When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

When Yong Ye stared blankly at the ceiling, the girl who buried her face in his chest suddenly let out a dull voice.

"...It doesn't matter if you're not a hero, it's okay to be selfish...I found out that I really...uh...ah!...I..."

In the middle of speaking, Wuming suddenly let go of the hand that was holding Yong Ye tightly, and covered his neck in pain.

At this moment, the heart on her chest exuded a strong light, even through the cover of the clothes, which was particularly eye-catching in this dim room with only moonlight.

"Uh... ah... I... am going to become..."

"It won't change, just a little blood at this time..."

"No... no!"

When Yong Ye stretched out his hand towards the samurai sword placed beside the bed, Wuming exclaimed and pressed his hand down.

"You can't bleed anymore! You're going to die! Do you want to die?!"

Clutching her neck, a girl with a crimson pattern on her left and right cheeks, which resembled lava-like lines, yelled angrily.

"...Why are you so angry? I know my own body. Don't look at me like this. In fact, I am quite resigned to my life. Although I bleed a little, even a little more blood is not a big deal."

Angry at Wuming, he understood that she was caring about her body, so Yong Ye was not angry, just shook his head with a smile, and put one hand on Wuming's short hair and stroked it gently, like soothing a restless little wild cat Comforting this somewhat rebellious girl.

His other hand, ignoring the paleness of his own face, grabbed the blade at the side again.

"Honestly accept the kindness of your lord. It's rare for me to be so kind to others. It's just a little bloodshed. I don't care. What do you care about?"

"—I!...I like you! How could I not care about your affairs?"

Nameless patted Yong Ye's hand touching her head. In this peaceful night, there was no romantic atmosphere here at all. When the virus broke out because Tianniao Meima deliberately restricted her blood supply, she put herself I blurted out what I wanted to say during the fireworks display of the Qixi Festival.

Afterwards, when the voice fell, the room fell into an oppressive silence.

"..."

Yong Ye looked in front of him dumbfoundedly, and after recovering, he lowered his head in a panic, with an embarrassing look, he didn't even dare to look at his girl.

Due to her age, this girl has a bit of a bad personality, but her appearance is impeccable. She has big eyes and pale pink lips. Her cute face is still immature. At this time, the two red spots on her left and right cheeks The lines also brought her a fascinating and dangerous charm.

Yongye is not stupid, even if his EQ in this area is below average, he can still know that the liking that Wuming said at this time must be different from the liking he said at the gate of this fortress at that time.

So, he started to feel distressed, or rather...had a headache.

...

Wuming is very beautiful, or rather cute, if it is attractive, it is impossible not to have it.

But... No matter how you say it, no matter how well developed it is, it can't hide a fact.

This kid is only twelve years old!

Being confessed by a twelve-year-old child, this...

Complicated feelings.

Yong Ye's mood is quite complicated.

For the first time in his life, he was confessed to a twelve-year-old child.

"...that? How should I answer?"

"Yes, I'm sorry! I said something strange, please don't take it to heart, I'm just saying... ah, ah, a normal liking in that kind of way... it really feels strange, right? Sudden liking or something... ..."

After recovering from the astonishing words he blurted out, Wuming spoke quickly and messily as if trying to cover up what he said earlier, and quickly stood up, distanced himself from Yong Ye who was on the bed.

"Don't get me wrong! If you misunderstand me, it will be very troublesome! Very very very --- very troublesome!!"

The side effects of the Kabane virus subsided for the time being, and Wuming, who had returned to normal, blushed, loudly denying the meaning of his previous words to Yong Ye under shame and anger.

"...I don't think I misunderstood, you..."

Smiling wryly, Yong Ye no longer knew what to say about this, and suddenly said something to such a shy girl.

"Misunderstood!"

"No……"

"Misunderstood!!"

"...Well, although I haven't said anything yet, it's just that I misunderstood."

In order to avoid this resolute denial, the girl who had become angry and was completely out of embarrassment, would give him some secondary harm, Yong Ye rationally stopped provoking him, and nodded in agreement.

When his words fell, Wuming didn't know what to say, he just stood aside in embarrassment, and the room fell into a weird silence again.

"none……"

"——I'll help you find something to eat! You lie there obediently and don't move! I'll be right back!"

Before Yong Ye could finish saying his name, Wuming interrupted him as if jumping up, and quickly jumped out of the window.

"..."

Speechlessly looking at the stars outside the window, Yong Ye just thought about it for a while in silence, and after he couldn't think of a decent answer, he reluctantly got up and sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to meditate again, using this to heal his injuries.

The hut was dark, and the surroundings were completely silent. Kabane's voice did not exist, and human voices did not exist. When he suppressed his breathing, there was no sound except the wind, as if he was in a deserted wilderness among.

Except for the dim moonlight, the surroundings were pitch black, and the silence was terrifying.

All the people outside were dead, all the civilians were killed, Kabane was also killed, and the samurai probably also evacuated. Even if the people of the Karakata did not leave, they would not forcefully move in this night when it was inconvenient to move. , but will now stay in Kecheng.

Kabane, who was the closest to the fortress outside the city, was brought in and all of them died. This empty fortress was considered safe in a short time before Kabane, who was farther around, arrived.

Just like that, when he recovered from meditation, Wuming had already returned.

Wuming, who did nothing, seemed to have a lot of thoughts when he came back, but it was just like when Yong Ye just woke up, sitting blankly on the ground beside the bed, with his elbows propped on the edge of the bed and She rested her chin on her hands and stared at him intently.

"I know you won't lie down honestly, even at this time you are still meditating on the way of the sword. How obsessed are you with the way of the sword?"

Wuming, whose mental state has largely returned to normal, looked helpless at Yong Ye who was lying on the bed. Obviously, she mistook Yong Ye's meditation for ordinary swordsmanship meditation.

"...it's necessary for self-preservation."

"Really? . . . Here you are, Apple."

Nodding his head, Wuming didn't pay too much attention to this almost common answer, and casually took out an apple from the special fruit basket and handed it to Yongye.

Since there are not many things that can be eaten directly in this era, fruit is one of the easiest to find, so all she brings back is fruit.