Conan's winery play house

Chapter 173 Still Hunter Exam
"Did you catch up to get back your number plate?" The boy lying on the ground asked stubbornly.

"No, I'm here to praise you." Mr. Magician stood in front of Xiaojie and answered his question.

Aito on the side of the tree showed a thoughtful expression on his face.

Was Xiaojie praised because he snatched Mr. Magician's number plate?

In that case...

If I also snatch the number plate from Mr. Magician, will I be praised by the other party?

Ato's eyes fell on Mr. Magician.

There are four number plates on Mr. Magician.

Just get one at will.

Ai Tuo watched Xiaojie who said that he didn't want to owe Hisoka anything but was punched by Hisoka, thinking in his heart when he would go to get Hisoka's number plate.

Mr. Magician smiled strangely and licked the blood on the back of his hand. It was Xiaojie's blood after punching Xiaojie.

Mr. Magician seems to like it very much.

Ato touched his face.

If Mr. Magician wanted to slap his face in the real world, it might not work.

Because he is only good-looking enough to be liked by his family.

Even during the time of being locked up, the face was seldom beaten.

The place where "Mom" kisses the most is also his face.

But this is the game world, it doesn't matter if you get slapped in the face, it won't affect the face in reality.

Although he doesn't like being hit very much, but he doesn't feel the pain anymore, so it doesn't matter.

He watched Hisoka and Xiaojie make an agreement.

The number plate remained in Jay's hand until Jay was able to return the same punch to Hisoka.

There was envy in Ai Tuo's eyes.

It's an agreement, he also wants to make an agreement with Mr. Magician.

Although I don't know what to agree on, but the word "agreement" sounds very important.

The pale blue eyes were empty for a moment, then regained their spirits again.

[This is an agreement between us, you must remember it, Aituo. ]
He seemed to have made an agreement with... before.

But he forgot.

The white-haired boy lowered his eyes, his eyelashes like ice crystals were motionless, like a sculpture covered with a layer of frost and snow, making people want to reach out and brush away the hoarfrost.

Then the sculpture moved, shaking off the frost.

A smile is as bright as a clear sky.

"It's okay, I'm already remembering it gradually, and one day I will remember everything."

He said so to himself.

After seeing Hisoka leave, he quickly followed.

As for Xiaojie who was lying on the ground, he ignored him.

He helped Xiaojie once before, because of the grilled fish meal, there is no need to help him now.

The matter between Mr. Magician and Xiaojie is over, and we should have time to play with him.

Thinking so, Aito followed Hisoka.

When Hisoka became more and more like a hungry and thirsty beast in the hunt, he rushed towards the opponent.

Although the stalking was not discovered, but when the action was launched, it was still discovered, Hisoka reacted quickly and kicked.

As soon as the white figure rushed in front of him, it flew upside down again in an instant.

Hisoka narrowed his golden eyes and looked at the figure who flew upside down and landed.

"I got it, do you want to praise me?" Aituo sat on the ground and shook his head, patted the chest of the clothes, stood up like a normal person, a number plate appeared in his hand, and he smiled brightly.

Hisoka stared at him silently for three seconds, then smiled.

"Since when did you follow us?" He asked.

"Before Jake fishes your number plate," Ato explained.

"Hmm, not bad, you are good, and he is good, they are all great little apples, I already..." Hisoka put his hands on his shoulders, bent down and let out a low laugh.

"I can't control it anymore." The fingernails scratched his arm, leaving bloodstains.

"Don't you want to praise me?" Aito tilted his head, his tone somewhat disappointed.

Obviously Xiaojie got Mr. Magician's number plate, and Mr. Magician would want to praise him. Why did Mr. Magician react differently when it was his turn?
"Ah, of course, of course you are a good boy worthy of praise..." The red-haired magician laughed so much that his voice trembled a little.

"Let me reward you." The man said.

There were playing cards flying towards Aito, he turned his head to avoid one, and then more playing cards flew towards him.

The white-haired boy put away the number plate in his hand, stretched out his hand and quickly dodged one poker card after another.

"Very good... very good, very good... you..." Hisoka's smile got bigger and bigger.

Hearing the praise, Aituo smiled with satisfaction.

Mr. Magician seems to like fighting...

If he wins, won't Mr. Magician be happier?

With such thoughts in mind, the white-haired figure changed his avoidance style into an active attacking one.

The red-haired magician is holding playing cards and throwing them at him.

The blue eyes accurately saw the direction of each poker card, and came to the opponent smoothly.

Then he kicked the man's chest hard.

The red-haired magician flew upside down.

Aito didn't hear the cracking sound of the opponent's bones, and blinked.

The strength he used was the same as the strength that the other party had kicked him before, the strength that could break his ribs, but it couldn't break Mr. Magician's ribs.

Sure enough, Mr. Magician's physical strength is very strong.

The red-haired man was lying on the ground, looking at the upside-down moon in the sky, his smile gradually went wild.

The invisible aura spread out around the other party, the surrounding plants started to shake crazily again, and the animals also started to flee crazily.

Ato looked at the grass around him and stroked his hair.

Fortunately, gravity had no effect on him, and his hair didn't stand on end.

but……

He turned his head to look in one direction.

Cookie's fur stood up like a hedgehog, and it shook its head blankly, and touched its own fur with its front paws, but failed to press them down.

"Ah... no, you have to hold back..." The red-haired man's voice was suppressed and strange.

"It's not enough, he's not fully mature yet..."

"Wait a little longer..." He stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

Ai Tuo stood aside, watching the other party calm down again, restraining the energy fluctuations in his body.

"When you mature, you must fight with me..." Hisoka stood up and said like a normal person.

"Is this a promise?" Ato asked.

"Promise...Of course, of course." Hisoka's tone was subtle for a moment, and then he covered the lower half of his face and said tremblingly as if he couldn't suppress his smile.

"I see." Aito nodded.

"Good boy, good boy, work hard to grow up." The red-haired magician looked at the boy with anticipation and impatience.

The fruit should be picked after it is ripe, otherwise the jerky taste of the fruit will not be delicious at all.

(End of this chapter)