Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

I don't know how much time has passed here, but no matter how thick a book is or how long a story is, it will end in the end.

The orange-haired young man felt that he had overlooked a lot, and suddenly he fast-forwarded to the white-haired evil spirit walking on the white, cold and desolate snow field, walking barefoot on the white snow, and the traces left by him were quickly blown away by the wind. Snow, covering up the traces.

The drug seller knew just by looking at it, that the other party didn't want them to see more, or that they had stayed in this memory for too long, and it was time to leave.Sure enough, when the ice-like evil ghost saw the black-haired man in the snow, everything shattered and flew away like snowflakes.In the end, not far away, what was hidden in memory is revealed.

A string of bells.

Zhongyuan Zhong also recognized at a glance that this string of bells was worn on the wrist of the white-haired evil spirit, and finally left for the black-haired man.Did that man return the string of bells to the other party?Why can't the white-haired evil spirit speak?Many questions lingered in his mind, but before thinking about the answers to these questions, there was one more important thing, which was to end this abnormal heavy snow.

Zhong also stepped forward and picked up the string of bells. In an instant, everything became thinner, and finally dissipated completely, together with the wind and snow.

So easy, it's over.

It's not the first time that Zhongyuanzhong has encountered such a thing that doesn't require fighting and can recycle books. It's just that there has never been a time, like this time, that made him suddenly want to read this story seriously. impulse.He looked at the string of bells in his hand, it didn't change back to the book, but it was enough. "Mr. Yaolang..." He turned his head, and just as he was about to say something to the light-blond-haired youth beside him, he found that the figure of the other party had disappeared.

"Ha." He touched his head, "I'm going back to find my husband." Zhong Yuanzhong also sneezed suddenly, rubbed his arms, looked up at the completely clear sky, and muttered in a low voice: "I always feel , I seem to have been mentioned just now. However, it is finally over." Keeping the bell safe, he jumped up and directly used his supernatural power.

"Should be in time for lunch by now." The wind whistled past him, he took out his phone, and checked the time. It was still 10 minutes away. If he estimated it, he would arrive just in time.

......

The maid with mercury-colored long hair suddenly raised her head. She put the flowers in the vase and turned around. "Sir, Chuya-sama is back." She patted her skirt and walked outside.

The orange-haired young man handed the bells to Mr. Fumeng, and saw that the other party looked at the string of bells carefully first, with gentle movements, as if he was treating some precious treasure. "Sir, what is this?" He naturally knew that this was the core of the book, but from the man's attitude, it could be seen that the string of bells was probably not just the core.Mr. Fumeng smiled, "You've seen this, right?" His tone was extremely certain.Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, "Yes." The man tapped the bell lightly, and the golden light faded away, turning into a book.

"This represents the past, something that is not needed now." The man with black hair and golden pupils said this.Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little surprised in his heart, because from those memories, it can be seen that this string of bells is quite important and precious.Mr. Fumeng closed one eye, and the corner of his lips curled up, "Because someone bought a pair of anklets, so the bracelet is no longer needed."

Zhong Ye was stunned for a moment, at first he thought it was bought by a white-haired evil spirit, but after thinking about it carefully, could it be another person with the attitude of Mr.

Fu Meng put the book in front of the young man, and the other party looked at him with those cobalt blue eyes, "You want to read this book, right." Those golden eyes seemed to see through everything.Zhongyuan Zhong also took the book, and saw the words on the cover, "Xueyeyuan." Mr. Fumeng couldn't help showing a helpless smile when he thought of those two friends.

"You can find the things you want to know in this book." The man picked up the teacup from the table, "If you are lucky, you might be able to ask them yourself." Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked , "Ask, could it be?!" He looked down at the book in his hand, "White-haired evil spirits and black-haired evil spirits, do they really exist?"

Mr. Floating Dream smiled, "Of course, it is real. Or, this story comes from them." This story comes from his two friends, his two friends.After going through many things, after a long time, they are still playing around like this, wandering freely and casually in the world.But more often, Fumeng would wonder whether these two guys felt the relationship between each other.However, it seems that neither of them is the type who can speak clearly.

He could only remember the black-haired evil spirit who came to him and asked if he could replace the bell bracelet on his wrist. He replied, no, it is better to say that the other party had already made a decision in his heart.After the black-haired man made his decision, he handed over the bell bracelet worn by the white-haired evil ghost to himself for safekeeping.It's not because the bell bracelet is no longer precious, but because there are more precious things.

"So, can I write you into a story?" he asked, holding a bell bracelet.The dark-haired man agreed.He doesn't care about the past or the future, because ghosts are all hedonists.

Floating dream came back from the memory of the past, turned his head and saw Zhongyuan Zhongya who was reading with relish, he covered the smile on his lips with a teacup, "That's great."

"Sir." The mercury-haired maid came in, her eyes of the same color were like inorganic machines, "Lunch is ready, shall we go to the restaurant now?" The black-haired man nodded. "Chuya-kun." The orange-haired young man closed the book, "Let's go, sir." The two stood up, followed behind Cressbey, and walked towards the restaurant.

"Sir, I met Mr. Yakuro." Although the essence is the mafia, the extremely serious and enthusiastic Zhongyuanzhong is also quite polite. He talked with Mr. Fumeng about what happened today.

The man with black hair and golden eyes listened to him, "Have you met him?" He wasn't surprised, rather, he already knew all this. "How do you feel?" Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, and found words from his own thesaurus to describe the other party. "He is a very mysterious, but respectable person." He lowered his eyes, and his cobalt blue eyes had a hint of deep thought, but the other party probably didn't have a good impression of human beings, just like Mr.

He raised his head and glanced at the black-haired man beside him.

"He is a gentle guy." The black hair behind Fumeng was raised, and the golden pupil seemed to have a round of sun, shining brightly, "Mr. Zhongye, you don't need to care about that thing, just be yourself." Zhong Yuanzhong also froze for a moment, "That thing?" He repeated.

"That's right, that thing." The black-haired man stopped, turned around, stretched out his hand, and pointed to his chest. "That thing." The orange-haired young man blinked, and he lowered his eyes, "Sir, do you know the story of Rage God?" Mr. Fumeng smiled, "I think, for this story, you should find other stories. It would be better for seniors to ask." Zhong also showed a puzzled expression, and the man withdrew his hand, "There is a world, you can go and see, there are many people like you there. They understand these things better than me. "

That, the world called "Song with the Whale".

Zhong Yuanzhong also realized that he might come into contact with something on another level, related to the gods.He paused, "I'm sorry to trouble you, sir." He wanted to press the hat on his head, but it was a pity that he couldn't touch it.He withdrew his hand a little embarrassedly.The man looked soft, "Mr. Zhongye, get used to it." He smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the orange-haired young man's head, as if looking at his own junior.

"Chuya-kun, according to the standards of gods, you are still a newborn child." The man showed a mischievous smile. "In the eyes of other gods, you are just a newborn baby?"

Unlike the so-called gods in this world, most of them are just concepts, not entities, and do not have their own consciousness. In other worlds, especially those who have gods and occupy most of the gods in the world In the world, all ages are in units of ten thousand.

After Zhongyuan Zhong also realized this fact, he couldn't help but rubbed his cheeks, "Sir." He looked helplessly at the man who occasionally showed bad intentions, and the other raised his eyebrows.

"Let's not talk about that, let's eat first." Mr. Floating Dream tilted his head, and Cressby, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately began to set up the dining table.

At this time, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, until he fell silent in front of the table full of red dishes.As a neon man, he is not very able to eat spicy food from the country on the other side of the sea.This is basically two things!

The man with black hair and golden pupils smiled, looking very gentle and kind, and said in a soft tone: "Chuya, let's taste it." Looking at the smile on the other side, the orange-haired young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he He covered himself up with a cup of tea.

"What's the matter, Nakaya-kun? Claire is very good at cooking Chinese cuisine."

At that moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also fully realized that the man named God has the same characteristics as most gods, that is, he is keen on pranks.Zhongyuan Zhong also sincerely hoped in his heart that if he really became a god, he would not become like this.In other words, he felt that it would be better to be a human being.His eyes wandered for a moment, and he suddenly thought of his former partner.

If he could, he hoped, let Osamu Dazai face this, not him.

[I exchange this ring for your bracelet.

これでブレスレットをchange えよう. 】

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