I just want to be a regular writer

Kira Yoshikage raised her hand to straighten her neckline, her eyes were serious when facing the man: "You stained my clothes."

"what!"

As if hearing a big joke, the man grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

The smell of wine and blood in the air are intertwined, which is irritating.

"Come on! I will pay you!"

The man staggeredly took out his wallet from his pocket and opened it-there was only a 1,000 yen and a few coins inside.

He turned his wallet upside down.

All the change fell on the ground, making a small sound.

"Ding, Ding Ding..."

This is the sound of coins falling.

For some reason, those sounds were particularly harsh.

Kira Yoshikage lowered her eyes to look at the coins still rolling on the ground, and raised her eyes after a moment of silence.

——His ability to act has always been very high.

just...

Jiliang Jiying turned to look at the streets on both sides.

He needs a quiet place now so that he can have a good talk with this gentleman.

At this look, Kira Yoshikage saw a familiar face.

——That was Xiaolin who only met in the hospital a few days ago.

Just like when we first met, Kobayashi always seemed to be running.

Her feet healed so fast.

As soon as Kira Yoshikage thought of this, Xiao Lin heard that he rushed forward.

She didn't speak, but with violence in her eyes, she pulled the man into the alley and then walked into the alley calmly.

——In the hands of Xiaolin Tingting, there is a small dog who is only a few months old.

already dead.

At this moment, Xiao Lin heard that there was no one in her eyes. She glanced at the dead kitten in the alley, picked up the discarded baseball bat in the trash can and walked towards the man.

Raise your hand--

"boom!!--"

The man wailed, cursing.

But Xiaolin didn't stop listening.

Friendly reminder-Xiaolin can't hear her, she doesn't need to respond to men's wailing and cursing.

She just grabbed the baseball bat in her hand and hit the man on the head.

"Crack,"

The baseball bat broke.

Xiao Lin did not stop listening, but dropped the baseball bat and placed the puppy in his arms.

Through this gap, the man stood up full of blood, took out the knife that took the life of the stray cat, and raised it to the back of Xiaolin Ting.

At this moment, Xiaolin Ting suddenly turned his head to hold the man's knife hand and tugged towards him, then swiftly flashed aside, turned and held the man's head, and slammed into the gray wall.

"......apologize."

Xiao Lin finally heard it.

Still that strange pronunciation, with anger and killing intent.

The man gave no response-he was copying the fate of those puppies and kittens.

"Ugh..."

Seeing everything, Jiliang Jiying lowered his head and sighed, raised his hand and squeezed her forehead vigorously.

why.

why?

'Why does someone always block my exit?'

Kirajikage frowned in dissatisfaction-his anger had nowhere to go.

always like this.

Whenever he wanted to do something to clarify, inexplicable people would pop up—this kind of thing...what's to fight for?

He didn't quite understand.

His anger and irritability are like being packed into a container that can be played by anyone at will. Whenever he finds a way to relieve him and wants to dump out the emotions that affect him, someone will always grab him. In front-cover the container.

Hummers in the shopping street.

Wide too.

Now... this man who has lost his reaction.

why?

why!

He looked up at Xiaolin and listened.

——At this moment, he even envied Xiaolin's listening.

If he listens like Kobayashi, he doesn't have to worry about the pedestrians around him, and he wants to do it—just do it....

Ah, that must be very fun.

Correct.