Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

She tapped on the wooden table, subtle but distant vibrations emitted from her fingertips, twisted into a sharp arrow on a full bow, and with a 'bang', pierced through Mori Yuesha's heart - through her back, through the wooden seat, bringing out bright, hot blood, and with a 'dong', nailed to the dartboard on the wall of the coffee shop.

Mori Yuesha turned around.

Hit the red heart.

The six-armed barista, a long-haired poodle, stopped grinding after hearing the thump and also looked at the target.

'Bull's eye! ' It barked.

"Aoi's shooting is so accurate, has he practiced before?" Mori Yuesa touched her chest and lowered her head. There was a round hole in her heart that was shot through, and her index finger could fit right in.

"The breakup fee is in this card." The impatient Poison Apple took out a crystal ball and threw it on the table, where it rolled around: "Spend some money to treat your illness, Mori Yuesha, this is yours," he pinched the crystal ball with one hand and tapped his temple with the other.

"There's something wrong with your brain, don't you know it?"

Mori Yuesa's heart felt a strange pain. She put her index finger in, trying to block the hole, but was surprised to find that the hole had expanded a circle compared to before.

It can’t be stopped now.

"What should I do? If I can't stop it..."

The grumbling girl swallowed the poisoned fruit by mistake, and now the apple that rotted her intestines is about to leave her.

Seeing Mori Yuesa lowering her head and sinking into her own world again, Tojo Aoi slammed the table. The angel standing behind her gave the order, drew out the sharp sword, and chopped off the barista's head.

The fluffy yellow dog was headless.

'I'm grinding coffee beans, miss, you can't take it out on me just because you're angry.'

A small opening appeared on Tojo Aoi's light rose-colored lips, revealing a row of closed teeth. Air gushed out from the gap, forming a proud "snort".

Mori Yuesha was a little sad. But why?

"Because you make me sick. Mori Yuesa, I was just playing around..." Tojo Aoi's makeup no longer changed. Instead, extremely thin black lines densely emerged from the ceiling and swarmed in like a floodgate.

Rushed towards Tojo Aoi.

"Every time, every time you touch me..."

“It makes me want to vomit…”

"It's just for fun... Who knows, you really have this tendency..."

Mori Tsukisa held her face in her hands, watching without blinking as the black threads engulfed Tojo Aoi. They circled around the girl's body, her exposed arms and neck, and went straight into her heart.

The woman's face became even colder.

"That's it, don't contact me anymore."

Standing up, the two angels held the hilts of the swords cautiously, protecting their lady as they left.

Gurgling.

Mori Yuesha pushed the crystal ball with her fingers, rolling it around on the table.

Accidentally, the transparent sphere fell from the corner of the table.

Snap.

A piece of debris.

Sweeping with the tip of her shoe, Mori Yuesa bent down and pinched out a piece of paper from the sharp fragments.

In bright red handwriting it reads:

You are crazy.

Chapter 117 Different colors of snow and orphanage

"I'm not…"

"Hmm?" Eriri turned her head and didn't hear what Mori Yuesa muttered.

"nothing…"

The two girls leaned against each other on the soft sofa. An unknown movie was playing on the big screen. The room was narrow and dim, with high walls and fragmented decorations on all sides baring their fangs and claws. The approaching ferocity forced them to hug each other tightly.

"Yuesha asked me out today, is there something wrong?" Ying Lili stared at the screen and suddenly asked. Her voice was flat and even, like a dead lake that had not been disturbed for a long time.

Mori Yuesa scratched her head.

"Ahahaha...did I forget...?"

How did you get to the cinema?

Where is the white deer?

A city full of plants, a rhino with wings running in the wind...

Suddenly, Mori Yuesha lowered her head with a sense of something, and Eriri was staring at her quietly. The flickering light dragged her profile into darkness, leaving only a small half of her face in the light.

Those bright blue diamond-like eyes were dim and the corners of his gloomy mouth drooped.

"…Mori Tsukisa."

Eriri called out her full name softly, she curled up in Mori Yuesa's arms, leaned in closer, and sniffed a few times.

“The smell of rot.”

"Um…?"

A smile suddenly broke out on Ying Lili's expressionless face, and between her white teeth were pieces of pink, wriggling intestinal skin.

"You're rotten, Mori Tsukisa."

I am... rotten?

"A rotten person shamelessly displays his love."

With a wicked smile, she lifted her blonde hair, moved her throat, and pointed at the screen.

"I don't like crazy people."

On the vast screen that pierces the sky, a movie called Mori Yuesha is playing.

A constant stream of pedestrians hurried by, iron cars spewed out exhaust gas; sexy idols hid in LED screens, singing on tall buildings. Satellites looked at the earth, and the earth looked at the noise of human beings.

The girl stood in the middle of the zebra crossing, like a ridiculous dancer in a silent pantomime.

She danced and laughed as traffic passed by slowly and quietly.

"Dancing...? What do you see?"

Ying Lili curled her eyes, and malice was about to overflow from her jewel-colored eyes.

"I…"

Mori Yuesa pursed her lips and lied.

"I did not see anything."

That's it...

Eriri raised the hand that was clasped with Mori Tsukisa's fingers, opened her hand, and raised five fingers.

Click.

Broke the index finger.

"What do you see?" The finger that was bent inward swayed in front of Mori Yuesha's eyes.

"I...didn't see anything."

Click.

She broke her ring finger and the question was repeated.

I can't see...I can't see! I can't see anything!

I can’t see you tear open your cheeks to reveal your red muscle tissue, I can’t see your teeth being pulled out and stuffed into your palms; I can’t see your eye sockets being pried open, I can’t see you opening your skull…

Nothing can be seen.

The brain was softened by the five fingers of Ying Lili. The painter's fingers were strong, with calluses on the base of the thumb and the inside of the fingers. They stirred the brain, like a ball of hot brain on the barbarian's table.

White fat splattered everywhere.

There was artificial snow falling in front of the screen.

The snow flakes blocked the view, and the sky and the earth merged into one white.

Mori Yuesha huddled behind the trash can, hugging the rags she had picked up, shivering as she covered her knees. The whistling wind lifted the lid of the plastic trash can, and the thumping sound would not stop until the wind and snow stopped.

The snow was noisy and quiet. In the cold weather, few pedestrians would pass by such a corner. The girl's dry and thin body was stuck to the trash can, which reminded her of flies in summer.

She is the winter fly.

My stomach growled, but I couldn't open my eyes.

Her thoughts became slower and slower, and the biting ice and snow almost penetrated her skin and reached her brain, freezing her blood and nerves.

crunch.

crunch.

The sound of thick heels crushing the snow.

Mori Yuesha raised her chin hopefully, and through the corner of her eyes hidden in the rag, she vaguely saw a figure through the hole in the cloth.

Tall and serious. A deep vertical wrinkle between his eyebrows. His neat short hair falls back. It is a cold winter, but he has unbuttoned his leather jacket, revealing the shirt underneath. A silver fishbone chain hangs around his sturdy neck.

The thick-soled military boots creaked as they walked towards me.

Stop in front of Mori Yuesha.

"Oh, trouble."

Mori Yuesha only heard one complaint, and then the world started spinning.

She was picked up.

"Don't move."

There was a hint of gentleness in the man's serious voice.

The biting winter wind was blocked by the leather coat. He only held up the shirt with a wide opening and wrapped the girl in the leather coat. He walked on the snow, step by step firmly, splitting the broken jade of the whole world.

Not cold anymore.

Alia rolled her eyes at the man who was sitting cross-legged carelessly, and placed the hot porridge in front of Mori Yuesha.

It was an old house, and there were traces of cobwebs that had just been cleaned in the corners.

The woman was old but did not look old. Her hair was black and shiny, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes showed compassion. Her gentle and rough hands lightly touched Mori Yuesha's cool face.

"The child is frozen."

A small mermaid jumped out of the hot white porridge. The mermaid lady, who looked like she was taking a bath in a hot spring, lay on the wall of the wooden bowl, propped up her face, and greeted her.

'Welcome to the orphanage, little orphan.'

Mori Yuesha held the wooden bowl and asked, "Who are you?"

'I am the guardian of this orphanage.'

"So, everyone's going to drink your bath water?"

Miss Mermaid was very surprised that Mori Yuesha would ask this question. Her pierced face frowned and her body sank down.

'No one has ever asked me that question.'

"So you want to answer?"

The mermaid flapped her tail, and the green tail pushed the aroma of white porridge into the girl's nose.

She is hungry.

'Hehe...it seems you don't have much choice.'

Whoosh.

The mermaid with black hair and green tail dived into the white porridge and disappeared without a trace.