The human body in the comic world The human body in the comic world

Chapter 311

"Wha—"

I dreamed of pressing a hand on Hamura's chest, and a black gas continued to pour out of his body like steaming mist, turning the room into a miasma.

Belmod covered his mouth and nose in disgust, "It's a disgusting taste."

"You dog men and women, I won't let you go!" Hamura was still roaring, but his expression became more and more panicked after feeling the energy in his body pass rapidly.

"Stop, stop, don't you want to ask me a question, I answered, stop!"

"Wha-" The

light in my dream hand dissipated, and the black qi stopped overflowing endlessly, and Hamura breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and his extremely tense body was finally relieved.

"I don't have time to wait for you to rest."

"Wait, wait!" Seeing that the other party was about to move again, Hamura hurriedly spoke: "That accident back then was not my handiwork alone, but a guy named Matsushige tricked me into doing this!"

"He asked me to cooperate in spreading false news, and when the people were staying at home because of the community's notice, they would control the monsters to carry out large-scale attacks, which is why the casualties of that accident were so heavy."

After listening carefully to the other party's description, my eyes were scattered, and fragments of memories rose in my mind, my parents' panicked expressions, the scene of wailing in the residential area, the wreckage and the pool of blood, countless pictures flashed in my mind, giving him a headache.

This is...... The memory of the original owner?

The two lines of memory met at the end, a wave of anger surged from the depths of my heart, and the last trace of clarity in my dream's eyes dissipated, replaced by endless anger.

"You !!"

"Bang!"

The figure flew out upside down, Hamura's expression was sluggish, and the violent impact made him forget all the pain in an instant, leaving only one breath to make him feel fear.

"Uh... Uh..." Opening his mouth to breathe normally, the air was blocked by the gushing blood, and at this moment he finally experienced what it was like to die.

The figure that I dreamed of throwing forward was stopped by a warm embrace, and Belmod used all his strength to hold the other party, but was carried out of the distance by the momentum.

There was pain all around her body, but Belmod couldn't care about it, and she was only worried about my dream.

"I dream!"

My whole face trembled in my dream, and the sequelae of my soul replacing it appeared for the first time, making him lose his mind and go crazy.

A hand gently brushed his face, as if a gentle breeze was soothing his restless heart, and his soul gradually calmed down in a soft call, and he regained his reason again and opened his eyes, and saw a beautiful face full of worry.

"My dream..." Belmode was pressed under me by my dream, holding him tightly with both hands, afraid that he would release a beast as soon as he let go.

"Sister Bei..."

"Great, you're okay." Belmode heard this familiar tone, his solemn face finally soothed, and the hand holding the other party's back slowly moved up, tightly strangling his neck.

"I..."

"Don't say it, I understand." Belmode didn't want me to blame myself in the dream, so he interrupted him in a strong tone, and instead said with a gentle expression: "Is it better now?" "

Sorry." I dreamed of taking a deep breath, slowly sitting up, but unconsciously brought each other up, and the two of them formed a sitting posture.

Belmode's earlobes flushed faintly, and this heartbeat feeling had not been experienced for a long time... No, it should be said that she did not have this feeling in her entire life.

"If you can settle down in my arms, feel free to use it."

The woman's voice was like the April spring breeze and warm my heart, and my dream heart was pounding, but I was alert to the situation at this time, and hurriedly helped the other party down.

"Thank you, but I'm much better."

It seemed to touch the other party's cheek soothingly, if you judge from the action alone, you can't tell which of these two people is the same year and the next year.

Belmode's expression froze slightly, and he hurriedly turned his face to the side, not wanting to show his girlish posture in front of my dreams.

It's ridiculous to say that at this age, she would actually be tugged at the heartstrings by such a casual movement of a teenager, because the atrium has not accommodated people for a long time... Or is this guy inherently special.

I didn't notice her small movements, but just turned my head to look at the figure that was shot away by myself, and my face changed slightly.

At that moment just now, he couldn't control the anger at all, and when his mind was engulfed in anger, he only wanted to obey, and there was no extra reason to use.

Slowly approaching the man lying on the ground, Hamura was now widening his eyes with an incredulous expression, and his throat could be seen rolling up and down when his eyes looked down, but anyone with discerning eyes could see that this state would not last long.

I dreamed of half-crouching down, observing up and down for a while, and then I couldn't help but clench my fists.

The attack at that moment just now was too heavy, and I am afraid that it was difficult to save. As damned as this man was, not being able to ask the answer he wanted to know wasn't the outcome he wanted.

Seeing that the convulsions of the fallen person began to become short, I closed my eyes helplessly and said that it was a pity, and I was worried about what I had just done.

This time is who the enemy is next time, if you can't control your emotions, you are destined to become a walking time bomb.

Those who can crack this state seem to be...

Belmod slowly approached, kneeling behind my dream, and while two hands gently caressed his chest.

The woman seemed to be able to guess his heart, and her face was close to him and said softly: "I will always watch you, don't worry at all."

I couldn't help but reach out and hold the pair of soft hands, "I don't know how to thank you."

Belmode's eyes slanted slightly when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth provoked a playful smile, "It's very simple, isn't it, you should be clear." I

blushed and lowered my head, not knowing whether to agree or veto.

"Dada..." The

sound of footsteps sounded, and the two woke up like a dream, only to remember that there was another person in this room.

Turning his head to look, Feng Bujizi walked towards this side expressionlessly, and there was an extra pistol in his hand.

"Bang bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and Hamura's body, which had not yet lost his breath, splattered with blood.

"No, you?"

Minebujiko lowered his eyes to look at the two, and there was not the slightest emotion fluctuation on the red and swollen face that was beaten by Hamura, "He can insult people, but being held a grudge is the price... The price of being hated by me is even greater.

"Nojiko..."

Feng Fujiko slowly knelt down and said in a low tone: "Please trouble you two to avoid it, I want to be alone with Mr. Hamura for a while."

Belmod and I looked at each other dreamily, and for some reason they slowly got up.

The two exited the room, and I don't know how long later, the low roar and thud of the woman sounded in the room.

Wood chips and blood are flying, hatred and pain are intertwined and converged into strength, this is the way that woman poured out her grievances, how painful it used to be, how crazy it is now...