People In Conan: Started Becoming A Demonic Guardian

Shiho Miyano held back tears, she didn't want Fujiwara to see her weak appearance for the rest of her life, she was afraid that it would annoy him.

However, how can Fujiwara be annoyed for the rest of her life?

It's too late to love her! A woman who is willing to let off her guard and show her sincerity to you is the most encouraging thing.

"It's nice to see you. Shiho Miyano snorted, slurred her speech, and felt the familiar aura on her face, and she was relieved.

It seems that there is no need to be afraid when the sky falls, because she knows that there will definitely be such a person who will stand up and block her to the death.

Drunk and obsessed, Shiho Miyano does whatever he wants, and he is not controlled at all, she is like an octopus, pestering Fujiwara for the rest of her life.

Because of the alcohol, for a while, it seemed that they had forgotten why they were here.

Fujiwara Yusheng and Miyano Shiho were close at hand, and between their eyes, sparks flew out.

Shiho Miyano smiled, his hand caressing Fujiwara's cheek like a soft hand.

On the night of the New Year, the black light blinded, and Fujiwara couldn't see it really for the rest of his life, and Miyano Shiho was not drunk like this at that time.

At this moment, Fujiwara's mind for the rest of his life came up with that beautiful sentence, skin like clotted fat, collar like a grub, teeth like a rhinoceros, a moth with a moth eyebrow, a clever smile, and beautiful eyes.

Shiho Miyano, who was in full bloom because his clothes didn't fit, deserved that long list of words.

Miyano Shibao's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be discharged, this look of wanting to talk about it, with strong affection, and the appearance of Ren Jun picking made him almost lose his mind.

He hurriedly meditated in his heart, his heart was clear, and the sky was not shocked...

However, in the next second, he directly broke the gong.

Miyano Shiho leaned forward slightly, and the ill-fitting clothes were directly propped open, and the button didn't know where it flew.

Her condition must be that she doesn't have well-fitting underwear, and at this time, she finds a coat thankfully.

Shiho Miyano, who has a complete vacuum inside, is even completely ruined by his clothes.

Two lively little white rabbits appeared in front of Fujiwara for the rest of his life without a trace of defense.

Boom....

Fujiwara swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he had already tasted it on the night of the New Year, and even though he had seen it, it would still make his brain crash.

Now he still knew when it was, and quickly took off all his clothes and changed them for her.

His clothes didn't fit her now, so he had to put them all on her.

Just after coaxing Miyano Shiho to get dressed, there were footsteps at the door, and there was a whistle.

"I didn't expect you to be able to escape. Pisk's triumphant voice reached Fujiwara's ears.

Pisk didn't know that this toilet door was a ghost door, and when he stepped in, he couldn't get out.

Fujiwara was pressed against the door, and he felt Pisk pushing open the door of the cubicle one by one.

By the time Pisk got to Fujiwara's door, one of his hands had just reached the door.

Bang

a hand directly pierced the door panel, and the whole door panel flew towards him.

The next second he realized that he was being pressed against the wall.

He stared horrified at the man who was about to put him to death, exposing the angular muscles of his upper body.

Then I saw the toilet again, where there was a woman sitting there paralyzed, and that face was Shiho Miyano.

At this moment, Shiho Miyano was smiling and waving at him, "Hello." "

I... I am not good... Pisk's neck was pinched so hard that the massive impact was clearly designed to throw him off balance.

The pistols had fallen not far away, and his face was the color of pig's liver, and he felt dizzy and his brain was about to lose thinking.

"Don't be nervous, it's normal to get dizzy for the first time, relax, relax.

Fujiwara's voice was like a messenger from hell throwing an olive branch to him again.

I don't want to die... Pisk's eyes were swollen and bloodshot, and his legs were kicking wildly.

"Originally, the organization asked me to kill you directly, but you shouldn't have provoked me. "

So, I've decided to make your death less enjoyable.

Fujiwara smiled brightly, his hands slightly loosened, but he still resisted Pisk.

Pisk, who was on the verge of amnesty, had just breathed less than a second before he was immediately choked by the neck again.

"Kill—" Pisk's eyes were desperate, and he was bent on dying.

This suffocating feeling made Pisk extremely tormented, and it was even more uncomfortable than killing him directly, jumping back and forth between life and death.

There is no hope for life at all.

After torturing Pisk for nearly ten minutes, Fujiwara Yusheng threw him to the ground, and Pisk's old body, as nimble as a young man, immediately crawled to the side of the pistol with his hands and feet.

Pisk's face was hideous, and his face, which was already full of wrinkles, looked even more crazy at the moment.

"You can't torture me anymore!You're the devil!' you devil!" Pisk

, who had already been tortured and had a nervous breakdown, picked up a gun and pointed it at his head.

A

gunshot sounded like thunder on the ground in the secret room, Miyano Shiho covered his ears, Fujiwara did not have any discomfort for the rest of his life, this kind of close-range gunshot, he was used to it.

Pisk shot himself in the temple.

When he fell, he seemed to have a smile on his face, which was a smile of relief and relief.

Scold... Cheap

yours Fujiwara Yu Sheng wiped his hands and washed his hands clean, he hugged Miyano Shiho out,

"It's really big."

"You mean the body or where. The

two of them were in love with each other, filling the air.

Fujiwara Yusheng took Miyano Shiho to the utility room in front of the next door, and the movement here was bound to be unheard because it was very remote.

And the pistol has been processed, and the sound on it will not be as loud as the sound of the commonly used pistol.

"What are you looking at me like this, haven't you seen enough?"

The alcohol was almost gone, and Shiho Miyano sat on the table, and Fujiwara Yusheng stood face to face with her, pressed together.

"I like it, I can never see enough!" Finding

that Miyano Shiho was a little shy, Fujiwara smiled and leaned in, his lips were imprinted, and his affection lingered.

Shiho Miyano, who exudes the mellow smell of alcohol, is fascinating.

"Change your clothes back, and you'll be able to change them later.

Miyano Shiho knew what Fujiwara was thinking for the rest of his life, but the face of the goddess of the iceberg was shining by the sun at the moment and turned into a puddle of spring water.

When she took off the sweatshirt that belonged to Fujiwara for the rest of her life, there was no cover on her upper body.

Shiho Miyano lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Fujiwara Yusei, she knew that Fujiwara Yusheng must be admiring her body now.

Sure enough, Fujiwara, who had endured for a long time, was buried in Miyano Shiho's arms for the rest of his life.

If the previous gray plain mourning was a young green apple, then Miyano Shiho is a ripe peach.