"I said, it has nothing to do with me," Momohiko Omi raised his hands and his voice trembled a little, witnessing the tragic situation of Ichinose Kawazoshin and Jitaro Tsuchihara, and he didn't dare to make any moves.

The man in white in front of him did not budge in the slightest, "The City of Desolate Whispers needs your ability, the one who controls time."

"You say...... Me?" Hyakhiko Omi took a few steps back until he bumped into Murano behind him, "What do you want me to do?"

The man in white stretched out his hand and grabbed him, "You have the power of God, you are the chosen one of God, and it is your destiny to be the chosen one like us." The man in white was gushing about the so-called "Chosen One" in his mouth, but Murano suddenly interrupted the other party.

"Tsukishima...... Classmates?" Blood stained her eyes, but Murano wouldn't blink. The voice under the white clothes is very familiar, but the feelings in the voice are so unfamiliar. In such an environment, he may be Murano's only reliance.

The man in white didn't say any more, but reached out and took off his hood.

That's really Tsukishima Kenji's face! It's just that Murano had never seen such a heavy expression on his face.

"...... you" Murano stared blankly at Tsukishima, her eyes no longer seeing the battle around her, and she had forgotten the blood on her body. Why are you dressed like this? The Chosen One in your mouth is ......."

"Long time no see, Murano." Tsukishima greeted, the solemn expression on his face not lightened by half a point, "Something happened between me and Tezuka, so much so that I had to stay away from him."

Murano shook his head in a trembling manner to show that he didn't understand.

"I know you have a lot of questions, and I'll tell you all about them later." The long knife in Tsukishima's hand flipped half a circle and raised a knife flower, and the tip of the knife pressed against the back of Omi Momohiko, who turned around and was about to escape, "But now you have to come with me, I promise you'll be fine."

Murano looked at Tsukishima without saying anything.

"I know you're thinking about Tezuka, but now he's in trouble," Tsukishima seemed to anticipate that she wouldn't agree, "with your current abilities, you can't help him at all." Come with me, I can help you."

"You're talking about ...... trouble" Murano's words were interrupted by a flying figure.

"And you, the one who charms the heart," the knife in Tsukishima's hand pointed at the Kamirai Saka who fell in front of him, "You also have to come with me and join the Chosen One."

"Who are you," Kamirai Saka stood up with Murano's support in embarrassment, "One counts as one, are you too much!" She let out a loud shout, and the spiritual pressure on her body suddenly skyrocketed.

Seeing this, Tsukishima didn't say much, and raised his knife and stabbed straight at the other party. Who knew that the blade only sank a little into the opponent's chest, and then it was grabbed by the others, and he couldn't get half a point again.

"It's you," Tsukishima looked at Ninemon in front of him, who was holding the blade with one hand, "You're very active this time, but I don't have time to play with you." Speaking of which, the knife in Tsukishima's hand ignited a cyan flame, which was very strange in this somewhat red room.

"It's miserable, the old man knows that he will definitely get angry if he becomes like this." The leader of the Beijing Band raised the double knives in his hand, "I don't have fun alone." As his words fell, two fierce winds like blades struck the Five Hundred Divine Star Sect and the Caotang Saka.

The Five Hundred Divine Star Sect showed contempt, took a sip casually, and stretched out his hand to block the moves of the Jing Band Leader very easily. "I said, uncle, you're the captain, right, how can you be the same as these minions."

"You can even stop the unrefined solo music, young man, your ability is not ordinary," the leader of the Beijing Band was surprised at first, and then quickly accepted the fact that the other party was safe and sound, "Since that's the case, then I'll play with you seriously."

"Oh? Sounds good," the Five Hundred Divine Star Sect grinned, "Come on, bastard Reaper."

"Shadow Ghost." The leader of the Jing Band didn't see any movement in his sword, but he didn't expect that the shadow under the Five Hundred Divine Star Sect suddenly stabbed obliquely, and it stabbed into his body firmly.

"You ......" The Five Hundred Divine Star Sect looked at his shadow in amazement, holding a black knife, he reached out and grabbed it, but it was only empty.

The leader of the Beijing Band didn't stop when he saw that he had a successful blow, "Glamorous, white." He spat softly

uttered a sentence, and then stood in front of the Five Hundred Divine Star Sect with extremely fast steps, and the long knife in his hand fell heavily.

"Hey, bedbug," Mizuki saki hid under the table and kicked Katori Naruki's face fiercely, "When are you going to sleep, get up!"

Perhaps thanks to her unremitting efforts, Katori Narukie slowly opened his eyes.

"Quick, isn't your ability to die unconditionally," Lori's feet didn't stop as he woke up, "Come on, shrunken turtle."

Katori Naruto looked at the nearby battle through the gap under the table in fear, "Don't don't, I can't help, I really can't."

"Why can't you, dead fat pig," Shui Zhaohua Saki lowered her voice and said viciously, "Do you want me to get on, hurry up, waste!" With that, she finally kicked Katori Narukiri out of the table.

"Ahh......h

Everyone fought hard in the battle, and the two men were also on par under the table. Shui Zhaohua Saki was afraid that her movements would be too big to attract them, so she had to kick Katori Naruki's face.

"You two," a voice abruptly interrupted their stalemate, and the familiar figure stood condescendingly on the table, "what are you doing?"

"We ......" Shui Zhaohana Saki looked at Kudozaka's expressionless face with a little horror, and the hand he stretched out to her, "We're just ......" She closed her eyes tightly, and her heart flashed like a marquee about this not-so-distant life.

She didn't feel any pain, but the sound of the rain in her ears became louder. Mizuaki cautiously opened one eye and found that she was outside, surrounded by the disgusting Katori Nakiri and Kudozaka.

"Hey," Mizuki Hanasaki called out to Kudozaka who was about to leave, apparently he had sent him out, "what the hell do you want to do?"

"If you can ask such a question, it means that you don't understand," Kudozaka stopped but didn't look back, "Then it's useless to say more. Now everything is none of your business, so let's go, as far away as possible." With that, his figure disappeared into the rainy night, and no matter how Shui Zhaohua Saki called, he couldn't get any response.

"Fuck off, dead pervert!" Mizuki Aki kicked away angrily and held her own incense, and rushed into the rain.