Protagonist halo

When the umbrella was closed, the rain fell to the ground.

The sound of the boots rubbing was not loud, and it was drowned in the quarrel of the restless survivors.

"That's just a death disease. And that Takashiro Souichiro just wanted to instigate us to become murderers, they are crazy!"

"That is, is it possible to attack people after death?"

"Then what should we do now? We now accept their food and shelter." One of them said annoyedly.

Takashiro Zouichiro put the reality in front of them. However, these survivors were afraid to speak in front of Takashiro Zouichiro, but now they started to talk in the warehouse.

Most people have only one idea, and that is to blame Takashiro.As a person, as an ordinary person, accuse him with the ideas used in the past.

"Oh? So you think so, do you think those zombies are just a virus? Have you ever seen a virus that has become a corpse and can move? If you really think this is true, then think so! "

Saya originally just hugged and looked at the survivors and by the way chose those who could follow them, but now, she was quite disappointed.

Yesterday will be tomorrow, and tomorrow will be yesterday.

The day before yesterday, that familiar and nostalgic world has passed away.

A disgusting wisteria was wiped out, but the rest, the remaining survivors, are the same. If a wisteria religion disappears, another church will be born.

These people, at this time, are still fighting for their own gains and losses, wanting to make trouble, wanting... to get benefits from her father.

Is this the person her father will guard from the beginning?

She has resentment towards her father, Kojo Zouichiro, but she also doesn't want to see her father being dragged down by these people just like that.

Ye Shenyue was not here. He went out. Saya knew this and at the same time knew what would happen next.

At first she felt that Ye Shenyue's movements were a bit big, but now it seems.

Heavy in troubled times.

Some people are not worth saving.

"What do you mean? In this tone, children should listen to what the adults say. Even the daughter of Chief Gaocheng should know that you are also a protected person. The same as us."

The eyes are very thin, and at first glance, it is the sassy woman talking loudly. At first, she shouted loudest. Now, seeing everyone quiet down and listening to a little girl, she immediately became dissatisfied. Irritability and fear poured out in the loud words.

"The one who is protecting? I think you seem to be mistaken."

Saya was so angry that he laughed, these people are so funny.It seems that they have not figured out their own identity.

"what did you say?"

"It's not that we protect you now. We don't have any obligation to protect you. Dad has already demonstrated how we want to live."

"You are making us murderers!" The woman's voice was sharp and mean.

"It's not that we let you, but... to force you to survive! If you want to live, take up arms! And we will not protect worthless people!"

"You actually said that!"

The woman screamed immediately, and she said loudly, "You said that, you actually said that, we want to see Takashiro!"

"Yes, we want to see Takashiro, isn't that what he meant! He wants to protect us!"

The crowd has become excited.

"Takajo..." Rei Miyamoto couldn't help but say as these people had walked out of the warehouse agitatedly.

"Don't stop them, it's their own choice."

Yes, if it is just such a person, people who ask others to protect them in this way have no value in saving.

Because... they have no value.

It's just garbage.

"And the survivor, the world is so big, there are as many as you want, but if you are his woman, then you should choose the person carefully. You must also want to know the secret in his heart."

"...I understand." Rei Miyamoto was silent, but held the gun tighter.

She...now only has two goals. First, to confirm the safety of her parents, waiting for the arrival of her parents, and then... to truly enter the heart of the man she has chosen.

She only lives for these two goals.

"Sure enough, Mr. Tokushima's daughter--" And in the room, as in the original work, Takashiro gave the Demon Sword Village Masaaki he got to Tokushima Toshiko, to show the kindness of Tokushima Tokoko's father who taught him.

"With all due respect, in fact, Mr. Takajo gave me the knife, but he also had other thoughts."

Kaiko was neither humble nor overbearing, and said calmly, although the village in front of her was very heart-warming and made her look bright, she actually liked the nameless demon knife that Ye Shenyue gave her from the shrine.

It's not the quality and value of the knife, but the different moods of the person who gave it.

"Haha, it really is Mr. Dudao's daughter, yes, although it should not be said, but."

However, at this time, Takashiro Zouichiro bowed, and bowed to Tokushima Sakiko, who was a round younger than him, one request, one respect, and one expectation.

"I also ask Miss Poison Island to take care of Saya when she needs her, and save her life when she is in danger. I know you can do it. Although I have never seen your kendo, I believe you have this ability. My eyesight cannot be wrong."

"..."

Kongzi's request to his father was a little complicated.

"Mr. Gaocheng, please don't do this. I will help Saya no matter what. No request from you."

But Takashiro did not look up.He kept his original behavior.

"Well, I promise you." Kengzi sighed and said.

"Commander! The survivors are making trouble!"

At this moment, the subordinates came in and reported.

Gao Cheng Zouichiro glanced at the poison island, then stood up immediately, and then walked out, only to see Saya walking in.But he didn't say anything.

And Saya rubbed in.Saya watched as Tsuneko was wiping the new knife Muramasa.

"Saya, your father, he... actually really loves you."

Kaizi thought it was better to say it.

But when he looked up, he met Saya's clear eyes, "I know, but I know it doesn't mean I can accept it without any grievances. Moreover, what I am doing now is not compatible with his love for me. "

Yes, she has a clear conscience.