[Comprehensive] Mr. Dazai who can't die

After a unilateral massacre ended.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked down on the ground, and just got up from the hospital bed, he could send his partner to the medical class for first aid, clapped his hands calmly, took back the special leather gloves, and said arrogantly, "Now, Dazai, you can follow me Let me tell you where this is."

Because of some exercise, a thin body of sweat soaked the black tights on Nakahara Nakaya's body, making his beautiful breasts faintly visible through the basically useless black gauze.

This is not the most exciting thing, even Nakahara is very arrogant towards Osamu Dazai, in fact...he is the most defenseless one in front of Osamu Dazai.

The back of the combat uniform is hollowed out. If you look at it from this bottom-up perspective, through the hollowed-out material...

Apart from some small flaws in height, the name of the strongest physical master of the port mafia is not for nothing, and he studied under Koyo Ozaki. Those so-called muscular men who can walk with their fists and stand with their arms.

Nakahara Chuya's body is streamlined as a whole, and he can have an enviable mermaid line without special maintenance.

And follow the two mermaid lines... to the end, there are those two faintly visible coral beads...

The player Osamu Dazai received a critical hit of [-] points, lost too much blood, KO.

Nakahara Chuya, who didn't know that the tofu all over his body was inadvertently eaten clean, looked at Dazai Osamu who suddenly had a nosebleed, and was a little nervous. Don't look at Dazai Osamu's bruises, but in fact Nakahara Chuya He was very measured, "Hey, Dazai, why did you suddenly have a nosebleed?"

Kneeling down worriedly, Nakahara also poked Dazai, who was dead or alive on the ground, with his hand. If the damn is not acclimatized, is it really necessary to ask the miko to come and jump the god to get the shoe size?

But precisely because Nakahara Chuya suddenly squatted down, the low-collared combat uniform bowed his head, and Dazai Osamu didn't even need to sneak a peek at the piece that was hollowed out from behind.

As long as you look up, the specially customized black collar of Choket on the beautiful white neck is like the so-called ABO novels that Osamu Dazai read when he was bored in the detective agency in those years. The ones that have to be worn are similar to chastity and obstetric belts.

If you look at it this way, if you can engrave Osamu Dazai's name in that collar... But it is really like what the king of the second middle school said, the Central Plains is also a beast tamed by Osamu Dazai.

It's a little exciting to think about it.Even though he was spreading unfounded ideas, Osamu Dazai still didn't have the reason to spit out the meat he ate.

You know, the most valuable thing is... Going a little further down, those two extremely alluring red dots strongly swear their sovereignty.

Osamu Dazai whistled inwardly at the completely different beauty he saw.He felt he had lost a little too much blood.

Struggling to stand up, after wiping off the nosebleed indiscriminately, he held Nakahara Chuya's hand with a sincere face, "Promise me, Chuya, will you go change your clothes?"

Nakahara Chuya: Huh?

Following Dazai Osamu's undisguised eyes, he lowered his head, stopped behind a certain scenery, "Oh, go to hell with the hot chicken."

He mercilessly withdrew his pitiful sympathy just now, and grabbed Dazai Osamu's brown hair without activating supernatural powers. The strongest Taijutsu master just relied on a brute force to smash the so-called 1.5 goose Dazai was pressed into the floor, "You can talk nonsense again, huh?"

The last sound of um, humming can be described as thousands of times, and somewhere in Dazai Osamu's place became rocky in an instant.However, the force coming from his scalp made it impossible for him to have any charming thoughts, and his mind was calm and cool.jpg.

"It hurts, it hurts." Dazai felt that his scalp was about to be ripped off, but even the thought of turning his head was directly suppressed by force.

"Dazai, be honest with me."

With a faint smell of tobacco, the scent belonging to Zhongye, just like him, broke into his nerves forcefully and unreasonably.

"It hurts, Chuya~" Seeing that Chuya is obviously not in the same timeline, Osamu Dazai is a little helpless, forget it, he will endure it now, and for the future...he can get it back with interest Come.

"That's what you deserve!" If it weren't for the need for two priests to walk out of the palace with their beards and tails later, he wished he could just kick this piece of trash to death, "Now, can you honestly start my question and answer?"

"No." Very arrogantly rejected the violent interrogation.

"Oh?" Nakahara Chuya raised his eyebrows and was very surprised. When did Osamu Dazai become so stubborn.

"Unless Zhong also promises to change this tights." He groaned and exchanged prices.

Oh, sure enough, I haven't been on the house for three days.

Osamu Dazai, who claimed to know everything about Nakahara Chuya, said, "Hey~ We haven't seen each other for a long time, and you've changed your mind. You used to call him sweet and cute, but now..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes at his increasingly naive partner who hadn't seen him for a few weeks, feeling a little helpless, "Get up first."

He is obviously only one month younger than him, why is this man so naive.

"No." Not only did he not agree, but he also climbed up the pole and grabbed Zhong Yuan Zhongye's slender ankle all the way up, and pulled the slender waist that he had coveted from the beginning.

He even buried his face in it very shamelessly, rubbing it.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also very puzzled, why he just went to Europe to frighten those local dragons, and kicked out the traitors who appeared in the port mafia, after returning.

This man directly degenerated into a three-year-old mentally retarded.

Struggled desperately, but Dazai, the dog skin plaster, made it stickier, "Get up, we have something to talk about."

There is no doubt that in every quarrel between Shuanghei and Zhongyuan Zhongye took the lead in making concessions.

Dazai Osamu's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Nakaya, did you agree?"

Nakahara Chuya: No, from which ear did you hear that I agreed?

Ignoring the little man's hesitation to speak, Osamu Dazai made a final decision, "That's it."

"No, what is your obsession with my clothes?"

"Hee hee, how can I wear such expensive clothes by myself?" Osamu Dazai said half-jokingly.

"Huh?" Just because of such a stupid reason?

"Yes~"

For the ancient people in the distant past, they could not show their cars or watches. If the privileged class wanted to show their identities, a very simple way was to use themselves as human figures.

No matter what era, precious metals such as gold and silver are common coins in the world, that is, in short, a symbol of status.

As the most beloved priest of the goddess Inanna in the legend, no matter what the truth is, as long as Uruk still believes in Inanna, the status of Zhongye in the Central Plains will only be high or not low.

That is to say, apart from the white robe that is necessary for the sacrifice, Zhongya Zhongya should have at least a golden belt on his body, and several gemstones the size of cat's eyes must be inlaid on the golden belt according to the regulations.

Not to mention there are some other pure gold jewelry.

Unprepared, Nakahara Chuya, who put on this full sacrificial suit for the first time, even a master of physical arts, couldn't hold back when he got up, and was almost bent over by the power of money.

Later, the name of the goddess Inanna was still named, and only then did the tights at the beginning come into being.

but now……

"Dazai, I think it's ironic for you to wear this white sacrificial robe on you."

This person is already so dark, okay!