Ke Xue: The man standing behind Ai Jiang

The night cover slightly covered tired eyes.

Yuuji stuck his head out the window, taking in the air he was breathing.

With him were Shiro and Akemi.

Originally, he actually invited one of Chris or Curacao to be his female companion.

As a result, the two of them made excuses for not agreeing to Yuuji's invitation.

He casually glanced at Belmode and Curaçao, who appeared at the Chancellor's memorial service after elaborate makeup and disguises.

He really couldn't understand why these two people didn't agree to his invitation when they were obviously coming.

Belmod pretended to be the daughter of a listed company, wearing a long snow-white dress with colorful patterns on the floor, chatting and laughing with the celebrities in the hall.

From time to time, her eyes looked towards the organizer in the center of the hall, the Minister of Etiquette and the Minister of Finance's good friend.

She looked at the Minister of Rites with a very obscure look.

If Yuuji hadn't been staring at him, he wouldn't have realized that Belmod's real target was the Minister of Rites.

"Are they going to kill the Minister of Rites? But the places and organizations involved in the power of the Ministry of Rites should have no connection." Yuuji sipped the red wine in his glass and thought about the real thoughts of Belmode and others.

His eyes turned to Curacao.

Curacao wore an exquisite pink waist-length cheongsam skirt, and her feet were wrapped in silver-white boots.

It's hard for people to see clearly what attractive stockings are wrapped around her beautiful feet.

She was very low-key and simply responded to the conversations of the ladies and ladies nearby.

Her eyes were always looking at the field and the surrounding environment.

Always keep an eye on the flow of people.

The Minister of Rites gradually approached Belmode with everyone chatting and laughing.

People always like to be lively.

Women prefer to look good and dazzling.

The face of the lady that Belmod pretended to be today was not much different from her original appearance.

Plus Belmod's mature experience.

There are a large number of young talents gathered around her, as well as many presidents and presidents who want old cows to eat young grass.

With such a scene, how could it be impossible for the Minister of Rites to come over and say a few words?

Just as Belmod looked expectantly at the Minister of Etiquette approaching her.

Her cell phone rang.

She apologized to everyone and left with a smile.

Seeing this, Curaçao also went to the women's room.

Yuuji thought for a while, others had already arrived at this memorial service.

The system's treasure chest progress has been accumulated.

After saying hello to Mingmei and Bai, he quietly ran to the women's room.

To avoid detection, of course.

Yuuji transforms into a cute white tiger and then shrinks in size.

You can see from the mirror that this is a little white cat.

Of course, the premise is not to look closely at the forehead.

He walked quietly along the door of the women's restroom, and saw a dumb tiger's head lying on the ground.

Watching the multiple footsteps in the toilet cubicle.

One room, two rooms, three rooms.

In the third compartment.

Yuuji saw Belmode's silky legs wearing silver high heels and Curaçao's silver boots.

He used this form to launch his moon steps and climbed up to the top of the compartment with some effort.

You can clearly see the two beauties below from a high place.

In particular, the white Belmode dress shows off a lot of whiteness.

Yuuji, who was watching from above, banged hard on the door with his tiger whip.

He was almost discovered by two beauties in the toilet cubicle.

"Belmod. I need an explanation." Curacao held the wall with one hand, blocking Belmod within his arm's reach.

Belmod chuckled and shook his phone, "It's an order from the boss. He asked me to go rescue Shirley."

Curacao took Belmod's cell phone, confirmed the news, and then asked: "What about the mission here?"

Belmode brought her white cheek close to Curacao's red lips. She smiled softly and caressed Curacao's pretty face, "Curaçao. The boss's order is absolute. As for here, Gin and the others will take care of it. . Now, your and my mission is to get on a helicopter and go to one of the boss’s annexes.”

"An annex?" Curacao's little puzzled eyes.

Belmode tore off her human skin mask, her eyes were a little solemn, she pressed one hand on the door handle of the toilet, and said with a slight hesitation: "I have never been there. In other words, except for those in the organization, Except for some old members, members of the new generation have only heard of it but have never been there.”

"Where is it?" Curacao put his right hand on his waist wearing a cheongsam and looked at Belmode coldly.

"Twilight Villa. This name should be familiar to you, right?" Belmod leaned against the door and replied with a chuckle.

"That place? I heard that many people were executed there forty years ago. Some were even celebrities and scholars at the time." Curacao seemed to remember that there was a record of this incident on the organization's intranet.

Belmod didn't explain much. She opened the door and walked out gracefully.

Curacao was a little behind her, as well, and then he noticed Yuuji on top of the door.

Curacao stretched out his warm hands and lifted Yuuji down from the top of the door.

"Kitten. Where did you come from?" Curacao held him in his arms.

Yuuji's furry head was resting on a pair of soft ball pads.

He was like an ordinary cat who found a fun ball of wool. He put his head on the white ball on the left while touching the white ball on the right with his tiger paw.

There are two white balls swinging, and it’s a lot of fun to play.

Belmode was sitting in the car in the parking lot.

Curacao took Yuuji into the passenger seat.

Belmode glanced at the pure white animal in Curaçao's hand.

She asked in surprise, "Where did you find such a cute cat?"

A soft big hand touched Yuuji's head.

"On the top of the bathroom door where we just talked. This little guy got stuck on the door panel and couldn't get up or down. He must have climbed in along the window, but he didn't know how to get back." Curacao saw Belmode so happy, Then he handed Yuuji into Belmod's arms.

Just like that, Yuuji lay directly between the two breasts of Belmode with his head lowered and his feet invisible.

Enjoying the warmth of two pieces of nephrite.

"Sit tight. Let's go to the airport first. Then someone will escort us to the Dusk Annex." Belmod carefully buried Yuuji, and she stepped on the clutch and prepared to set off.

Yuuji was happy at the moment, not because he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

Because he was tied with a seat belt and became one with Belmode.

And there was also a Curacao who was rubbing his head from the side.

He has no chance of escaping from here.

The windows inside the car were locked tightly.

The only space he could move was Belmod's breasts and her red lips.

Belmod directly used Yuuji's tiger head as a soft cushion.

While driving, she made close contact with Yuuji with her chin.

Jesus. Although you are dead, you must not be as happy as me.

Yuuji lazily gave up resistance.

Lose yourself in the pleasure of two women teasing each other.

I repeat, this is by no means indulging in gentleness.

Not at all.

The entire cat was limp and trapped inside Belmod's body.