Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

About idiot bosses, about family pressure, about mentally handicapped colleagues, about mortgages and car loans.

The enormous pressure almost crushed the man's body and mind.

Invisible negative pressure radiates from the man's body.

'Humans are so funny. ’

From the gap in the back seat, something slowly surged out.

Like the bubbles that Mentos poured into Coke, but at a much slower rate.

A person is gradually formed.

Her long blue-gray hair was **** in several braids behind her.

The stitches all over his body make him look like the victim of some mad scientist's lab.

In reality, however, this guy is far more terrifying than a mad scientist.

"What a terrible day."

With a sigh, the middle-aged man who didn't deserve a name looked tiredly at the traffic coming and going on the street.

Men of this age are rarely hurt in spring and autumn.

In fact, most of the sadness in spring and autumn comes from idleness.

A man who has been filled with pressure to fill every gap in his life basically has no time to grieve the spring and autumn.

Only a few times a year when I go out to an izakaya with friends for a drink, I can tell my heart.

It was a rare relaxing time for him.

Reaching out to adjust the rearview mirror, the man glanced at the car behind him and turned on the turn signal to prepare to turn.

"Can not you see?"

The humanoid creature with stitch marks on its face looked at the middle-aged man with interest, and a light blue flame ignited from its palm.

The shadow left by the flame danced back and forth on the face of the real person, making it look extremely sinister.

However, the light blue flame was extinguished in the next second.

"Well, let's take a look first."

Suddenly coming to this strange world, the real person still maintains a vigilant attitude.

After half a day of observation, it found that there seems to be no curse spirit in this world.

Naturally, there is no magician.

This made the heart of the real person excited but also a little disappointed.

Ah, no one is playing anymore, so boring.

Still, be careful.

Those sorcerers might jump out of the cracks like cockroaches at some point.

Looking at the sports car in front of him, a look of interest appeared in the eyes of the real person.

This is really interesting.

When the middle-aged man was about to turn a corner and not continue on the road of Hizuka's quiet vehicle, the real person stretched out his hand.

"Clap."

Pale but well-knuckled fingers gently pinched the man's neck.

In fact, there is no voice, but the real person is very 'intimate' with the voice.

The pale blue flame ignited again.

The tired man's body suddenly stiffened, and the expression on his face was wrinkled, which was very funny.

The relationship between the soul and the body has been a subject of debate since ancient times.

Some people think that the body affects the soul, while others think that the soul affects the body.

In the eyes of real people, the soul is the one who is in the leading position.

As long as the soul can be touched and its shape changed, the body can also be changed.

Chapter 477: Hiratsuka Jing just wants to go home quickly

The moment the cold fingers clasped his neck, the body of the man who was driving instantly stiffened.

The tired expression on his face puckered into a ball, as if he was caught off guard by a large trot of sour lemon in his mouth.

"Transformation of Inaction~"

A frivolous voice sounded, and the stitched face with a vicious smile slowly touched the man's ear and whispered.

Theoretically, a real person who can change the physical form of a human through the soul can use this ability to control the actions of human beings.

In fact, real people are now experimenting with the feasibility of this ability.

For a real person, violently altering a person's soul is like kneading a large ball of dough into a ball.

And this delicate operation is the careful threading of the needle.

Although it is not impossible, it still takes a lot of effort and energy to do it well.

"Oh, that."

"Let's be lighter here, and avoid the words here?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Inside the small car, the man's body was constantly changing with the real man's 'interested' manipulation.

The arms are as stiff as a marionette, and can only be turned around according to the operator's thoughts.

The smooth-moving vehicle on the street suddenly swayed back and forth as if drunk, almost hitting surrounding vehicles several times.

"What are you doing!"

"Can you drive!"

"You **** will be hit by a dump truck sooner or later!"

The car owners, who were almost affected, recovered their anger and vented their anger towards the crooked car in front of them.

All kinds of ugly words kept coming out.

Thinking about it, it's hard for anyone to have a good temper when they are almost hit by a normal driving.

But they obviously don't know that a person killed by a dump truck can be reincarnated in the dirt for as little as 22 million.

Although the premise is that people are superior.

"What are you doing behind the scenes?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was in front, also noticed the movement behind him. After adjusting the rearview mirror, he looked at the crooked car with some doubts.

Through the rearview mirror, Shizuo Hiratsuka could vaguely see the unusual expression on the face of the middle-aged man behind him.

Thinking of the expression of the driver of the big truck before, Shizuo Hiratsuka couldn't help shivering.

No way.

Shouldn't her luck be so bad?

This happened twice in a row in one day.

Can't you?

Shizuka Hiratsuka always felt that the truck driver who had completely died might have been drunk or drunk.

If it's just doubts about the truck driver Shizuo Hiratsuka.

Then looking at the obviously abnormal expression of the driver behind, Shizuo Hiratsuka said that he was almost certain.

Shaking his head, Shizuo Hiratsuka stepped on the accelerator and accelerated to leave.

It doesn't matter if she is speeding, she is really psychologically shadowed by that big truck.

I probably won't go racing again for a long time after that.

"Hey! Don't run!"

The real person who was playing with the middle-aged man's soul repeatedly shouted in dissatisfaction.

Like a child who sees his favorite toy being taken away.

The actions that were considered cautious at first turned violent.

The man's arms gradually became twisted and grotesque as the real person thought.

The forearm muscles of the right hand twisted together like a vortex, and it also seemed to be hit by Tooth's claw and Jello's iron ball.

A lot of tiny tentacles like plant roots appeared on the back of the hand, spreading out and exploring.

The fingers holding the steering wheel were completely glued together, and he would never be able to take it off the steering wheel again with his own words.

The man's other arm continued to swell and grow like an inflated ball.

Half a seat filled up quickly.

Feeling the changes in his body, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of despair, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know why this happened to him.

Before getting in the car, today was just an ordinary and boring day for him.

But soon everything changed.

His body was out of control, and the whole person could only watch what happened.

He didn't know how many times he prayed in his heart, who didn't believe in the existence of gods, but the miracle did not happen after all.

Control of his body still hadn't returned to him, and even this change happened very quickly.

'If you can, let me die. ’

The man thought desperately.

Of course, just thinking about it.

No one wants to leave this beautiful world if they can.

As long as you are alive there is hope.

If you die, there is nothing left.

Under the control of a real person, this unremarkable commercial vehicle just opened up a kind of bohemian momentum.

No one dared to get too close to it along the way.

After all, the car is your own, and your distress is also your distress.

Judging from the way this guy drives, either he has an official father or his brain is a little sick.

No matter which of the two, they, ordinary people, can't afford to provoke them.

Not to mention the official.

People with serious brain problems will only think that the problem lies in you.

And his theory may even be bitten back.

"Can't you see me until now?"

Glancing at the man in the seat, the real person said calmly.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people cannot see the existence of curse spirits.

But there are some exceptions.

For example, when you are in a special environment, such as when you are dying.

According to the conjecture of the real person, this human being should almost collapse after it has played with the soul for so long with its inaction transformation.

This is not beyond its expectations.

The middle-aged man's thinking was almost down, and he could only watch things happen.