(I'll check and modify it...)

Beiyuan Nanfeng was carrying a knife.

Look to the right side of yourself.

On the right side of his body, in the middle of the fork in the corridor, there was a man who could be seen vaguely similar to Miyata Yui.

The man had thin hair, an old face, and was almost skinny. He was slumped in a wheelchair, his arms were densely filled with pinholes, and he was still hanging bottles at this time.

Like...a living dead person.

I heard the Nanfeng of Beiyuan saying "Uncle Miyata".

This man, who looked at least 60 years old, slowly raised his head and showed his face with deep cheeks.

“…How did you find out?”

"As soon as your daughter hears the singing, she is like a waltz. She almost doesn't have the power to fight back. She can be found by everyone, but it is difficult to find opportunities. After all, the corridor is so wide, but it's a blessing for you."

While Beiyuan Nanfeng said, he raised his left hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again.

"Ahem... If it wasn't for an accident, if it weren't for this monster's inexplicable obsession, and the three of them merged, you would have just died."

Yui Miyata's father.

Miyata Hirotaka coughed a few times and continued, "It's just one step away, or a little more time to succeed."

Beiyuan Nanfeng pulled the corner of his mouth: "Call your daughter into a monster, you really have it."

Miyata Hirotaka looked at the Nanfeng of Kitahara and was about to speak.

"I...ah!"

Beiyuan Nanfeng stabbed his thigh with a knife, and then twisted his wrist.

Miyata Hirotaka screamed in terror.

It struggled like a dead fish.

"Sorry, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense for the time being. I want to deal with your daughter first."

Kitahara Nanfeng loosened the hilt, left the knife on his thigh, then turned around and walked towards Yui Miyata who was standing still.

Yui Miyata stood there blankly.

But the huge phantom behind Him still howled violently.

It's just that the host doesn't move.

He seemed unable to move either.

The north wind in the north land looked at the huge phantom.

He pulled the silk thread hard with his left hand to prevent him from pulling the bow while also allowing him to move in a smaller range.

"Hey, when can you eat it?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the huge phantom and suddenly asked in a daze.

“…I can’t beat Him.”

Shiori's figure slowly emerged behind Nanfeng Kitahara. He looked at the huge phantom and carefully hid behind Nanfeng Kitahara.

Kitahara Nanfeng came to Miyata Yui and whispered: "Just go and eat, and He will fight against me."

Shiori: "…"

"Hurry up, think about Mio's words yesterday." Kitahara Nanfeng urged.

Shiori heard the words of the South Wind in the Northland.

Finally, he moved his foot reluctantly, slowly took off, and carefully approached the huge phantom behind Miyata Yui.

The huge phantom of half human and half centipede was watching Shiori approaching.

Let out a hysterical roar.

It seems to be a warning.

It's like negotiation.

Shiori was so scared that she stopped and was about to look back at the south wind of the Northland.

But before she can turn back.

A thunder gun flew over to her.

It was inserted into the forehead of the huge phantom.

The hysterical roar turned into a howl.

Beiyuan Nanfeng loosened his half-lifted left hand and said, "You keep going."

“…”

Shiori was sad and hesitant for a long time. After hesitating, he slowly bent down, grabbed the huge phantom, opened his mouth to Him, and took a small bite...

The howling sounded even louder.

The north and south wind took a deep breath.

After the spirit recovers.

Raise your hand again.

Arc leaps.

Thunder gun throwing again and again.

The phantom's forehead was full of holes.

Shiori was a little bolder.

The speed of mouth cut is much faster.

Beiyuan Nanfeng threw out a thunder gun again, and saw that the phantom was not threatening, so he stopped.

He lowered his head and looked at Miyata Yui, whose delicate body was trembling in front of him.

"Hello."

Beiyuan Nanfeng called her softly, then reached out and grabbed the drum stick she held in her left hand.

She held a drum stick tightly in her left hand, and Beiyuan Nanfeng discovered it as soon as he saw her.

This may be the obsession that Miyata Hirotaka said.

Beiyuan Nanfeng held the other end of the drum stick.

Yui Miyata, who had been standing there, finally reacted. He slowly looked up and looked at the Nanfeng of Kitahara, with a layer of mist covered with a golden vertical pupil.

"If you want to play again, try harder and wake up, or you just waltz by yourself."

Beiyuan Nanfeng grabbed the drum stick with one hand, rubbed her little head with the other hand, and smiled: "In addition, let's say more, it hurts if you go to waltz and kill people."

Miyata Yui trembled even harder.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her with golden vertical pupils flashing with her struggle, smiled and hugged her tightly.

"If you wake up, I'll take you to play."

At the same time.

Shiori took a bite at the phantom behind Miyata Yui again.

Yui Miyata's delicate body shook suddenly, her left hand relaxed, and she finally let go of the tightly clenched drum stick and knife.

"south wind……"

After a soft and soft murmur.

Yui Miyata's body softened and fell into the arms of Nanfeng Kitahara.

Nanfeng Kitahara was responsible for her shoulders. After glanced at her fainted, he picked her up horizontally in a princess hugging her, and tried to walk forward a few steps forward.

The phantom, which had been gnawed by Shigui, did not keep up.

He breathed a little relieved, left a sentence for Shiori, and then hugged Miyata Yui and turned back to Miyata Hirotaka.

Miyata Hirotaka was still slumped in a wheelchair.

Just lost the strength to struggle.

Kitahara Nanfeng walked up to him, gently placed Yui Miyata on the ground, then straightened his waist and pulled out the knife from his thigh.

Miyata Hirotaka screamed again.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Miyata Hirotaka and asked, "Is there anything else I want to say?"

"...Ha, her mother is a monster, she is also a monster. Do you know why I became like this? It's because of her mother, a monster, an ominous woman."

Miyata Hirotaka looked at Kitanhara Nanfeng and murmured: "If you take her, you will become like me sooner or later. Monsters... are not the same as humans."

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Miyata Hirotaka, who was terminally ill, and did not make any excuses. He just said, "It's not your business."
To be continued...