On the third day, Kurolo's food was dry bread with no mold. Why is there so much bread on Meteor Street? Maybe it's easier to preserve.

Probably finally realizing that handcuffing Asami all day and forcing others to admire herself for going to the toilet was an inhumane thing (Kamimeito), Kurolo unlocked this useless bondage. Now, he's finally free to go out and go to the bathroom, and pretend he's just gone to read a book.

"Kurolo, why do you want to get out of here?" Asami asked, "I think it's also a good choice for you to be king here." ”

"......" Kurolo was silent for a moment, and said, "No one wants to be confined to a narrow sky. Meteor Street is indeed home to a lot of wonderful things, but I yearn for the outside world that I write about in the book. ”

"The mundane world is indeed beautiful and colorful." Asami said, "But it's not as fun as you think. ”

"The book says that there are seven strange beauties in this world. One of the most attractive is probably the 'Fiery Red Eyes of the Kuluta Clan', which is said to have an extremely magnificent fiery red color. But ......" Kurolo's dark eyes moved, and his gaze fell on Asami: "Maybe those eyes are just a fallacy." Red eyes...... It's probably the pair in front of me that can be called 'beautiful'. ”

Asami took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on the bridge of her nose and said, "I'm blind." ”

Kurolo laughed and said, "Your Highness Zhaofenghong, don't worry, I'm not like the kind of robber who kills for the sake of a pair of eyes. …… It may be in the future, but not now. ”

"No, I'm not worried at all." Asami said, "I'll be out of here soon anyway, belch." ”

On the fourth day, food and water ran out again. Kurolo went out in search of food—well, from the streets of the center. The boss of the central district dared not speak in anger, glared at the young man, and let Kurolo take the water and food with him. This kind of bandit-like behavior is extremely common in Meteor Street. The laws of the world cannot be constrained here, only power can make the rules of Meteor Street.

Asami asked, "Kurolo, do you have any friends?" ”

Kurolo pondered for a moment and said, "Of course there is. It's just that I'm afraid that they will be beaten by His Highness Zhao Fenghong. ”

Asami: "...... Am I like that god? ”

Kurolo continued to ponder and said, "I refuse to answer this question. ”

Kurolo's friends are a few young men who share his peculiar deterrent powers. It is said that they are all capable of reading, and their names are strange and distinctive. When they got together with Kurolo, it was like a large gang of bandits, and everyone was shocked everywhere they passed.

When the morning of the seventh day came, Asami leaned impatiently against the door, waiting for Kurolo, who pretended to be "out to read" but didn't know what to do, to come back. Half an hour after Kurolo went out, he finally returned. The moment he pushed the door open, he was greeted with a sermon about health.

"Kurolo, you've been squatting in the toilet for more and more time. Don't read books while going to the toilet, it's not good for your bowel habits. Well, human gut health is really complicated......"

Kurolo pestle at the door, said slowly, "...... His Royal Highness Fenghong, there is a sentence that I have wanted to sue you for a long time. ”

"Say."

"Can you look like a god? At least ......"

"Pretend you don't need to defecate like I do? You're dreaming, Kurolo. ”

That's the treatment that only Uchiha Itachi hasachi!

They Uchiha don't need to be near the toilet! It's that good!

"Alright, Kurolo. Seven days will soon be over, and I will grant your wish and take you out of this place where I am suffocating and fainting and screaming. Asami pushed her sunglasses and said, "Hello." You can also bring a few friends with you - the babyface called Chivalry, and you can also pick it up. ”

"No, thank you." Kurolo politely refused: "Now I've changed my mind." I can get out of Meteor Street on my own, so I don't want to waste my wishes in a place like this. ”

“…… So why did you make this wish in the first place? ”

“…… Your Highness, I just wanted to give it a try, and ...... this book I picked up from the garbage heap."

"Well, you can shut up, Kurolo."

Asami paused for a moment and said, "Even if you don't plan to leave from here, I'm going to go." I can't stay in this world that doesn't belong to me forever - the so-called 'history is always in progress, everything is small', and for the gods, it is impossible for a small human being to hold me back. ”

Kurolo smiled but said nothing.

Asami babbled on for a while, but Kurolo still smiled and remained silent.

Asami shook her shoulders and said, "Oh Kurolo, when you don't discuss philosophy with me, you laugh and make me feel scared. ”

Kurolo said, "It was His Highness Zhao Fenghong who told me to shut up. ”

Asami: "...... You're so obedient, young Kurolo. ”

Kurolo stood on a broken couch at the top of the garbage hill, with a broken radio on his feet and a doll with a moldy pile at his other feet. However, in this kind of wolf bèi unbearable place, the young Kuloro can still maintain a calm and unhurried posture, his black hair that has not been washed for two days is soft and shiny, and his black eyes are full of calculation and scrutiny.

"I remember...... His Royal Highness said that my behavior was no different from that of a robber. Kurolo said, spreading his palms into the air as if holding a book. "To be honest, I don't think there's anything bad about thieves," he said. If you like something, you have to get it, and if you have good things, you have to grab it. I grew up on Meteor Street, and that's my rule of life. ”

"When you walk out of Meteor Street, someone will teach you how to behave." Asami nodded.

Kurolo didn't care, and a book suddenly appeared in his hand. The book was extremely heavy and had an old cover. With a slight movement of his thumb, the heavy cover naturally flipped up, and the inner pages fluttered and then stopped at one page. He held a book in one hand and clasped Asami's wrist with the other, like a poor little brother seeking a hug from his sister.

"I was supposed to be a thief before I met you. When he sees what he likes, he plunders it for his own use. Kurolo put his middle finger on the back of Asami's hand and said, "For example, this ability." Use your telekinesis to mark the other party—"

Asami pulled her hand back from Kurolo's hand, she raised her arm, stared at the black reverse swastika on the back of her hand, and said, "Kurolo, what are you doing here?" ”

The fifteen-year-old boy smiled very humbly and politely, looking gentle and harmless: "If you have something beautiful, you have to find a way to get it." This is the only rule enshrined by the robbers who came out of Meteor Street. ”

"Hey, you mean you're delusional about keeping the gods?" Asami pushed her sunglasses and said, "Kurolo, you're thinking too much." ”

"It's not that the gods are left behind." "It's just a yearning for good things," Kurolo said. ”

"Wake up, Kurolo." Asami was calm: "At least get into the habit of pooping on time and think about anything else." ”

"......" Kurolo was silent for a while, and then said, "Can you not mention this?" ”

"I can't."

“……”

The two stood on the foul-smelling garbage heap and confronted each other for a while, Asami shook her hand and said, "Hey, I'll ask you one last time, do you still want to leave Meteor Street?" I can take you anywhere you want right now. ”

"No, I don't." "I'd rather invite you to stay here a little longer," Kurolo said. ”

"I ...... I refuse. Asami tugged at her neckline with difficulty: "Living here, I'll go into shock." ”

"Then we can go and live in the outside world for a while." Culolo made another comment.

"I refuse too." Asami said, "I'm going back to see my son." He's six years old and so cute, and I miss him a lot. ”

Fifteen-year-old Kurolo was a little disappointed, and he said, "If you really get out of here, I'm afraid there will never be such beautiful fiery red eyes in this world." I don't know what I'm going to do to ......."

Kurolo, who has always been calm and polite, rarely showed the look that a teenager of this age should have, like a middle school student who failed an exam, or a child who couldn't get the gift he wanted. Such a weakness failed to impress Asami, because Asami, who was standing on the top of the garbage heap, could hardly breathe.

The young man's appearance is indeed beautiful and attractive, but the garbage on Meteor Street is so foul and stinking that it is completely impossible for the gods who are accustomed to chasing and welcoming them to live. Even if it's a war on earth...... She also only lives in the jungle, and has no experience with garbage at all.

"Okay then." Kurolo smiled: "If His Royal Highness Zhaofeng Hong must leave here, I have no way to stop it." Because I don't have the power to do anything to the gods. But......" his eyes darkened, "I have a love for those who have the same red eyes...... Maybe it won't be so light-hearted. That must not be the scene that the gods who protect the world want to see, right? ”

Asami was stunned for a moment, pondering the meaning of Kurolo's words repeatedly. After a long time, she replied calmly, "You're wrong, Kurolo. I've always been a cold observer of human affairs. The overthrow of a race must not be due to one thing or one person, but must be due to long-term weakness or stupidity -- that is the motive that conforms to the trajectory of history. The destruction of a race cannot be disobeyed and manipulated by the power of one person alone. Those who vainly try to confront the torrent of the world are foolish. ”

Asami stopped herself, reminding herself that she couldn't go on and on and on. She coughed and said, "Then I'm leaving, Kurolo." ”

"I really would do that." The black-haired teenager stepped on the broken radio under his feet, and the words in his mouth were loud and full of momentum.

"You won't." Asami said, "Because after I leave, you will forget about my storage." ”

Kulolo's expression froze, his eyebrows furrowed, and he said, "Will you definitely forget jì?" ”

As soon as he muttered this, a gust of wind suddenly rose from Meteor Street. The wind was mixed with the stench of moldy and rotten, and a pile of white plastic paper was blowing in front of him, and the waste paper and foam boxes on the ground were also rolled in small circles by the wind. Kurolo stood at the top of the garbage hill in a daze, looking around at the empty surroundings.

"Just now...... Who am I talking to? ”