Copy: Fuyuki died and was lost. Until one day, she fell onto the snow and was saved from the blade by a red少年.
The scarf was warm, dispelling the cold.
He said to her: "I offer you ...
Chapter 84
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Hōmōra.
He leaned back lazily on the sofa and said, "You guys, stop treating this place like a party spot. It's making it hard for us to do business."
It's simply illogical to have so many minors in a bar.
Bai Yin, with a taut, delicate face, raised her hand and drank the juice. She elegantly wiped her mouth and said, "Since I had nothing else to do, I came to see you all. Otherwise, it would be too boring."
Since she kidnapped Yatogami Kuroh, she has completely stopped thinking about her king and is quite relaxed for the time being.
Colorless draped his arm over Silver's shoulder and said with a grin, "Well, since Mr. Kusanagi Idekai didn't say anything, we'll excuse ourselves first."
Kusanagi Izumo diligently wiped the cups, listening to their conversation without uttering a word, simply continuing to wipe the cups with unwavering determination.
Anna Kushina sat next to Akane, her eyes sparkling. Looking at so many "peers" in the bar, it was a truly novel experience.
Before Akari arrived, HOMRA only had her as a friend. After she arrived, HOMRA had two friends, and now she has four friends in the small bar.
The number of people continued to increase, but there was no bad atmosphere.
great.
Bai Yin reached out his hand to her and said, "Anna, have this."
The glittering red candies stood out in Anna Kushina's vision, not only because she could only see red, but also because they were very beautiful and the power of red was very prominent.
That is the power of red.
Chi raised an eyebrow and said, "No wonder you asked me for help the other day; it turns out it was for something like this."
"It's quite childlike."
This is her assessment.
Anna Kushina took the candy, smiled shyly, and said, "Thank you."
A girl with long white hair wore a red dress, looking like a delicate doll. When she suddenly smiled at you, probably no one could resist being moved.
Silver clutched his heart and limped back to sit beside Colorless.
She murmured, "She's so well-behaved."
She's even more well-behaved than her husband's new shell.
No, these two cannot be compared.
Now she finally understood how those spirits felt when Fuyuki smiled at them.
Perhaps Fuyuki hasn't realized it yet, but as Shirogane, she has truly experienced it.
At this moment, Fuyuki did not actively look at her perspective.
What a pity.
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On the street, a girl with long black hair walked slowly along the sidewalk, her dark eyes constantly scanning the surrounding shops.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks.
A charming little cake shop stands resolutely in front.
Oh, it's the Dream Lover store!
Her eyes lit up instantly.
The entire cake shop is decorated in warm colors, making people feel comfortable and cozy.
After looking at them, Dongshu made a difficult decision and chose a small and delicate cake.
Looking at the excessively sweet milk tea and cake in front of her, Dongshu didn't hesitate and picked up a small fork to start eating.
The perfect balance of sweetness and a hint of milkiness, with a subtle strawberry flavor that can be detected upon closer inspection.
It is filled with fruit pieces, and the cream and fruit have a smooth texture. The cream and fruit are mixed with white cream, and the aroma and soft taste of the cream blend together, making it seem to melt in your mouth and leaving you with a lingering aftertaste.
The cake was satisfying, and the milk tea was just as good.
Its texture is smooth and full-bodied, with a sweet taste and a hint of tea aroma that stimulates the taste buds. The sweet aroma lingers on the tip of the tongue, releasing its charm without any shyness and leaving endless longing.
Honestly, I'm so happy!
"Owner."
The sound of the door being opened followed.
Fuyuki, biting a fork, turned around and walked in against the light, carrying a straw hat and a small dagger.
Her voice was filled with laughter: "Xiao Ye, you're back."
"Yes," Sayo Samonji replied seriously.
He put down what he was holding and walked up to Dongshu. Before he could speak, another sound came from the doorway.
"Xiaoye, don't run so fast."
A light yet clear voice came through as the beautiful and melancholic Sozo Samonji leaned against the doorframe.
His eyes were fixed on the man and the knife inside the room. He sighed, walked in, put down what he was carrying, and went to stand in front of Fuyuki.
“Okay, brother.” Xiaoye Zuowen always responded to everything in a very formal and methodical manner.
Soza Samonji rubbed his head, looked up at the Saniwa and said, "Master, all is well."
Dongshu nodded in agreement and patted the seat next to her: "Sit down."
On holidays, you should rest well.
Today's characters are Sayo Sajimon and Sozo Sajimon.
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"No way..."
"But it is indeed..."
Colorless nudged Silver and said, "Go."
Bai Yin frowned and refused, saying, "No, don't push me."
The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
"Come here, I see you."
It was dusk, and half of the narrow alleyway was shrouded in shadow, giving it a dim and heavy feel that contrasted sharply with the sunset in the sky. This alleyway possessed an unusual quietness; not even the occasional noise could be heard, creating a special sense of tranquility and isolation.
The dappled light and shadows were dim, and a blurry figure in the alley turned its face. It called softly, "Hey, silver, colorless...right?"
Silver paused for a moment, then pulled Colorless into the alley, their figures blending into the shadows.
Looking at the humanoid creature before him, Bai Yin hesitated and said, "Dresden... Slate?"
The humanoid figure nodded; it had no face, no visible expression, and its flat voice betrayed no emotion. The Dresden Slate said, "It's been a while since I left the Pillar Tower; I'm getting a little bored."
Colorless peeked out from behind Silver and said, "So why didn't you come out last time?"
She paused, looked Dresden up and down, and added, "In this form."
Fuyuki had been away from the world traveling for so long that he had no idea that his old friend had already taken on this form.
Dresden Slate tilted its head in confusion and said, "She was the one who established the communication channel first."
There were no requirements regarding the form of the dialogue at the time.
Wu Se choked, then coughed twice to ease the awkwardness, saying, "Okay, but—"
Wuse looked at the Dresden slab in its current state: "Is there not enough energy? Why is it in such an incomplete state?"
Dresden shook his head and said, "That's enough. Too human-like is not good."
The tone was calm and even, yet one could sense the speaker's concern.
Dresden slate is the most attentive to people.
It fulfilled humanity's expectations with its own power, granting them superhuman strength, single-handedly facilitating the birth of kings, making the world more chaotic, and also achieving rapid progress.
Baiyin brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear and, with a gentle expression, stepped closer and said, "Whatever makes you happy, just don't disturb our vacation."
Although they, as Wang Jian, always seem busy, this world is actually their home. Now, it's time to go home and visit this eternal source of support.
They did what they wanted to do.
Whether it's rescuing people, abducting people, or condoning people.
It was all their own will.
Just as Fuyuki wanted to enjoy herself with the spirits, the world opened a passage exclusively for her; just as Akane wanted to save Totsuka Tatara, Midori turned a blind eye; just as Muro hated the newborn Colorless King, she could go wherever she wanted...
I always understand myself, and I will never stop myself.
They understand what their other self wants, and they also understand where the boundaries lie.
This is the tacit understanding that belongs to the Wang Jian team.
This is a tacit understanding unique to "Winter Tree".
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On the other side, on the dimly lit screen, a boy on a skateboard sped past, but the screen's gaze followed him until he was no longer visible, before returning to its original perspective.