The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

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The hammer hit like a gust of wind, getting bigger and bigger in Yu Xian's childish hole. Time was stretched like a movie, with frames of blood and shadows superimposed on each other, and the breath of death rushed towards his face.

Thunder and lightning flashed in my mind.

Yu Xian's childish head suddenly tilted to the side, and rolled to the side with the back thrust of the wall. The hammer missed, and the inertia knocked Sen Meihua towards the wall. At this time, she was wearing gorgeous clothes. , with a ghastly face, no different from an evil spirit crawling out of a well.

She slowly got up, a sinister laugh coming from her throat.

No joke, is this crazy comment serious?

Yuxian's naive mind was in chaos.

He gasped for air, desperately suppressing the fear in his heart, and rushed towards the secret door, but the door was locked tightly with a chain, as if it were cast from molten iron, and could not shake at all.

"Itakura! Hey, Itakura!"

He flapped hard and called, trying to make Itakura hear his voice.

This was the last glimmer of hope, even though he knew that this hope was very slim. It was one floor away from the inner hall, and spanned several large rooms and an underground movie theater in the middle.

Shakingly, he took out his cell phone and found that there was no cell signal either.

Probably a signal blocking device was installed here in advance.

This shows that it was not a spur-of-the-moment move, but a plan that had already been arranged, waiting for him to come.

Yuxian turned around and pressed his back against the door. The hormones in his body were secreted crazily, and his heart was beating fiercely, almost running out of his chest.

To be honest, his current physical fitness is not very good. He has only just started physical training two days ago. For now, his muscle soreness has not recovered.

If it came to a fight with Sen Meihua, he was confident that he could pin her down and beat her up.

But damn, she has a hammer!

No matter how hard your fist is, it can't beat a hammer!

Moreover, the opponent has obviously been professionally trained, and his killing posture is extremely standard. He attacks the vital points from the very beginning, aiming to kill people.

"I'm just a shovel." Yuxian's naive mind was in chaos. ‘If I slide, I’ll die’

If it really doesn't work, just seduce?

No, the other party has completely fallen into a state of madness, and seduction is useless.

The girl in front of her is completely different from Rina Ryoko. Rina Ryoko uses her power to suppress people and mobilize her troops without seeing blood dripping. But this guy is like Hannibal or the chainsaw maniac. He has something to do with her. Wow, she is really good!

Looking at the slowly approaching Senmei paintings, Yu Xian swallowed nervously, his eyes falling on the shelves nearby - he couldn't sit still and wait.

People think about many things before they die. If the other person doesn't hesitate to die, it means the other person's values ​​are wrong. He finally lived so happily in this life and met Xuezi who was worth cherishing for a lifetime. It would be too unjust to die like this.

"Don't worry, Yuxian-kun, it won't hurt, just a moment." Senmihua whispered, dragging the hammer on the ground, making a tingling friction sound.

Yuxian Zhisheng cursed in his heart.

It won't hurt. Why don't you give it to yourself?

"Well, it's like this, painting." Yu Xian was defensive as he walked towards the shelf, "It's normal to like someone. I also...have a crush on you."

"Really?" Sen Meihua stopped.

"Of course it's true, otherwise why would I be willing to come." Yu Xian said loudly.

"But I already understand your music." Sen Meihua said softly, with a ghostly and miserable smile on his face.

"It doesn't matter what the music is. There are so many viewers. I can't express my love. It's not good for you or me." Yuxian Zhisheng tried to comfort her. At this time, he couldn't care about face and chastity. He just wanted to survive. That's hope.

"So it's not like you don't love me?" Sen Meihua's eyes bloomed with strange colors.

There is a play, and Yuxian's childish heart is happy.

"Yes, that's what I think. Get along as companions first, and then slowly develop feelings, right? You don't want the feelings to come too soon and I won't be able to cherish them in the future, right?"

"That's the truth.

"Senmei Hua seemed to have figured it out and blinked, "Yu Xianjun is very thoughtful. "

"Then you first..."

"But I don't believe it, Mr. Yu Xian." Sen Meihua smiled brightly, "It's better to keep you here forever, then I will feel at ease."

She sped up and rushed straight over.

Yu Xian's childish calves tensed up, and he quickly rushed to the shelf, using all his strength to push the shelf down in the direction of Sammi's painting. It was as if he saw the scene where Senmi's paintings were pressed on the shelf and he was riding on her to explode the hammer. At this moment, Yu Xian's childish mind was trembling.

However, the shelves were motionless.

"Eh?"

He looked suffocated, and looked down to see steel nails nailed under the shelves, and a circle of screws twisted on them for reinforcement.

This... isn't a situation like this in the movie a pushover?

Why do I have to stop here?

In a stunned moment, Senmei Hua came from behind and hit his head with a hammer. Yu Xian shrank his head childishly. The hammer fell on the glass bottle on the shelf, and the smelly liquid flowed everywhere. The broken palm slipped out and fell at Yu Xian's childish feet.

The palms have been soaked and turned white, but they are still fresh under the influence of formalin.

"Yu Xianjun, why are you running away?" Sen Meihua's voice sounded vague, and her loose hair covered her cheeks, covering her face with a light shadow, making her expression unclear.

Before she finished speaking, she rushed over again, and the two of them walked back and forth along the one-meter-high shelves. Yuxian Zhisheng was Qin Shihuang, and this crazy girl was Jing Ke. There was a crazy smile on her lips, and she seemed to be enjoying this. In this hard-earned moment, looking at Yu Xian's childlike and frightened expression like a little rabbit, the liquid in his body was secreted rapidly.

Pleasure! What a pleasure!

Mom, I want to be extremely happy!

The son of the god of art at Dongda University and the darling of his mother's fan, his character is impeccable, and his appearance is even more brilliant than his character. He actually showed such a cowardly attitude under his own hands...ah, ha, ha, She experienced this kind of happiness, gasping with difficulty through her mucus-laced mouth, and kept spitting out hot air. The expression on her face was extremely uncoordinated, with excitement and despair changing back and forth like an old actor on the stage.

She used the wooden handle of the hammer to push down a bunch of glass bottles, and the bottles, which were the size of furniture buckets, were thrown at Yuxian Zhisheng. Although he had already dodged quickly, after they landed on the ground and exploded, the liquid splashed on his body. Unable to dodge.

The soles of Yu Xian's young feet slipped and his speed slowed down. Sami Hua laughed and rushed towards him, pressing him down. She took out the leather rope tied to her thighs from under her single clothes and tied Yu Xian's young hands. behind.

Mori Meihua brought him to the chair where the blood was still wet: "Yu Xianjun, please sit down."

"I don't understand! I don't understand why you are doing this?" Yu Xian twisted and struggled childishly, gasping slightly, and anger almost filled his chest, "Does your brother know that you are a pervert?"

"Of course he doesn't know." Sen Meihua said softly, "I won't let him know."

"You can't escape if I die. In a few hours, Itakura will be suspicious and the place will be surrounded by police. Have you ever thought about your family and your brother? How will he live in the future? "

"If Ahu knew, he would definitely be happy for me."

"And, I said, I will go with you."

"..."

Yu Xian was dumbfounded. His expression was frozen and he stared at Senmei's paintings: "But I don't understand why. I really don't understand. Is it like this to like someone?"

"Everyone has their own way of living, Yuxian-kun." Mori Meihua said softly, "I like this."

She turned over and sat on Yu Xian's childish legs, slightly curved her lips, and showed a bright smile. Her beautiful face could not be said to be happy or desperate. She was probably ready to die. For her, Death is not death, but eternity in another sense.

"In the smile of the God of Death who orders you to move forward, keep walking with your smiling face." Mori Meihua put her finger on his heart and said softly.

"Meditations? Marcus Aurelius?"

"Ah, Yuxian-kun has actually seen it too."

"It's a good thing to love learning. For Mr. Marco's sake, can you please stop doing stupid things?"

"Sorry, no."

Seeing Senmei Hua get up from him and pick up the hammer beside him, Yu Xian was completely shattered.

What kind of bullshit is this?

Didn't we have a good conversation before? There was a harmonious atmosphere where the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

You express your emotions and I respond to your emotions.

In other words, if we weren't in harmony with each other, would I be able to trust you? Come here with you?

Destroy it if you can’t get it?

The hammer hit his head and landed on Yu Xian's childish forehead.

Plop.

Yuxian Zhisheng closed his eyes, his consciousness was dark, and there seemed to be a loud sound of earth-shattering coming from his ears. The white Tower of Babel stood at the end of the endless fields, and the God of Death stood at the top and reached out to him.

I am dead? Just die like this?

Oh, it was such a miserable death, so boring.

For a brief moment, human consciousness expanded extremely in his mind. He saw all kinds of colorful colors, but there was no red among them. The colors converged to one point and concentrated. He finally realized that his consciousness was still there.

Then, slowly open your eyes.

"?"

Doesn't hurt?

Doesn't it really hurt?

Or did he die too quickly and the pain did not have time to be transmitted through the nerves to the brain?

Sen Meihua laughed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Want to do it again?" She was talking to the air.

"Okay, you can stop." A beautiful female voice came from the ceiling.

As if a puppet controlled by a spell, Senmei Hua showed a bored expression, put on a chic posture like a heroine, and dropped the hammer in his hand.

Yu Xian was like a little rabbit sitting on the chair and shivering.

What the hell is this?

Am I dreaming?

"Hahaha." A heavenly female voice laughed from the ceiling.

"Ah Hua, change Master Yuxian into a pair of trousers," she said.

"He's much more powerful than you think. He's not scared to death." Sen Meihua said, "BOSS, put away your bad taste. Thanks to you, my ladylike demeanor has been seriously reduced by him. "

Yu Xian's childish mind was blank.

What on earth are you playing at? reality show? Maybe the crew will rush in later with guns and cannons, laughing wildly, Yuxian-kun, you are too stupid, you have been teased like this, and the whole Tokyo will see your ugly appearance!

"Sorry, Mr. Yuxian, this is our test. Congratulations on passing the test." The female voice came again.

It was a very nice sound. He had never felt that a human voice could sound so nice. It was like the sound of wind coming from a fairy tale kingdom. It made people's hearts ripple when they heard it.

"Who are you?"

"I just finished training and will be there soon. Please wait a moment." The sound on the ceiling disappeared, and Yu Xianzhisheng followed the sound and saw the monitor in the corner above and the oval loudspeaker.

"Who is she?" Yu Xian looked at Senmei Hua.

"Figure skating champion, Shen Hui Liuli." Sami Meihua sat on the chair and crossed his legs and said calmly.

She was cutting her toes with a nail clipper. After cutting, she sniffed through her nose. Looking at the surprised Yu Xian, she moved her hand closer and said, "You want to smell it too?"

"I don't have such hobbies." Yu Xian was not interested in whether girls' feet smelled good or smelly. "I want to know what the hell are you doing?"

"Don't be angry, she is doing it for your own good, and we have determined your identity."

"Identity, what identity?" Yu Xian asked in surprise.

"Wait until she comes to talk to you." Sen Meihua turned off the signal jammer, picked up her mobile phone and called Sen Meihu, "Open the door, there are distinguished guests visiting."

"Who is it? Sister, I'm playing games."

"The eldest daughter of the Kame family."

An earth-shattering exclamation came from the other end of the phone.

Samimiho, who was sitting on the sofa, jumped up, ran out under Itakura's surprised gaze, and opened the protection of the iron door railing on the control panel.

The woman was riding a bicycle, carrying a canvas bag, and the early summer sunshine shone on her face.

A fair face illuminated by the sun, a few freckles on the nose, and a large handful of daisies wrapped in newspapers in the basket in front of the bicycle. She wore simple jeans and a long white lace dress with rolled up cuffs and white arms. On it was a 100-yen women's watch bought from a roadside stall. It kept time very accurately.

She parked her bicycle, locked it, lowered the brim of her hat and walked towards the villa, carrying her skates in the canvas bag.

Passers-by turned around frequently, and at first glance, they looked like the sister next door. The gentle hot wind blew the hem of her clothes, and she pulled a strand of naughty hair to her ear.

Sammihu stood aside and watched her approach.

"You're still so thin." Shenhui Liuli chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"I'm losing weight!" Senmihu said loudly and stood at attention, feeling flattered.

Shenhuizhi Liuli seemed to have heard something interesting and smiled even more happily. She has always been a girl who loves to laugh. Some people say that her laughter point is very low. Some people say that she always looks happy, but she stays like this. Next to a girl, you will laugh without any reason. At any time, you will be infected by her laughter without thinking.

"Sister, I'm waiting for you." Senmei smiled and bowed, making a gesture of invitation.

Kame no Ruri walked through the inner hall familiarly, said hello to Itakura, who was already stunned, and then stepped onto the elevator, all the way to the secret door, and opened the door.

Yuxian raised his head and looked at her.