Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Gulu.

A strange sound of swallowing saliva suddenly rang out in the one-man show.

Everyone looked at the chef strangely.

George Romy licked his lips, his eyes full of meaning: "I am not a person who is unwilling to share, my dear friend. Ingredients, there is an island of ingredients waiting for us... Why can't you speak out boldly?"

"I…"

"Relax, relax, okay?"

"I think…"

The piece of meat was picked up and placed in the chef's palm.

"A door to a new world, just need to chew..."

"Chewing gently and attentively..."

The meat slices were ground by the teeth until blood came out, and the tenderness and fragrance filled the mouth.

"perhaps."

George Romey looked at the guards around him.

"You guys want to try it too?"

The sound of swallowing...

Eat it…

Eat more and eat better.

Keep chewing, keep swallowing, keep craving...

What is lost...

You will eventually find it through the grinding of your teeth...

Right?

"Mr. Able."

George Romy stroked Ashley, who had already turned cold, and dug out a slippery eyeball and rubbed it in his hand.

“Even God has prosthetic limbs, what else do we have to hold on to?”

The lover's eyeballs were shattered in the mouth and chewed into fragrant and soft mud.

If desire could spread...

It will be the most powerful virus in the world.

Chapter 72 The Unreliable Lady

Half a day ago.

Jingle Bell--

Jingle Bell…

'Hello! This is Sasa, the most beautiful girl with the best figure. If you have any questions, please leave a message! '

The other end of the phone: ...

'After the beep, please -'

Then came a crude imitation that anyone could recognize.

'drop! '

'beep! '

"You can say it now!"

The other side: ...

"Ahem, it's me. Kasumigaoka Utaha." She leaned against the bed with her phone as a pillow, her long hair loose: "Your phone is not working, where did you go? I want to return 'that' to you as soon as possible, you know... if there is a call..."

"You...Please call back as soon as you receive this message."

Click.

He hung up, his face dark and unclear.

Mori Tsuki…

Where did you go?

…………

……

Jingle Bell--

Jingle Bell…

The pink phone on the desk began to vibrate continuously.

The clacking sound of typing disappeared into the room.

There was no electric light, only the computer screen dimly illuminating Kasumigaoka Utaha's slightly sore face.

Mori Tsuki…

You are really killing me.

The cell phone didn't answer, the landline didn't return the call, and the person just disappeared like that? !

This phone...

But it will be fatal.

——For things like "borrow and return", the problem usually occurs at the last step. If it weren't for the fact that Kasumigaoka Utaha thought she knew Mori Tsukisa well, someone else would almost think that the other party was deliberately trying to trick them...

After all, that's how she tricked a guy.

Jingle Bell--

Second sound.

The monster that was clinging to her would not let go. Even if she accidentally 'lost' the phone or gave it to someone else, it would eventually return to her pocket.

"The Omniscient Peach"...

If you don't answer, you will die.

How many times does the ringing sound at most?

How long do I have?

Kasumigaoka Utaha pushed away her chair, quickly put on her coat, grabbed her cell phone and ran out - taking a fruit knife from the dining table in the living room.

If you reach the last step, you can only try it...

Mori! Moon! Sa!

You crazy woman!

Play disappear!

His brain was screaming wildly, but his hands and feet opened and pushed the door very nimbly, and he jumped out of the house like a nimble and agile cat.

The girl ran wildly under the moonlight.

I should have thought of it earlier. I should have realized it the day I chose to take this thing from Mori Yuesha. This is another world, a world of dangerous, strange and extraordinary creatures.

Jingle Bell--

The third sound.

The girl ran faster and faster in her loafers, even if she had to fight or die, she couldn't stay near home.

Father and Mother...

correct.

That…person.

But once you tell her your identity...

No.

It’s too late to think so much!

Kasumigaoka Utaha took out her cell phone from her pocket and dialed a number that she had recently saved...

beep…

Click.

The call was picked up quickly.

"Which one?"

A familiar cold voice.

Kasumigaoka Utaha held back her breath from running and said, "Is it Yukinoshita-san?"

The response repeats the first sentence when answering the call.

"Which one?"

"…I'm Kasumigaoka Utaha, a second-year student. I don't know if you know—"

A clear voice interrupted the rapid breathing here.

——For a long time in the future, this label of "childish" and "unyielding" will be engraved on Yukinoshita Yukino's head because of today's conversation.

"Of course I know."

The sound rose and fell.

"Miss Tao Xin, that's right."

——Don’t show off your IQ, I’m being hunted by my schoolmate.

"Why are you looking for me so late..."

Finally, it was Kasumigaoka Utaha's turn to interrupt: "Listen to me, I'm being chased by something right now. Do you remember the place where we agreed to meet?"

"Ah."

"The second young lady of the Yukinoshita family should have some special means of self-defense, right? Don't tell me you're just acting on impulse..."

"Stop talking useless nonsense and tell me what that 'thing' is."

Kasumigaoka Utaha heard the rustling sounds of clothes and closet doors opening and closing on the other end of the phone.

"Have you never heard of the 'all-knowing peach' ghost story?" Kasumigaoka Utaha warned: "Someone has died at its hands. You can choose not to come - if I die, please remember to inform my parents."

After hanging up the phone, he ran faster.

She is not a woman with a strong sense of morality, especially in life-and-death situations. She can't handle the monster on the other end of the phone by herself, and Yukinoshita Yukino shouldn't be able to deal with it either, but...

People who fall into the water always need to grab something to feel at ease.

Besides, the worst possible outcome would be that he would die in front of her. The competitive schoolgirl who was the target of a ghost story would definitely hold on until Mori Yuesa called back.

Maybe, if she had a gun...

Maybe there is still a chance for me.

Can a gun deal with it?

Thinking only takes a moment, and the moment you hang up the phone, another number appears on the phone screen.

Call the police.

No matter how the official ritualist mentioned by Mori Yuesha interrogates her, or whether the organization behind her will be exposed - she can't care about that anymore, Kasumigaoka Utaha, she has to survive first!

beep…