Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

In less than a day, order almost collapsed.

Some believed it to be true, just like the children in the orphanage, shouting words like "New Age" or "magic", holding homemade signs, waving them in the crowd; some were instigating for different reasons, with different purposes and backgrounds, using different methods.

To stir up chaos and strife.

In short, chaos, chaos.

Ansuna came out with a scimitar across her shoulder to support Imhotun and my wife Yuno. Although Imhotun's ability far exceeded hers, in Nagini's opinion, the female warrior was obviously smarter and more mature than her lover in judging the situation.

"Nagini is just worrying about nothing." Imhotep sighed and shook his head. The sound of blood had long since stopped dripping from his back. The bottom of the backpack was soaked with blood, and the zipper was open, emitting a bloody smell.

"This is…"

Corpse?

"Ah."

Ansuna looked at Yuno Agatsuma with an innocent face: at this moment, she was swinging the bag in her hand vigorously, like a hammer thrower who had finished warming up and was about to take the stage.

Look at your lover again.

About to get angry.

"Okay. Yuno, leave it to me." Ansuna quickly grabbed the bag and gently pinched Imhotep's arm. She winked at the man, the meaning was self-evident.

"Let's go back, Mori Yuesha is waiting for us."

"She..." Imhotep was a little worried about Mori Yuesa: "Is she okay?"

The high priest with the mentality of an old father was really afraid that Mori Yuesha would be upset. He didn't know how much his witch loved Eriri and how much she was reluctant to part with the child. In general, the three thousand years of death in the Styx made this cold man inside and out have a soft heart.

Although this is not a good thing for a witch's servant.

Ansuna shook her head.

"She hasn't come out of the bathroom since you guys left..."

It doesn't look good.

Imhotep turned his head and glared at Agatsuma Yuno. If, if this girl hadn't been ill, nothing would have happened.

Yuno Agatsuma smiled and patted the big backpack behind Imhotep.

"Yuesha won't blame me."

"Of course she blames you." Imhotep's expression was a little ferocious: "But she also cares about you, why did you do this?!"

"Let's go back." Ansuna patted the man's arm hard.

"Go back, let's go back first."

…………

……

There were children's shoes scattered all over the entrance.

Today's incident happened suddenly, and Sen Yuesha didn't have time to hide. Imhotun took off the backpack quietly and hugged it, ignoring the blood stains on his body, and called carefully to the house.

"Mister Witch?"

"We're back."

Carrying Eriri's body.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Slippers, turn into the living room.

Instantly, a strong smell like a sea of ​​blood and corpses hit me in the face! The frozen atmosphere was like a blizzard that swept up countless corpses.

Leaving behind a ground of red ice chips and broken bones.

In fact, several hearts had just stopped beating.

Snapped.

The bag in Imhotep's hand fell to the ground, and a thin arm fell out from the zipper.

Ansuna subconsciously hugged her lover's arms tightly, feeling her own trembling and her lover's trembling. The scene in front of her was really unacceptable to her: a feeling of nausea surged into her throat, she retched, and with her other hand she held Yuno Agatsuma's cold palm, and she almost sat on the ground.

The scene before her made the woman feel as if she had returned to that distant and barbaric era.

——The living room in front of me is exactly the same as when I left.

A silk-covered sofa, four or five high-back chairs, an expensive dressing mirror, a potted plant in the corner, an unopened package, and a clean glass window.

And the floor.

with.

The dead bodies were neatly stacked on the floor.

It was as if there had been a light rain in the living room. A thin layer of water submerged the small corner of the table, just covering the cover of the fairy tale book that had fallen to the floor.

A well-constructed, expensive apartment is unlikely to leak, and besides, it wasn't raining today.

The stagnant water in the house was blood.

The blood is about to overflow into the entrance.

Mori Yuesha curled up in a chair, barefoot. Her palm-sized feet were stained with blood, which dripped from the fork of her foot, seeped into the cushion, and then flowed down the chair legs after absorbing the blood.

It's like wearing a slender, crystal clear coral anklet.

She was covered in blood from her forearms to her fingertips, from her feet to her thighs. Perhaps because she had just finished eating, in addition to some butter and cookie crumbs on the corners of her mouth, her face and forehead were also smeared with a lot of red.

The dazzling red and clean white together are like a white rose swirling in the sweet and rich cherry juice, bright red and delicious. The embarrassed artist who painted with blood hummed a little tune, like a young and naughty child, and after painting the entire watercolor, he smeared a lot on his body and cheeks.

In the center of the blood, the corpses were neatly stacked, carefully arranged from tall to short.

Alia took the lead, followed by Miko, Oishi...

The old man and the children who were still alive just now closed their eyes, letting the crimson paste cover their ears, and quietly fell into eternal sleep.

Quan, dead.

The only ones left were Mori Yuesa, covered in blood, and Nagini, who was standing behind a chair with a plate full of cookies.

Imhotep's mind went blank.

What happened?

Just now the children were jumping and dancing happily upstairs, but in the blink of an eye, they all turned into corpses.

what happened?

"I've got a great idea."

Mori Yuesha stood up with a cheerful smile, blood covering her ankles. The girl who broke the silence walked in front of the three people with blood dripping down her cheeks.

In the vermilion river of blood, the Rose Girl with blood all over her face grabbed the corner of Imhotep's clothes.

tugged.

"Have you read the book?"

book.

Imhotep's lips trembled: "What..."

"Medicine, Medical, I'm asking you for help." She wiped away the blood that was about to fall out of her eyeball, stood on tiptoes, and the dark eyeball suddenly enlarged in her sight.

Imhotep could not see any reflection in it.

She was like a huge black hole, cold and ruthless, steadily crushing everything around her. The sticky, watery food was chewed up in the dark space without any light.

All that flashed by was a pair of seemingly white teeth.

There were thousands of huge mouths.

"Imorton, Imhotep, Imhotep." The rhythmic call brought the man back to his senses.

The girl's inky black hair was soaked with blood and stuck to her face, as if she had been bathed in the blood that gushed out after a throat was cut.

Hot blood, smelling fishy and fragrant.

"Don't be afraid."

"I have something important to ask of you later!"

"Wait a bit."

Before Imhotun could break free from his blank mood, Mori Yuesa turned her head to look at Yuno Agatsuma. She reached out her hand to hold the girl and walked to the center of the room.

"Come on, come on,"

"My wife Yuno..."

Chapter 76 Initial changes

Agatsuma Yuno was a little panicked.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with what she did, but she didn't want to see Mori Yuesha become what she was now.

Mori Yuesa, killed the people she cared about the most.

Aaliyah, children.

All because of my willfulness.

"Yuesha." Yuno Agatsuma held her hand nervously, the blood still not cooled felt slippery. The girl raised her head with some self-blame, and a crazy emotion flashed in her eyes: "I, I just..."

"only…"

"only--"

“I love you so much!”

Her pink pupils dilated hysterically, and Agatsuma Yuno ignored the surprised looks around her, stared at Mori Yuesa, and loudly spoke the words that she had suppressed for a long time.

At this point, there is nothing to hide.

"I love you so much!"

"I don't want to be just your sister!!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Only I, only I can love you!"

"They all deserve to die!!"

"Let me stay with you, Yuesha."

"No matter what, it's fine! Even if I'm tortured by Yuesha, I'll feel happy, even if I'm killed, I'll feel happy! Destroy my life, or destroy me! Peel off my skin and give my eyeballs to you!"

"As long as I stay by your side, it doesn't matter what happens or how I'm treated!"

"Mori Tsukisa!"

Well.

Looking at the almost crazy and excited Agatsuma Yuno, Mori Tsukisa nodded with satisfaction, walked around behind her, and quietly put her arms around her waist.

When she rested her chin on his shoulder, she could still feel the other person's excited breathing which had not yet subsided.

call…

"Is that so?"

"I'm very happy." Mori Yuesha whispered in her ear: "I'm very happy."

"But, 'forever' is a very long time." As he said this, his right hand slowly climbed up along Yuno's belly. Passing across her chest and neck——

"So, I have a great idea."

The gaps between her emerald green nails were filled with flesh and blood. Her palm was placed on her chin, covering Yuno Gasai's mouth and nose little by little.

Cover it tightly.

Whispering in her ear, Mori Tsukisa's tone was playful and naughty: "I like your feelings. Yuno's love is crimson, sexy, passionate, and dazzling - but, it's a bit heavy."