Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The car is crashing head-on into the telegraph pole.

But there's no one in the driver's seat and there's no injuries. Does that mean it was remotely manipulated? Who the hell is it, for what? Turn your head around and you'll end up in a ghost of suspicion. Someone's trying to kill us. Plans or ploys are swirling. I perceived such signs.

Now the helicopter crashed with the explosion. Run? No, I'll fight, I'll intercept you. I produced bread fabric when I put my hands together. I'm going to wrap that around the chopper. That risalto bread is complete with no chopper bread. I made a layer of bread fabric on the falling end. Now no problem.