Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Mori Yuesha rolled her hair into small curls and slowly came to the bedside. She leaned forward slightly with a strange expression: "The soul ten days ago is different from the soul now."

Two dark eyeballs stared at Jigsaw's new body for a long time.

"I have no doubt about your conviction to use yourself as bait. But that also depends on the situation that you have no way out, right? I have the mentality of 'I will die anyway', so why not use the remaining life to do something great? Before, you were a little closer to a detective, but now..."

Mori Yuesha shook her finger: "Not even close to him."

The owner of the puppy eyes, who were already a little droopy, was very disappointed, and his tone became much lower: "You lost the game, Mr. Jigsaw. You see, I saw something called 'hope' in the eyes of your new body - the game has become boring."

The fate of death is upon them, and those who bear it awaken a desire to touch and act on behalf of the gods.

Naturally, this smell attracted the witch who was into trouble.

She gave hope of life to those who were in despair - to escape death, to change their appearance, to regain their youth, and to start all over again... afterwards.

You have become almost like those you judged.

The only difference is the intellectual superiority.

Well, that's boring.

"The believers are crazy, and there is a reason for that... It takes a little bit of extreme to touch the gods." Mori Yuesha reached out and gently pinched the throat of Jigsaw's new body...

work hard.

In an instant, this male body as strong as a rugby player was pulled out of the hospital bed!

boom!

The connection point between the infusion needle and various body indicator detection points was disconnected, and the machine next to the bed made a shrill scream of dripping!

Cobb frowned, and his right foot just taken out retracted under Nagini's cold gaze...

That's a warning.

"I see desire in your eyes... desire to survive..." Mori Yuesha pressed the man against the wall, and after roughly tightening her grip, the young cheeks began to turn red with blood. She put her face close to the struggling man: "Ten days ago, you were determined to die, and would rather reduce the few years of your life to realize your ideals - great. But now, you are struggling, panting, and helpless like an ordinary mortal..."

"Please."

"Please let me go and spare your new body that has infinite possibilities."

The palm tightened again.

“What a big change.”

She bent her elbows, closing the distance between herself and the man, and put her lips close to his ear. She said softly, "But, that would be a joke, old man. Do you know what the reward for this game is? It's an answer."

The man who was struggling like a fish out of water was unable to feel the sweet scent of the girl beside his ears. In his increasingly confused mind, the clear voice sounded like the horrible laughter of the most evil devil in hell.

"The answer, the answer is: I like you guys."

"I particularly like the way you, who are ignorant of your own fragility and arrogance, look down on other lambs in the flock from a superior position. This is so interesting..." The girl suddenly giggled: "Why can't you be consistent? Then you win this game..."

What a pity.

"Saying 'I am as brave as a bull' doesn't mean you are really a big-horned bull that is invincible when it charges. Controlling the fate of others like a god behind the monitor and watching them howl in pain and hurt themselves doesn't mean you are really a god... Mr. Jigsaw, you have deceived yourself."

The palms continue to tighten.

The man clinging to the wall was about to lose the strength to struggle. He used his last breath to widen his eyes, looking at the smiling Mori Yuesha with desire and complexity, and a series of dry "ho ho" sounds came out of his throat...

Soon, even this sound disappeared.

He heard the words in his ears becoming softer and softer...

This was also the last thing his body heard.

"'I understand human nature' - I guess not, Mr. Jigsaw."

Awaken the lifeless plants, and as they begin to develop new hope...

Put it out again.

The look in his eyes at that moment was so interesting.

Hope comes to an abrupt end.

pat.

The body fell onto the floor tiles and knocked over the table lamp standing nearby.

The interlaced light in the room was slightly distorted. The scattered shadows of the light fell on the face of the girl who turned around, tearing her bright features into pieces and making them look weird.

Cobb's stomach began to cramp and he felt a strong urge to vomit.

"I'm going to avenge you, Miles' son-in-law."

Mori Yuesha grinned, and all the oppression around her instantly melted away in her smile. The warm light was emitting a reassuring light as usual.

Cobb hid behind Arthur. So much had happened in such a short time that his emotions were mixed.

——He didn't understand why Mori Yuesha had taught the sorcery that could give people 'eternal life' to the person who kidnapped him and tried to kill him; now, he didn't understand why Mori Yuesha had been observing him with great interest for ten days, watching him go to great lengths to stuff his old soul into his young body...

He killed him without hesitation.

What is the purpose?

This is a meaningless result, equivalent to going back to the starting point after going around in a circle.

The man could not figure out what was going on in the head of the girl with the bright smile in front of him.

"Didn't the master say he would avenge you?" Nagini said casually with a cold face as she looked at her lover who was staring at the corpse in a daze.

Cobb shook his head: "But you told me before that it was because it was 'interesting'." If that was the case, it would be even harder for him to understand. Wouldn't that make him crazy?

Nagini looked back at him without saying anything. She twisted her waist and walked forward, gently hugging the girl who was standing there in a daze.

She pressed her lips against Mori Yuesa's hair, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Have you had enough fun?" Nagini hugged her tightly.

"Yes." Mori Yuesha nodded gently: "...help me turn my head back, Nagini."

"what happened?"

"Did I scare my little lion?"

Hermione had seen the whole thing over the past ten days, and the same thing happened just now.

She lowered her head and said nothing.

Draconian is...

I was shaking violently.

Miss Malfoy was so excited that she was in the same situation as before. Nagini shrugged her nose, let go of her hand with disgust, and pushed Mori Yuesha away unhappily.

"How disgusting, you've got another servant with a weird fetish. My wife Yuno is in good company now."

"Hehe... cool, right?"

"Cool ass. Disgusting."

Chapter 193 The Tycoon's Request

Let’s not talk about Draconian’s little quirks for now. Anyway... can the things about pure-blooded nobles be said to be disgusting?

No.

Hermione's silence was beyond Nagini's expectations.

This always righteous lion lady did not show any dissatisfaction with what Mori Yuesha did, and did not object at all during and after the process, even though Nagini arranged for Imhotep to clean up the mess.

'What did you ask him to do?'

'The old man has his own followers and relatives.'

'So, you let him kill them?'

"It is the servant's duty to clean up the mess for the master. There is no need for Mori Yuesha to ask for this matter personally. What, do you have any objection?"

Hermione didn't say anything, glanced at Nagini, turned around and followed Mori Yuesha away.

The extremely intelligent girl is different from Draconi. She knows very well what she has chosen and what she will face in the future. If Draconi is a blind and fanatical believer, she is another kind of "fanatic" who still believes in religion after calm and rational analysis.

Although they made the same choice, both of them believed that they were the only sober one.

Who knows.

The matter of Jigsaw ends here. Because Mori Yuesha has been dragging her feet here for quite some time, now a trouble has come.

——For Cobb, it is, but for Mori Yuesa, it means another interesting story.

The man who came called himself Saito.

The middle-aged tycoon, whose suit looked expensive, approached Cobb in a grand manner and caught him in the act at the hotel where they were staying.

Previously, Cobb and Arthur worked for Kabul Energy Company, and their target was Mr. Saito. They invaded his dream to steal information about a huge acquisition, but they were discovered by the other party.

"If there hadn't been an accident, you wouldn't have been able to stop me." The fat middle-aged Mr. Ke muttered. Having seen Mori Yuesha's ability twice, he was no longer afraid of the bodyguards she brought. "Mr. Saito, this is a normal business operation."

“Does that count as corporate espionage?”

The energy tycoon, who was wealthy, had a tough face. He had a mole above his cheekbone, short hair, and thick black eyebrows. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, smiling, and took the red wine that Nagini poured and handed over, and thanked her politely.

Nagini said nothing, but stepped back.

"Dom Cobb. A gifted dream stealer and murderer of his wife."

The man's eyebrows jumped.

"Are you investigating me?"

The tycoon sipped his red wine and smiled: "I have to know something about the thief's past. Mr. Thief, your unparalleled talent should not be used to do such a stupid thing that digs your own grave."

Cobb stared at him. "What do you want to say?"

Saito took a sip of wine, and then picked up the cup and sniffed it in surprise. He turned his head and looked at Mori Yuesa who was painting and the maid who stood silently beside him: "It seems that you have found a new employer."

Expensive and precious wine.

Cobb can afford it, but he probably won't be willing to buy it. This is not the level he can afford. So, this girl...

"My name is Mori Tsukisa, Mr. Saito."

This sentence was said in Japanese. Mori Yuesha held the scraper and left intermittent blocks of color on the paper.

"I have no ill intentions, young lady." Saito politely touched his chest and greeted: "I came to Cobb because of my daughter. I will not retaliate against him for what he called "business behavior" - the magical talent of being able to enter dreams." The man looked at Cobb again: "I need you to do me a favor, dream stealer."

"Something about my daughter's psychology..."

Cobb interrupted, "I'm not a doctor, Mr. Saito. I'm not a psychiatrist, and I don't know hypnosis. If you have emotional problems, you have to find the person who hurt her."

"I have chopped the people who hurt her into pieces." Saito's words revealed a hint of murderous intent, which lingered at the corners of his lips and retreated at the first sign of trouble: "It's not a relationship between a man and a woman, and I don't need you to provide psychological guidance to anyone. Cobb, Arthur, both of you. My daughter is in a coma."

He lowered his eyes, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.

"my daughter."

"I'm too busy and sometimes I don't have time to take care of her."

"She often flies to Japan. Her mother is the heiress of a large local group." Saito told the people in the room the cause: "An assassination. She watched her mother die at gunpoint. That's right, Cobb. That's my wife."

Cobb listened quietly.

"So, you said, 'You have to look for the person who hurt her for emotional problems' - the killer has been cut into pieces by me... This is not important. What is important is that she has fallen into a self-protective coma since that day."

Speaking of coma, this billionaire was very troubled. He hired countless experts from all over the world and spent a long time - but the results were not satisfactory.

There are some things that money can't help with.

"They said that this is the body's self-preservation and the brain's self-destruction. My daughter..." Saito put down the wine glass and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands. "Analysis, examination... She has no will to live, and it seems that she will sleep forever..."

As the boundaries of the medical field expand, so too do the unknowns.

"The vital signs are stable, the EEG is normal..."

"Pseudo-vegetative state..."

It was a rare, even unique case. Experts were at a loss as to what to do.

"Don't want to wake up?"

Saito shook his head in embarrassment: "The premise of her unwillingness is that she still has self-awareness. I can't confirm it."