about it, some people cheer for it.

The woman stood on the tatami, looking at her husband lying in front of her with a relieved smile. The son curled up at the foot of the cabinet, looking at his bruised mother squatting beside his father's melted body.

She gave a horrible smile.

“Hahahahaha… look,” the woman, who was not very old, pointed at her husband’s body and said to her son: “Look… the price! Hahahaha! This is the price, this is the punishment from God!”

She knelt on the ground, her knees drenched in blood, her hands clasped together, and looked devoutly at the ceiling above her head. As she moved, the mottled marks of abuse on her arms turned purple: "Thank God! Thank you..."

"Thank you for saving me from danger; thank you for killing my husband; thank you for coming..." It didn't matter who the unknown god was. At this moment, she was freed from the long, endless hell of being beaten.

"Drink...drink! Hahahaha! It's poisonous! Alcohol...alcohol...is poisonous! My dear husband..." The woman stared at the pool of blood, but heard her young son's cry in her ears.

"Mom...you..."

She turned around and saw her son pointing at her tremblingly.

“Have you forgotten how he abused us?” The mother pointed to the scars on her face and the bruise on her temple: “He’s dead! He can’t hurt me anymore! He died from drinking! Hahahahaha!”

"Mother…"

The boy simply retreated to the door, his big eyes half closed and tears rolling down.

"Mom..." he said, "You said that word..."

Character?

The woman scratched her face—where are my...hands?

All she could see was a pair of arms that melted like wax. The rough palms from years of hard work disappeared, and even the forearms were completely fused with her husband's corpse fluid. The bruises on the arms disappeared, and the woman seemed to have returned to her 20-year-old self.

Her skin was white, tender and smooth, and would break at the slightest touch; the frost on her face was completely wiped away, and with the blessing of an unknown god, she briefly experienced the feeling of returning to youth.

Then, in front of his son's horrified gaze, it exploded into a ball of scattered flesh.

The world is in chaos.

There was blood and mud everywhere, and the wailing of the living everywhere; cars were colliding with each other on the road, and some of the cabins were already empty; the teacher who was lecturing melted the chalk in his hand under the gaze of the students; the hugging couple woke up, and the girlfriend turned into pieces of solidified blood scabs; the TV station urgently interrupted the broadcast of the news, and half an hour later, a large number of soldiers began to take to the streets to maintain order.

Probably because of the bloodstains that appeared on the sky.

"desire:"

"The wine is poisonous."

"Currently living humans:"

"5,371,439,761"

Chapter 71 New Timeline

The ritual place was in chaos.

Countless piercing buzzing sounds were ringing around. Bai Ju sat on the chair with a cold face, watching the researchers excitedly and busyly turning around in front of him. Usami Reiko and Sakai Takashi leaned on both sides, occasionally casting worried glances at the leading man.

Ten minutes ago, as the highest officer, Junichiro Shimoda finally showed his majesty which he had not shown for a long time. He scolded Bai Ju in front of all the senior officials, although Usami Reiko did not think that he could be blamed for this.

Even the "Secret Ceremony" had no reaction, which meant that the location where the other party held the ceremony was very, very far away from the ceremony site - at least not in the country. Secondly, if this kind of global large-scale sacrificial ceremony could be easily stopped by Bai Ju...

He is not a god.

In short, that fat pig has been unhappy with Bai Ju for a long time. In the face of today's disaster, the mild accusations are still acceptable - the most unbearable thing is his stupidity.

He said the word.

'Fortunately I didn't drink yesterday...'

Under Bai Ju's extremely angry eyes, the fat pig turned into a pool of pink liquid with mostly white fat.

Just like the two billion people who disappeared.

"I didn't expect him to be this stupid." Usami Reiko said silently with a cigarette in her mouth. No one would have any sympathy or sadness for the death of Junichiro Shimoda, especially Usami Reiko who had been holding a grudge for a long time.

Bai Ju didn't want to talk about the dead, so he pulled the computer over and started typing.

"This is just the beginning," he said. "Visits to the Make-A-Wish website." Turning around his computer.