"Ugh!"
Minamoto Tamako's nasal cavity was burning, she pulled out the chopsticks, and a trickle of nosebleed flowed from her right nostril.
"..."
Seeing this scene, Fushimi Roku felt that Minamoto Tamako still had a long way to go before becoming a super assassin.
However, he thought it was a bit strange, why was the real Tamako so different from the Tamako in his dreams? Was it just because he had become a murderer in the dream?
Fushimi Roku, resting his chin on his hand, was feeling a bit cautious, as if he had inadvertently foreseen the exposure of the "Heavenly Punishment" identity.
Minamoto Tamako felt embarrassed and quickly used a tissue to block one nostril: "Hurry up and tell me, what did I do in the dream?"
By the look of it, there was no way to get past this unless it was clarified.
Fushimi Roku stood up, left the dining table, and plopped down on the living room sofa: "You tell me first, and after you're done, I'll tell you."
