Chapter 87 Chapter 87 It’s you.
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The sound of coffee brewing.
The curtains fluttered gently in the breeze.
The sunset was beautiful. A charming mist drifted across the sky, illuminating the living room in a gorgeous crimson.
An empty syringe fell through the seam of the sofa onto the carpet and rolled to the bottom of the sofa.
"I remember that you like to add milk to your coffee and don't like sugar."
The man in his early thirties was leaning on a cane and speaking slowly. With a leisurely smile on his face, he held the coffee pot and poured rich coffee into a cup with cat ears printed on it. He then took out milk from the refrigerator, heated it, poured it into the cup, and made a beautiful maple leaf latte art.
"Here, a latte without sugar."
He placed the cup on the low table in front of the sofa.
“…”
The gray-haired young man lying on his side on the soft circular sofa opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was still wearing the white shirt, revealing his well-proportioned, slender, white legs. He looked handsome and youthful.
He seemed to be feeling unwell, and seemed to be afraid of the light. He covered his face with his elbows, tears streaming from the corners of his half-closed eyes, and his back, covered with sweat, was as tense as an overstretched rubber band.
The half-dried ash-gray hair clung to the trembling back like algae at the bottom of a river.
As he moved, some of his hair fell onto the carpet. The man, leaning on a cane, sat down beside him and stroked his hair soothingly.
The young man trembled under his touch. He raised his head and stretched out his hand towards the coffee, but his shaking fingertips only lifted the handle of the cup before he started shaking uncontrollably and the coffee spilled all over the table.
“…”
The man's breathing suddenly became heavier. He suddenly hugged the young man tightly, so hard that it squeezed his bones. He didn't care about the coffee on the table at all. He murmured infatuatedly, "My cat, you're back. You are so beautiful."
The young man was forced to lie in his arms, and instinctively wanted to struggle, but in the end he could only move his fingertips weakly. He could not hide his painful breathing, and his spasming fingers sank into the sofa. Sweat rolled into his eyes and flowed down with tears.
My heart is beating so fast, so painful...
Even if there was a solution later, he couldn't bear it now. He felt like his mind was melting in the high temperature.
His reaction to this potion was even greater than that to high-purity DP.
My mind was gradually becoming clearer, but my body was no longer under my control. It felt like I was stuck in a quagmire.
Unable to move.
"Good boy, good boy. Bear with it a little longer." The man kissed the top of his head tenderly. "It's only this time of suffering. It will be sweet from now on."
“…”
The man's legs were useless and he was on crutches, so he couldn't lift anyone. He asked the woman next to him to pick up the gray-haired young man.
Walking from the living room to the corridor, the monotonous footsteps sounded one after another, the sunset was blocked, and the light faded from light to dark.
"The game hasn't even started yet, and you've already fallen into my hands." He chuckled softly, "Sawada Tsunayoshi, White Jesso is still a 10-year-old child, the leader of the Port Mafia hasn't changed, and Dazai Osamu is not the same Dazai Osamu."
"However, it's too early to put 7 to the power of 3 on you. You're not yet a fully mature mother."
He leaned over and gently lifted the trembling gray-haired young man from the woman's arms. His fingers caressed the reddish ram's horn tattoo on his lower back.
"We have a lot of time to spend together before you mature. Cat, I want to hear you call my name hoarsely once more."
"Well……"
The gray-haired young man was in the woman's arms, his lower back was red as if it was burning. He kept shaking his head and dodging backwards, but the expressionless woman forced him to go to the man.
7 to the power of 3.
mother body...
The gray-haired young man's clenched teeth loosened, and his pupils involuntarily shrank into needles.
That's right. He remembered.
The pus-oozing ring that his future self was forced to wear bore the Vongola family crest.
The name Sawada Tsunayoshi... is the protagonist of Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Purple flame handcuffs, the Vongola family ring...
Is this old guy related to the protagonist's family from another anime? Are they allies? Or what?
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a strange bell ringing beside his ear.
For a moment, his sense of reality disappeared.
It sounded beautiful, like an angel whispering in your ear, yet it was more unbearable than the most terrible noise.
“…”
When Mo Shiyu came to his senses, he found himself holding his head, his body shaking violently, and screams and sobs of collapse and distortion coming out of his throat.
If someone hadn't held him, he would have fallen to the ground without being able to stand.
Karasuma Renya didn't seem surprised at all, and could even be said to be patting his back with an obsessive expression.
"This liquid is like DP to you." He smiled gently, "You like it very much after you get used to it. You cry so hard every time you get an injection. Your bones feel weak and your body feels like it's breaking down. It's extremely sensitive."
“…”
Damn, why is he so miserable in the future?
Mo Shiyu split open.
However, on second thought, since this old guy has also come back from the future.
Look at how he broke down and called him a bitch before...
It means that even if they both die, he will still win in the end.
Mo Shiyu slowly raised a cold sneer in his heart. He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the woman holding him.
After all, he was an adult man weighing more than 100 pounds, but the woman picked him up easily.
Is everyone in this world a Super Saiyan?
****
The woman followed Karasuma Renya and carried him into the bedroom.
Mo Shiyu had never seen such a large room, with a bold forest-style color scheme. Every object was placed just right. The mottled sunset shone in from the crimson window sill, and a half-opened book lay on the desk.
Lotus vines are winding around the bedposts, and next to it is a forest-style rocking chair hanging from the roof beam, dotted with bright lotus flowers.
It's really beautiful. It's poverty that limits his imagination.
The woman placed him on the rocking chair and tied his hands to his sides with the hanging green vines on the rocking chair.
Lotus vine...
Mo Shiyu had no strength at all and could only lie on his back at the rocking chair's mercy, his body swaying gently with it.
Her long, messy hair spread out behind her, half covered by her shirt.
The crimson sunset fell on him.
This scene is even more embarrassing and erotic than not wearing any clothes.
The corners of his eyes flushed an unbearable crimson.
Enough, I can’t stand it anymore.
"good."
Karasuma Renya gently smoothed his damp, clumps of gray hair. He opened the drawer, took out a beautiful but terrifying instrument, and gestured with his head tilted.
The expressionless woman leaned over and spread the gray-haired young man's bent legs.
"Well……!"
Mo Shiyu hastily raised his chin and clenched his hands, which were tied to both sides of the swing, in mid-air.
The next second, Karasuma Renya stopped moving.
Like a rusty machine, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the trident that was inserted into his heart from behind.
The handle of the short blade was held in a small white jade hand.
"Valentin, you..."
He raised his head and looked at the gray-haired young man who was unable to speak.
The green vines that bound his hands were torn apart and fell to the ground, twisting as if alive.
Mo Shiyu slid down the rocking chair and fell to the ground.
Several dolls crawled under him and served as cushions for them.
Mo Shiyu turned his head to the side, his eyes were unfocused, and in a trance, he thought he was trapped in a ball of warm cotton.
"Six Path Mukuro..."
Blood oozed from the corner of Karasuma Renya's mouth. He turned around and looked at the indigo-haired, heterochromic-eyed child behind him.
"Uncle, how do you know my name?"
The handsome boy seemed a little puzzled. He blinked his narrow, beautiful, heterochromatic eyes and tilted his head to ask, "And this room, which is somewhat similar to my illusion technique... This is probably the first time we've seen each other."
"Haha... who knows?"
Karasuma Renya narrowed his eyes viciously, "Why you?"
"I hate the mafia." Rokudo Mukuro pulled out his trident decisively, blood splattering on his eyebrows. When the man fell, he also leaned over and slashed without hesitation, cutting Karasuma Renya's throat with another knife.
"So, I couldn't just turn a blind eye when I saw the disgusting mafia bullying people."
The woman wanted to come over and support Uramaru Renya, but suddenly she tripped and fell to the ground.
She turned around and saw a doll holding her pants. When she looked over, it bared its fangs at her and, with a bit of coldness and anger, bit her head to pieces.
****
The old iron door was pulled open with a long creaking sound.
Rokudo Mukuro waved his hand to brush away the scattered dust.
Perhaps it was because he had been exposed to the glaring white light of the operating room for too long. After he was released, he preferred to live in dark corners and hated brightly lit places.
He carried a bag of apples and walked to the soft bed, looking down at the beauty on the bed.
He was indeed brought here by She Yu.
Sheyu's illusion skills are not very good, and with just a little kid like him, he can't hide beside Uramaru Renya for so long without being discovered.
The one in trouble is this handsome gray-haired killer brother. He doesn't mind helping him since he is the one She Yu has a crush on.
but……
The beautiful child with indigo hair and heterochromia pulled back a corner of the blanket and looked at the four white dolls with their tips stuck to the gray-haired beauty. She sighed softly, "Sheyu, you're almost flattened. You'll become a fool if you keep going like this."
She Yu didn't move, trying to stick to the body under him.
Liudao Mukuro was just trying to persuade her politely, but since Sheyu didn't listen, he didn't insist anymore. He conjured up a swing and sat on it, swinging.
He turned his head and looked at the gray-haired young man lying on the mattress.
The first impression is that his intermittent breathing is very pleasant, the color of his hair is very sexy, and he would kiss the doll's forehead in a daze.
When I feel uncomfortable, my shoulders will shake violently and I will instinctively curl up. The corners of my eyes will also become red and tears will seep out one by one.
She cried so pitifully.
There was also the scene where he was lying on the swing with his legs spread apart by that mafia woman.
The glucose drip was almost gone, so She Yu climbed down from Mo Shiyu's body and brought new medicine to replace the drip.
It was probably during these few tens of seconds that the gray-haired young man suddenly coughed a few times and clenched his teeth for a moment. He did not adjust his sleeping position and seemed to be about to bite the tip of his tongue. When Rokudo Mukuro reacted, he had already reached out and pressed his fingers against his teeth.
There was a sharp pain.
Rokudo Mukuro withdrew his hand and looked down at the small teeth marks on his fingertips.
The bite was deep and some blood was seeping out.
It was a nightmare.
The indigo-haired child with heterochromia thought that when he recalled today's memory in the future, it would be a painful and vivid picture.
“…” He turned around and saw the doll holding the medicine, and looked into its black, hole-like eyes.
Liu Dao Mukuro smiled, his cold and beautiful eyebrows drooping softly, "Don't look at me like that, Sheyu."
The doll didn't say anything and crawled over silently.
How terrifying. Rokudo Mukuro turned his head silently.
He looked at the gray-haired young man on the bed. The gray hair hanging behind his slender neck was soaked with sweat, and the warm touch was imaginable and within reach.
"He's awake."
Rokudo Mukuro tilted his head and watched as a slender, white hand reached out from under the quilt, picked up the doll, and touched the doll's cotton head with his tear-stained cheek.
He woke up and stopped crying.
When the gray-haired young man looked over, Rokudo Mukuro subconsciously smiled adorably, "Hello again, handsome killer brother."
The killer brother did not answer him.
This is normal. One look and you'll know that the drug he was injected with is too strong. No matter how strong his willpower is, it's useless. He can't even speak complete sentences, and it will probably be difficult for him to take care of himself.
The mafia in black clothes wants the killer brother to be inseparable from him.
To be honest, Rokudo Mukuro even thought that the gray-haired young man would suffer from an incurable sex addiction for the rest of his life, or some other similar malicious disease.
It's pitiful, but who in the world isn't pitiful?
That's why he hates this world.
At this time, Rokudo Mukuro saw Wawa handing him a white smiley mask.
The young man sat up, lowered his head and put on the mask.
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