newbobooks Chapter 277 Edit: First of all, I didn’t mess with anyone
Chapter 277 Edit: First of all, I didn’t mess with anyone
The young bird no longer has the strength to make a sound.
Its eyes gradually turned gray and dead, reflecting the figure of the blond young man, and finally the half-open eyes closed.
As a trace of heat then disappeared, it died completely.
Fūya Rei stared blankly at the dead bird and murmured softly, "A bird without wings, unable to fly freely, will eventually die."
What about me, a clown who is bound and has lost his freedom, when will the end come?
"Mr. Toru?"
Some familiar voices sounded.
Fūya Rei remained squatting on the ground without looking back.
You're not calling me, my name is not Toru.
"Mr. Toru!"
The voice was approaching, and Fūya Rei reacted slowly. It seemed that someone was really calling him. After all, he was the only one in this snowy and desolate place.
Fūya Ling turned his head and saw a man wearing a black top hat and a thick windbreaker standing not far from him politely. He had a calm expression and a slight surprise in his eyes.
He tilted his head naturally without saying a word.
A trace of solemnity flashed across Kudo Yusaku's eyes. He didn't expect to meet Mr. Toru, who had sent his daughter to him and whom he had met once before, under such circumstances.
In the freezing snow, the young man wore a pure white magician's tuxedo, which seemed to melt into the snow and seep into the soil bit by bit. If it weren't for his dazzling golden hair, he might not have noticed that there was a familiar person in this remote place.
Mr. Toru, something felt wrong to him.
He still remembered the last time they met. Mr. Toru was elegant and gentle, with an artist's unique dignity and arrogance surrounding him, and deep in his eyes was tolerance and love for the world.
But this time——
Mr. Toru has completely changed.
In the cold winter world covered in snow, only his touch of color blooms lonely.
But there was no sense of loneliness or desolation about him.
He exuded an unrestrained elegance and freedom. His wide white cloak was gently trembling in the biting cold wind, like the wings of a big bird. The next moment, he would spread his wings and fly high into the sky to play with the snow elves.
When he turned his head and looked over, his bright purple-gray eyes were full of unfamiliarity, but he didn't seem bothered. Instead, he seemed used to it and even enjoyed it.
Kudo Yusaku keenly noticed that the blond young man seemed to have forgotten him.
His heart was pounding, things were getting tricky!
More importantly, this familiar attire clearly shows that he is the leader of Liberty Island who is respected by everyone and given the title of Saint.
"Mr. Toru, do you want to go back with me to visit Xila? It's been so long since we last met, and the kid misses you." Kudo Yusaku pushed his foggy glasses, subtly testing how much the blond young man remembered.
"Xila?" Fūya Ling repeated the name in a stiff voice, remembering that there seemed to be a drawing of a killing angel in the little notebook more than three hours ago. Was she his daughter?
The magician suddenly stood up, and without any movement, he was already standing in front of Kudo Yusaku.
Kudo Yusaku's pupils suddenly shrank. What?
Why so fast!
"Ask a question!" Furiya Rei enthusiastically circled around the elegant man with a small mustache. The rubbing sound of his shackles, accompanied by the joyful uplift of his voice, had a sense of absurd theatricality. "Are you talking about my daughter, Xiao Xila?"
When he stood up and walked out of the snowdrift, the hidden shackles could no longer be hidden.
Kudo Yusaku's gaze fell uncontrollably on the black high-tech chain, and his heart felt as if a huge stone was hanging, heavy.
Mingming, Mingming just thought that this person was the freest bird.
But at this moment, because he was locked up, I couldn't help feeling sad and sorry, as well as curious and worried about the misfortune he had encountered.
Kudo Yusaku pursed his lips, his expression quietly serious for a moment, but when he looked at the blond young man, he regained his gentle and calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened.
He was sure that Mr. Turo's personality had changed drastically. He now behaved recklessly and had broken away from the constraints of worldly ethics and laws.
It is too dangerous to do whatever you want and do whatever you want.
Is that chain a punishment or a restraint?
He didn't show any emotion on his face and replied calmly, "Yes. Xila has always missed you, Mr. Toru."
The magician narrowed his eyes, clapped his hands happily, and laughed: "Wow, she's really my little daughter. Funny, funny~"
Fūya Rei turned around and went back to the tree he had been under. He squatted down and did something, then walked briskly to Kudo Yusaku.
Seeing his puzzled look, she suddenly held the dead bird in front of him.
Kudo Yusaku was forced to face the stiff body of the dead bird. His face was a little stiff, perhaps because it was due to the cold wind blowing for too long.
"Look at this little bird that hasn't grown wings." The blond young man lowered his brows and gazed at the bird. The smile on his face instantly disappeared, and a hint of melancholy and sadness crept over his brows. "It died because it wasn't free."
"Sir, my little Silla, is she free?"
He raised his eyes and stared at Kudo Yusaku, asked in a soft tone, and waited patiently for Kudo Yusaku's answer.
Kudo Yusaku's heart sank completely.
This pathological pursuit of extreme freedom——
Just like the people on Liberty Island.
Mr. Toru's eyes give people a chilling feeling.
Just like him, he is not bound by anything, has no normal logic, is difficult to calculate, difficult to profile, and difficult to predict!
You can't be sure whether he will attack someone in the next second.
Kudo Yusaku put on a casual smile, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, he pulled his scarf, exhaled a puff of white air, and then responded seriously: "Xi La is very free, no one restricts her, she can do whatever she wants."
I always feel that if I don't have the freedom to answer, little Xila will be forced to die like this bird.
Yusaku Kudo held the scarf to make himself feel more secure.
Ever since Xila came to his house, Kudo Yusaku finally understood the chaos that comes with having problematic and naughty children at home.
It's not that the child is making trouble, but that the child has no common sense.
Moreover, objectification is serious.
Simply put, Xila did not regard himself as a human being, but as a handy weapon.
Last week, an editor called to urge him to submit his manuscript, and mentioned that if he didn't hand it in, he would hang himself at his doorstep.
Xila accidentally overheard this. During dinner, when the family was having a lively time, Xila asked sincerely while munching on rice, "Uncle, do you want me to edit this?"
The dining table, which was just bustling, suddenly became quiet.
In this delicate atmosphere, Kudo Yusaku asked tentatively: "Xila, what do you mean by handling it?"
Xila, who was concentrating on eating, looked up and replied, "Cut the neck and disguise the body as a suicide."