[Chapter 1212 Knee Pillow 1/2]
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“Unexpectedly, Shiori was sacrificed.” The ferocious-looking God of Death fell from the sky, the black wings behind his back fluttering slightly.
Yagami Yue, who was squatting on the steps, raised his head, half of his face hidden in the shadows, looking a little weird.
The corner of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse: “I killed Shiori.”
“Huh?” Death God Ryuk tilted his head, with a confused expression.
“Of course, use the Death Note.” Yagami explained in a low voice.
“That’s strange. The Death Note can’t make people kill people.” Ryuk looked down at Yagami Yue’s eyes. Even if he was squatting, he was much taller than Yagami Yue. “The person whose name is written down will die.” Due to cardiac paralysis.”
“Of course, I know this, so I wrote Shiori’s name on the next page.” Yagami Yue’s eyes were dark, recalling the scene that day.
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“You are a devil.” Ryuk, the God of Death, stepped forward with a ferocious smile on his face.
Yagami Yue stood up and took a deep breath. His expression seemed to be relaxed, but there was a trace of sadness in the depths of his eyes that was extremely difficult to detect: “My beloved Shiori was killed in front of me. In order to defeat Kira, I asked Join the investigation, and they will trust me out of sympathy…”
Death God Ryuk stood up. He stared at Yagami Yue’s back: “Yue, you are more like Death than Death. Shiori really loves you, and you don’t Don’t you love Shiori?”
“Well…” Yagami Yue raised her eyes to look at the sky, the expression on her face had completely disappeared, and in the end she still did not answer Ryuk’s question.
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[Easter Egg]
Finally
finished.
Luochuan threw the magic phone aside and stood up from the sofa.
“Want milk tea?” he asked Yao Ziyan as he was about to leave.
“Ah? Yes.” Yao Ziyan nodded in agreement.
“What does it taste like?”
“Hmm…it’s the same as yours, boss.”
Luo Chuan nodded and came to the equipment that sells milk tea.
After some thought, I chose the original flavor.
“What are you writing here?” Luo Chuan handed the milk tea to Yao Ziyan and asked casually.
“The story of how the messenger was buried in glory.” Yao Ziyan put down her magic phone and answered after taking the milk tea.
“The posts on Magic Phone contain the general story of the characters.” Luo Chuan reminded.
“Well, I know.” Yao Ziyan nodded, “I feel that some parts are not very reasonable, and I am going to make some changes.”
Luo Chuan groaned: “It’s what you wrote anyway, I won’t interfere.”
Yao Ziyan Hearing this, he immediately laughed: “Hey, boss, what were you writing just now?”
“That, the story of Death Note.” Luo Chuan picked up the magic phone, “I just finished writing it, do you want to read it?”
“Yeah.” Yao Ziyan nodded repeatedly.
After handing the magic phone to Yao Ziyan, Luo Chuan sat down next to him holding a cup of milk tea.
After taking a sip, it was rich and mellow, two types of drinks like Coke.
Having said that, what is the effect of milk tea?
Luo Chuan thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he had improved his physique.
Yao Ziyan held Luochuan’s magic phone, and a picture was displayed on the screen.
Although the pure black notebook looks ordinary, it has a vague aura of ominousness.
Yes, Luo Chuan did this himself.
With curiosity, Yao Ziyan crossed the pictures and continued browsing.
When I saw the first content, I frowned slightly.
Why does it look so strange?
It’s completely different from what the boss wrote before.
With doubts in mind, I continued browsing.
Luochuan had told her the story of Death Note before.
But there is a huge difference between what is heard and what is described using specific words.
After just two glances, Yao Ziyan quickly became immersed in the story.
Luochuan opened the system light curtain.
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Light blue light condensed from mid-air, and a light curtain appeared.
The above content has not changed much from usual.
Luo Chuan’s eyes moved down and quickly landed on the content of the task.
Developing new products on your own…
Tsk, the system is really interesting.
I also had nothing to do all day long.
For Luochuan, the functions on the Magic Phone can be seamlessly connected with the system light curtain.
He closed his personal information page and entered the Origin live broadcast to take a look.
Nothing to see either.
In the end, he chose the live broadcast room titled “Forest Survival”, which was the one he often watched.
The young man was sitting in the cave with a bonfire in front of him and roasting food.
You can vaguely see the scene outside the cave, snowflakes are flying, and everything you can see is covered in silver.
