Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

The woman named Shenmei, the mother of Lulan, seemed to have fulfilled her word.

As much as I lost it, two men came to the room, just like she said.

The cat and cat hid the contents of the clamped kitchen box all the way under the sleeping table. In the dim middle of the hand, I pulled out only the paper that was caught in the booklet.

(failed)

Maybe they wouldn't have noticed if they hadn't made that loud noise. But it also seems like he was suspicious a lot when it looked like that. But soon the cat and cat needed to check the contents of the Kiryu box.

There doesn't seem to be time for me to think about why Lu Lan tried to take the cat and cat to a place like this, even though I think that mystery is going to solve it.

Thought you might find it sooner or later, but you found it in the worst possible way.

There is a line of faces with the lighting in one hand. Wearing rubbed off clothes, black and dirty by the way. The moment I came in, a unique smell accidentally stunned my mouth about my nose.

With a humble laugh, he approaches the cat and cat sitting on the sleeping table.

Cats and cats are not children so much that we don't know what these guys came for. That's the face I've seen so much more than I've grown up in a flower district.

Honestly, it's unpleasant. Extremely unpleasant, I've tried to escape, but that's also an impossible story.

Just a little bit, I thought that Lu Lan or Cui Lin could do something about it, but I'd be prepared not to have any pale expectations.

(You two?

Less than expected. I thought I could come more often.

"Let's just get this over with. It's called a half-hour shift."

I see, it seems to be a shift. No, I still have a problem with that. Speaking of how much trouble, a far-reaching maid would be fluffy and pale and fall, and a highly tempered daughter would have enough trouble biting her tongue before she could get it in her hands.

I don't want that in my eyes if I can be a cat and cat. Even at this point, he was a biological daughter, and more importantly, the men in front of him seemed unclean.

It would be unclean, but as a cat and cat, my life is the most important thing. Here, think about what you can do to survive without the most harm.

(I thought you were sick.

Instead of infections, you should be prepared to physically involve trauma.

To escape, it's just the two of us anyway. If it gets stuck after that, I'm not going to be safe.

One of the men places the lighting on a lacquered table. The room is illuminated by a blurry light.

"Wow."

One of the men blushed openly.

"What, isn't this guy having a rash?

The whole body of a cat and cat would still have a rash and look uglier (a lump) than the usual blushing surface.

One of the men shriveled and tried to sit on the table, but flew away the moment he touched the table.

(What's going on?

The man sat against the wall as he imitated his hand soaking with the hem of his clothes.

"I'm fine. Do it yourself."

"Thanks for that."

The other guy seems to have enough cats and cats for a bad diet. Cats and cats think it's okay to eat more.

Turning away the face of the approaching man, he grabbed his head for a long time.

"Grow up. It'll hurt worse."

That said, I pulled my hair hard and pushed the cat and cat onto the bedroom. If you think your hands are away from your hair, now you'll be restrained both wrists.

The sticky saliva is dripping from the dirty dog teeth. A black grain fell from the body of a pale man.

The cat and cat try to turn away the man's face and observe that grain that fell on the sleeping table. I feel like something I recognize.

In the meantime, the jacket is chipped, and the raw slug (nodding) is wrapped around the neck. My thighs are being stroked around.

Extremely uncomfortable. But I was concentrating on black grains that fell more than that.

Gunpowder?

It looks like sand, but that's what I conclude when combined with the strange smell that a man is now letting drift. When this powder burns, the eggs emit a rotten odor. It is made using sulfur, nitrous stone, and charcoal.

The men should have come from the basement. Does that mean that gunpowder is being manufactured or processed underground?

(Do you really want to fight?)

While I was thinking about it, I got my teeth up all over my shoulder.

"What? Not responding at all, huh?

A man punched a cat and cat in the cheek like he was bored.

(Pain hurts)

But I'm not as loud as I sound, and I don't have time to react to that right now. But you don't care not to speak up, eat another flat shot.

"Hey, stop it! What are you gonna do about it?"

Leaning against the wall, another man said.

"Oh, there it is."

While that's good, the man's hand is grabbing to strangle the cat and cat.

(Son of a bitch)

Occasionally there was this kind of guy in the cabinet. You learn to be sexually excited when you see prostitutes and distort their faces in agony.

The man laughed softly at him when he couldn't breathe and saw the cat and cat distort his face. Strengthens the power of your hands even further.

I see the man getting excited, and the man behind me gets up.

"I'm gonna take a piss, don't overdo it"

The man leaves the room looking troublesome. Wouldn't it be fun to watch someone else's bond or something?

(No?)

The man's gaze turned toward Takako. The hand was also rubbing against the hem.

I can't seem to forget to lock it when I see the sound. Probably won't be back until it's time, the cat and cat thought with a rough breath. The man sees the breath and nods his tongue.

"Don't cry at all."

That seems dissatisfied.

The man took the knife out of his pocket. When I pull it out of my sheath, my body is glowing.

"How about this?

The knife was dropped directly next to his face, as it was on.

"Huh!?

My right ear gets suddenly hot. The part above the earshell (jikaku), not the earlobes. From there, I can see that something hot is flowing. The smell of rust poured into my nose.

(Son of a bitch)

They ignored the man's advice earlier and ran to their own desires. You got excited about the leaked voice, you started shaking your body.

Both hands are restrained and weak cats and cats cannot shake off. Good thing the guy pinches his stuff in his teeth and slowly builds muscle from the cat's neck to his chest. A slice of thin skin is cut, and the blood drips on my skin.

You were satisfied with that. I spewed out the blade and began to loosen my belt with my free hand.

That was when I turned up the hem of my cat and cat's clothes.

(Though I was going to keep it adult)

I didn't mean to shy away. Just because you let your body float, it was easy to aim for.

First, I put a kick in the dovetail. He seems to have gotten in well. The man can't speak up as he spits.

Hand restraints broke away.

The cat and cat pull the cloth and thrust into the man's mouth. Cancer and loud noises, but you can make them think you're doing something fancy (...).

Cats and cats can't keep holding back. Stab a stop before that.

I waved my foot down mercilessly into the groin of a man.

The scream that was supposed to jump out of his pressed mouth was killed by the cloth just getting wet with bubbly saliva.

I don't want to go into too much detail about the man's tragedy. It must be a difficult situation to see.

But cats and cats aren't nice enough to sympathize with it.

Red lines and congestive marks like a distorted earthworm ran from neck to chest. My ears are excited or I can't stop bleeding.

Try it. Hey, and wipe it with the edge of the cloth.

I want a proper blood stop, but I didn't have time for that.

(Might not have time)

I wonder if the rest of them are still working that the men were called in this middle of the night to take turns. And dangerous things like grabbing gunpowder at night are visible. Still, if there's a reason to keep working...

I am willing to wage war as soon as possible.

I was fortunate that the man took his seat off. If there are more than two people, cats and cats don't even have to do it.

But the man will be back soon, too.

Before that, what cats and cats should do......

The cat and cat looked at the stacked load.

I decided to try one or eight.

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Is it time?

The man slowly lifted his hips and headed to the storage unit earlier. When I was late for time, it was the man's idea to get it over with and get it over with.

I hope I didn't get dirty.

If that's what you think, maybe you should have monitored it in that room. But the man didn't want to be in that room.

I kind of feel itchy all over my body and scratch my stomach with puffiness.

Stop in front of the room and unlock it properly.

"Hey, hurry up..."

The man opened his eyes and thought it was gone.

Once inside, hurry and close the door.

What are you doing, you bastard?

The room was rough.

Blood is scattered, and a woman is falling over the sleeping table. Its upper body is bloody and immobile.

The book is hanging. Is it because of the rumbling, the window of the bold was broken and the man shook himself in the cold wind.

That bastard, where the hell did he go, the man looked around. No, it's more about whether a woman is alive or not than that.

True, they told me to do whatever I wanted, but when it comes to dying, it's another matter. How many people think it's jammed after this? Even though I can't give them a break, they slap me.

The man saw the wound as he approached the woman.

The skin is cut from neck to chest. It was when I tried to make sure he wasn't dead.

Something touched my cheek. Keep touching your mouth. The iron smell spreads to the tongue, turning away unintentionally.

"Huh?"

The woman's hand moved. Bloody hands, now grab both wrists of a man.

The woman still looked about her age as a daughter. She is a skinny poor minister's daughter, but only her eyes sparkled in the light fire.

"Oh, don't threaten me."

I waved my daughter's hand away and a man exhaled. For once, he was alive. It seems to be scattered, but for now, if you have breath, I feel safe that it's still okay.

No, can I be relieved?

I have a daughter, but I don't have another.

Where have you been?

As her daughter saw through it, she lay a stack of loads with her fingers covered in blood.

There's a man sitting there, leaning against it.

I had a red rash on my face and hands. And bleeding out of that mouth...

"My skin didn't seem to fit your mouth."

My daughter's voice reminded me of the women in the whorehouse who only took a pass once, somewhat glossy. It wasn't like a nighthawk, it wasn't just melancholy, it was the voice of a woman who knew her worth.

"Hey, what did you do!?

To a man's question, his daughter answers pale.

"Nothing. I wish you hadn't hurt me."

And, my daughter touches her ear. Was it cut with a blade, missing a small triangle and still stained with blood?

"I'm a poisonous girl."

"Poison... mother?

The man objected to words he could not hear.

"Yeah, I grew up with more poison than I did at a young age. The blood that flows through its body is enriched with the poison that it has consumed so far."

"What are you kidding?"

"Are you kidding me? Is that right?

I laugh softly as my daughter tilts her face. Put that bloody finger on your own cheek.

"It's something you'll find out after a while. The poison turns and the rash appears."

I have a red rash mixed with my goosebumpy skin.

The man falls back in surprise. approaching as my daughter chases it.

When did he hit the stacked load when he approached him closely? I accidentally sat down on the box that was there by surprise.

I thought I'd run and run outside the room, but my daughter had her back pointed at the exit sometime.

"Ku, don't come"

"That's terrible. Is it because I am such an ugly woman (a lump)?

My daughter tilts her neck and paints her bloody fingertips on her face.

A little light illuminates my daughter's face.

They're little girls, you can't beat them if you're powerful. Just keep pushing it down and out of the room.

I want to wash this poison away quickly. The red rash is eroding the man's arms more and more, his face is eroding, and he feels like cramping.

"If you want to run, go ahead."

When his daughter took the knife out of her pocket, she stuck a pattern to the man's forehead.

It's a knife in a sheath, and it wasn't bladed.

But the man's body didn't move forward.

My daughter's not putting her strength into it, she's just holding her forehead down with a knife.

"I have a favor to ask you"

My daughter said, staring at the man.

"What are you doing in this fort?

I can only say it stinks when they tell me what I'm doing. But you can't talk about it. The man was more terrified of his mistress here than the little girl in front of him.

I called it poison, but I just have a rash in my hand. Like that guy, I thought I wouldn't die if I didn't include it in my mouth.

"What are you doing?

My daughter remains faceless and asks again.

Let's wait a little longer. Then the numb ones will come this way. Hate, the key to the room is still open.

That's what I was thinking.

"Really?"

When her daughter raised one leg, she put it on the man's abdomen. And then he goes down to press gently.

"I'm still a woman of my gender. Gentlemen, I hope it hurts so much. How much is it?

The toe stops in the lower abdomen and is weighed.

My daughter meditates slowly on her eyes and slowly opens them.

There was a smile full of charity.

"Right or left, which do you want to leave behind?

My daughter said to the man, in a gentle voice that softened the child.