After getting the Death Note at the beginning, I became invincible

Zhang Yixuan was only dazed for a few seconds, but then reacted, "Impossible."

"How can it be impossible for a man's room to be so big?" Sun Yue pushed away the stunned him, jumped to the counter under the TV alone and took out the scissors to cut off the adhesive tape on his wrist, "It took so long to accompany you, and I finally waited for this moment." From

the beginning, Sun Yue didn't intend to let Lu Ming secretly protect himself, but took the opportunity to find the sixth Death Note by using the strategy of diverting the tiger from the mountain.

Sun Yue, who had regained his freedom, came to Zhang Yishu, leaned over and patted the other party's face gently, and said with a smile:

"It's still too tender." You want to wait for me to collect all the Death Notes before taking them, but I don't know that I first planned for your Death Note. "

What love is ambiguous is far less important than Death Note.

Zhang Yixuan lowered his eyelids, and his hands slowly climbed up Sun Yue's waist and rotated - Sun Yue

was dizzy when he was smashed, and Yu Guang saw him reach out to take a few death notes on the table and leave!

Leave?!

Think beautifully!

Sun Yue's long legs hooked Zhang Yi's waist and pulled it back, reached out and pulled the other party's hair back, and turned out the electric baton hidden in his pocket regardless of the other party's sobssing.

"Sun Yue, you old coward..."

Zhang Yixuan felt that a large piece of his scalp was going to be pulled out by Sun Yue.

He turned around and disarmed Sun Yue's wrists, grabbed the slender hands with a backhand, and bent his knees against Sun Yue's abdomen so that she could no longer get up and move.

After all, there is a huge disparity in strength between men and women, Sun Yue does not move, and Zhang Yixuan does not dare to let go.

The two stared at each other silently.

"Don't look at it, if you don't run away, you won't even have a chance to escape." Sun Yue's lips opened slightly.

"Run? Why should I run away? Zhang Yishu held Sun Yue's wrists with one hand, and with the other hand flipped out his mobile phone to find the police number.

He smiled slightly, "Do you want Death Note to have anything to do with me sending you to the police station?" "

The police station?

The police department is now closing the Death Note case, and I'm afraid that only Lan Qingliu is left as an old police officer.

Sun Yuewaner: "You can try."

When Zhang Yishu heard Sun Yue's words, most of them already knew that there were Sun Yue's people in the police station, and the mobile phone that was frozen in mid-air didn't know whether to continue or put it down for a while.

After a long time, he laughed again, "You missed a question, am I the one who found the Death Note so easily for others?"

Sun Yue looked at him fiercely.

I saw him lift his clothes, revealing another white vest inside, throwing his phone on the table, and taking out a Death Note from his back waist.

Sun Yue was numb, looked at him sincerely and asked, "Do you have something on your mind when you wear so much?" "

Who still wears a vest and a casual dress in late summer and early autumn!

Death Note requires skin-to-skin contact to restore memories.

The few seconds Zhang Yixuan touched the Death Note, and the digitization of the lifespan above his head disappeared as a tobacco.

He reopened his eyes, and the clarity and firmness in his eyes were gone, but a look of contempt, indifference and arrogance.

"Is that so?" he took in all his memories. It was also his previous idea to carry the Death Note with him, he looked at Sun Yue under him, and sneered, "Surprise?

Sun Yue: "..."

It's really hard to kill.

Sun Yue closed his eyes in despair.

"You said you wanted to see me, but people didn't dare to see it when they came." Zhang Yixuan didn't give Sun Yue time, the death note in his hand was spread out on the table, and he struggled to hook the spring pen on the table.

In a moment's time, Sun Yue seized the opportunity to suddenly burst out of his captivity and broke free from his captivity, straightened up and lifted the person on his body, and quickly grabbed the death note on the table and threw it in the direction of Chaoyangtai!

"Whoa!" The black notebook draws a perfect arc in mid-air.

Zhang Yi followed the direction of Death Note gloomily, the spring pen in his hand was already in the palm of his hand, he kicked up and threw himself on the balcony and was locked by Sun Yue's hook arm on the sofa!

Sun Yue also saw the last Grim Reaper.

Rem stood quietly on the balcony staring at the scuffle between the two.

Sun Yue retracted his gaze and bent his knees against Zhang Yi's redundant waist, and the tightening of his arms was shrinking little by little.

After recovering his memory, Zhang Yixuan didn't have the kindness he had before, he turned back and left the top knee behind his back, holding Sun Yue and slamming it into the corner of the table!

"Bang-"

The table was overwhelmed and there was a bang!

Sun Yue felt the pain from his lower back, which made his face hideous, gritted his teeth and took the initiative to release the lock throat, and his fist approached the other party's Adam's apple!

"Hmm!" Zhang Yi turned his head and retched a few times, and for a moment he seemed to see his grandmother calling him.

Sun Yue raised his leg and kicked him in the waist, escaped from the other party's dangerous range, and immediately ran to the balcony!

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the sole of the foot and wrapped it around the ankle!

"Bang!"

Sun Yue fell to the ground, turned around and kicked the opponent's chest with his foot!

"Let go!" Sun Yue dragged the things around him and smashed them at the other party!

"You tell you to let go?" Zhang Yi scolded redundantly, and dragged Sun Yue's body into the bedroom to lock it.

The lights in the bedroom had not yet been turned on, and it was pitch black all around, and the moonlight shining on the windowsill of Wei Yu was the highlight.

Zhang Yixuan wanted to lock Sun Yue in the room, so he ran out and picked up the Death Note.

How could Sun Yue do what he wanted, pulling his clothes back, one clang, and the two fell to the ground again!

Both of them put in desperate effort to prevent the other from touching the door.

His eyes were grim, his breath was panting, and his chest was undulating.

After a while, Zhang Yixuan stopped struggling and rested temporarily by the side of the bed.

Sun Yue pushed his head away in disgust and patted his sheets: "It's dirty."

Zhang Yi glanced at him obliquely, and directly grabbed the sheet just now while Sun Yue was distracted and wiped his entire face!

Sun Yue: !

Murderous intent is back in the air.

"Hey, Sun Yue, why do you want to collect all the Death Notes?" He asked, gasping.

"Come less, the villain dies from talking too much." Sun Yue sealed the problem.

Zhang Yi glanced at Sun Yue, "Have you already guarded me to this point?" It's chilling.

He sighed heavily and took the initiative to stay away from Sun Yue.

There seemed to be movement outside the door, Sun Yue glanced at his watch, and did not continue to entangle with him, and wanted to get up but Zhang Yixuan grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to the bed.

"You-"

Sun Yue turned around and just said a word, and the familiar electric numbness came from his wrist as promised!

In an instant, all the strength in Sun Yue's body collapsed.

At the moment when Sun Yue was knocked down by electric hemp, Zhang Yixuan stood up and watched Sun Yue fall to the ground alone.

He removed Sun Yue's watch, opened the mezzanine inside to confirm that there was still a paper of the Death Note, and couldn't help but take out the paper and hide it in the palm of his hand.

Then he bowed his head slightly, picked up Sun Yue's unconscious face in the half-light and half-darkness, and whispered:

"Sun Yue, we'll see you in the next life."

"Oh no, we'll never see each other again."

Zhang Yixuan let go of his hand and deliberately created a little movement to attract people outside.

“...... Hey, Wen Yuexiao, is that you? Lu Ming's voice came into the room from outside the door.

Zhang Yishu dragged a chair to the window and sat down, recalling the appearance and name of the owner of the voice.

The spilled ink from the tip of the pen is depicted as text.

Fall on milky white paper.

The five Grim Reapers, in the dark, watched in silence as they watched for a few breaths of the moment, which changed history.

Lu Ming cautiously pushed open the door and touched the switch on the wall.

"Smack."

The lights are on.

Lu Ming saw Sun Yue who fell to the ground at the first glance, and then saw the man with Erlang's legs by the window at the second glance!

He still has a piece of paper and a pen in his hand!

"It's a little late." His thin lips opened slightly.

Lu understood that his pupils were about to shrink into a point, and hurriedly looked at Amma, seeing that Ama didn't need to move, he immediately turned off the light and closed the door, picked up a death note in the living room, found a pencil, and hurriedly wrote down the name that Sun Yue told him in advance.

His mission tonight is to steal Zhang Yi's death note, and second, for Zhang Yi's appearance.

After Lu Ming finished writing his name, he suddenly came to his senses and looked at the six Death Notes that were spilled on the floor.

Wait, that's six...

Even the Death Note that he lost.

It was also at this moment that Lu Ming suddenly realized that he was crazy enough to take away six Death Notes and slam the door to escape from here!

Luke sighed: "Yue has been delayed for so long, and it has really dragged on until people come back." "

Although the man ran away with all the Death Notes again.

Rem came to the bedroom and stood in front of Zhang Yishu: "Yishu, you lost." "

Lose?

Zhang Yi turned his head to look at the people on the floor, and heard movement from the living room again...

Forty seconds passed in my mind's silence...

"He's not dead, you're going to die." Rem looked down on him with pity and struck down the Last Judgment himself.

Zhang Yixuan looked at the eyes that reflected his gaffe in shock.

Lu Ming is not dead?

Didn't die....

He didn't die!

The paper in Sun Yue's watch is fake!!

"Damn!! Sun Yue!! "

I didn't expect Sun Yue to be wary of himself to such a point!!

Zhang Yi left his chair in a heapy and strode towards Sun Yue with a gloomy face.

"What are you going to do?" Rem asked.

Zhang Yixuan didn't speak, but picked up Sun Yue and rushed to the window!

Rem:!

This is the sixth floor!

Zhang Yixuan wants to pull Sun Yue to die together!

Zhang Yishu saw that he was getting closer and closer to the window, and there was still a little distance

left-plop-plop--

his heart suddenly erupted with a strong feeling of suffocation and pain!

Zhang Yi's pupils narrowed and trembled, and he lost all his strength in an instant, so he fell a few steps away from the windowsill with Sun Yue in his arms!

"Poof!"

The cool breeze blows outside the window, refreshing, comfortable and peaceful.

The cicadas are singing and composing, and they fall asleep.

The light of the moon fell on the two of them, and the shadows derived from them could no longer distinguish each other.

Zhang Yixuan stared at Sun Yue, who was nearly in a coma, the other party's fair skin exuded a soft light, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his curled eyelashes seemed to open the crescent moon eyes that would open the pupils in the next second.

Then I saw my own embarrassed appearance.

Laugh at yourself.

"Sun Yue... You..."

Zhang Yi's lips pursed slightly, his pupils gradually dilated, and he could only stare at Sun Yue with incomprehensible feelings hidden in his gaze.

Two seconds later, the wind quietly left the world.