My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 The body floated up, and was directly shot across a large parabola, and then thrown backwards.

　　 After landing, he rolled several times in a row before he barely stopped his body.

　　 "Haah, goo!"

　　 The blood came out.

　　 Not just overflowing from the mouth, Fujiwara Starry sky looked down, the sickle that penetrated his right chest turned into black mist and floated away, and a large amount of blood spewed out from the wound.

　　 "It's really invincible within the rules of urban legends."

　　 He twisted his face and made a painful noise.

　　 Niijima was so scared that his face paled.

　　, who has been watching the battle, knows better than anyone how strange the blow just now is.

　　 The sickle was clearly blocked by Taito, but how could it suddenly change its orbit, stretch in an impossible shape and in an impossible direction, and penetrate the chest of Fujiwara Star.

　　 Just like the handle of a sickle is soft mud, it will bend when it meets resistance.

　　 Such a ridiculous blow, who can block it, no matter what strategy the enemy adopts, he will definitely be hit by the sickle.

　　 This is a killer!

　　 Niijima shook his head really violently, and ran over to help the Fujiwara Starry sky.

"Are you OK......"

　　'S voice trembled so hard that he could not hear clearly, and an indescribable panic spread in his heart.

　　 "Fujiwara..."

　　 Two exclamations sounded at the same time.

　　 Ishikamigawa and Saito Asuka ran up from behind Miyano Mamoru.

　　 In the helicopter hovering overhead, the scope of the anti-material rifle has been aimed at Serti, who is still standing still.

　　 At this distance, the kinetic energy of the bullet can already ignore the wind speed.

　　 The trigger was pulled.

　　Meiji Shrine’s special bullet wrapped in a faint blue light cut through the rainy night, and through Selti’s chest, a large black mist exploded...

"Wow......"

　　 Fujiwara Stars vomited a big mouthful of blood, and the dazzling red liquid left from the corner of his mouth, wet the collar of the school uniform, wet the tights of Niijima, and seeped into the tender thigh.

　　 The scorching blood made her convulsive.

　　 "Are you okay..." Niijima really yelled anxiously, with a faint cry in her voice.

　　 "Drink this soon." She hurriedly took out a blue potion and poured it into Fujiwara Star's mouth.

　　 The medicine entrance slowly penetrates into various organs in the body to control the injury. Although it will not heal for a while, it is hard to keep it from getting worse.

　　 "I can't die..." Fujiwara Hoshizora twitched the corner of his mouth, barely pulling an ugly smile on his face.

　　 50% less pain is reduced. This skill is really a shame. This injury has passed through gritted teeth before, but now it's dying.

　　 gritted his teeth slowly, comforting himself in his heart, forget it, there is nothing to complain about.

　　 Win with less loss?

　　No, no, that's too extravagant.

　　 Fujiwara Star’s life credo is: a little bit is left as a win.

　　 "Now you know, it is invincible within the rules of urban legends... ahem..."

　　Blood spurted from his throat, splashing Shinjima's face.

　　 "Don't think that you are so good... You are going to die... The old woman must not tear me alive... Cough cough..."

　　 Xinjima really rubbed the tip of his sour nose, "I know... but someone has to do these things."

　　 "Do you want to do it even if you die."

　　 "Otherwise? Isn't that the meaning of our nine subjects?"

　　 "It's so great."

　　 "Don't say a few words, you still say me when you are so badly hurt."

　　 "Help me up, I have something to tell Celti."

　　 Niijima really carefully helped him up and walked towards Celti.

　　 "Fujiwara..." Ishigamigawa asked worriedly.

　　 "I'm okay..." Fujiwara Hoshizora turned around and said, walking to Selti.

　　 A bullet pierced through a hole in her chest, and a thick black mist kept pouring out of it, lingering around like dry ice.

　　 "Thank you for not cutting on my left chest." Fujiwara Hoshizora said with a smile, although he knew that the way he smiled now should be ugly.

　　 But in front of ladies (non-human women), always smile.

　　 The old woman once commented on this kind of behavior, saying that it is a gentle scum.

　　 To this, Fujiwara Stars expressed disagreement.

　　 I can't be a gentle scum, but rather the opposite of gentle scum.

　　唔...The antonym of Sven is lust, and the antonym of scum is gentleman.

　　 That's right, I am a **** gentleman.

　　 Selti glanced at him quietly.

　　 She has no head, so naturally she has no eyes. This so-called watching refers to observing with heart.

　　I know that I will die, but are you still willing to protect the people you care about?

　　 fits well with the knight’s beliefs, and is a human being worthy of being socialized.

　　 She picked up the helmet on the ground and put it on her shoulder.

　　 At the same time, the black mist on the chest was continuously recovered. After a while, the wound pierced by the bullet returned to its original appearance, and even the leather clothing on his body became completely new.

"and many more..."

　　 When she got on the black locomotive and was about to leave, Fujiwara Star called her.

　　 "Leave me your address."

　　 He opened the mobile phone memo and handed it over.

　　 Selty, from Ireland, didn't have the slightest twist. He left an address on his phone and rode away on a black motorcycle.

　　 "Just let her go like this?" Niijima was really unconvinced, and she was so angry that she wanted to squeeze her face.

　　 "Otherwise? Urban legends can't be killed, you don't know."

　　 "I'm just a little unwilling."

　　 "Compared to this, hurry up and take me to the hospital."

　　 Xinjima really woke up like a dream, and hurriedly waved at the helicopter hovering above his head.

　　 "Don't!"

　　 Fujiwara Stars shook his head to stop: "I want you to take me."

　　 Xinjima was really puzzled: "Why? Fly faster."

　　 "I don't like the spicy chicken thing like a helicopter, unless you can find an F15 to play with me, or I will need a locomotive."

　　 Niijima Ma: "???"

　　 "When is it, can you not be like a kid!"

　　 "It's fatal in a mere mortal case, so there is no such thing as a tooth."

　　 "??? Without my bottle of medicine, guess you can still stand up now?"

　　 "I don't care. If you don't take me, I will drive by myself."

　　 After finishing speaking, Fujiwara Starry sky really broke free of her hands and stepped onto the seat of the blue and white locomotive.

　　 High school students are not allowed to ride motorcycles.

　　 Tonight is a special case.

　　 After tonight, he will not be able to touch this locomotive for a long time. Moreover, even if you have the opportunity to touch again, you can't drag racing like tonight.

　　 After all, drag racing is illegal!

　　 Fujiwara Starry Sky wants to be a law-abiding citizen.

　　 Niijima really doesn't understand what this naive behavior means.

　　 But someone can understand. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Team leader Niijima..." Mamoru Miyano said behind him, "You can take him there."

　　 As a middle-aged uncle, he really understands this feeling.

　　 Childlike heart is still a man’s romance. It is not that we are not grown up, but that we are the softest and most innocent side hidden under a hard shell.

　　 A man is a teenager until he dies. This sentence is not groundless.

Do not believe? You go to each construction site to see if there are always some retired uncles who have their hands behind their backs, who are watching the construction site while making suggestions that the construction party does not need to pass the time.

　　 Up to eighty years old, down to eight years old, can any man refuse the temptation of an excavator?

　　Similarly, no man will refuse the temptation to get a motorcycle, right?

　　 Childish boys are really big heads for beautiful girls.

　　 In desperation, Niijima had no choice but to tell Mamoru Miyano to send the two of Ishigamikawa back, ride the motorcycle by himself, and drive the Fujiwara Starry sky towards the nearest Hachioji City.

　　 The blue and white behemoth galloped in the mountains and forests, uphill, downhill, and turning. The outline of the buildings gradually appeared in front of the line of sight. After the mountains and the forest, the road became spacious.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky leaned behind Shinjima Ma and fell into a semi-conscious state.

　　In the blurred vision, the street lights are connected in a straight line, chasing each other with the flashing car taillights, leaving floating lights, glancing shadows flying, and the beauty of light and shadow interlacing is extremely charming.

　　 Shinjima glanced in the rearview mirror, and the light breeze hit her body with drizzle while the dim light greedily brushed his pale side face.

　　 We are all the same, right?

　　You can fight desperately for the person you want to protect.

　　 Even if the mountains are poor, even if the water is poor.

　　 can't rush away that courage.