If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

"Actually, I didn't hear it very clearly." Ye Jian shook his head and stroked the scabbard: "I guess it should mean 'I have a way to become a god'."

Walter was silent for two seconds, and after getting this answer, she seemed to be more confused: "Who is that person who called you?"

"God on behalf of the world." Ye Jian said.

Walter recalled the information she had checked about Ye Jian: "...you... the editor of the light novel? Isn't that an ordinary person?"

"Ordinary people?" Ye Jian nodded, and suppressed the venomous spit twice: "Your CCG's intelligence system is really quite good."

# Such a poisonous tongue is all due to Miss Snow! #

"...What do you mean?" Of course Walter would not be angry with Ye Jian's poisonous tongue, it would be better to say, "Is she not an ordinary person?"

"She's not even a human being. Do you still remember the cold weapon exhibition when we first met?"

"Of course I remember." Walter nodded with a serious face.

"The [Big Gu] who killed the Quartet on the top floor at that time was Shen Dai Li Shi."

458 The Madman Who Wants to Stand at the Right Right of God ([-])

Ye Jianruo's quiet words brought Walter back to the plasma-painted corridor on the top floor of the Cold Weapons Exhibition.

"God on behalf of the world... Is it Dagu?"

She put her little hands casually on the lower end of the steering wheel, lowered her eyes and thought for a while.

Ye Jian Liang Jinjin's hand supported this sight, and his eyes wandered around, but he didn't look at the girl's chin in front of him, forcing her to look straight ahead.

"Yes, she is Da Gu. I only found out later. I discovered some clues at the Cold Weapons Exhibition."

Walter turned a corner, jostling Yomi with his chin.

"With the strength of [Big Chou], hiss...what kind of existence can force her to ask you for help..."

Ye Jian looked at the dark roof of the car, and said with a sigh: "I hope it is some unknown existence."

"...Why is there such an expectation?"

The gray-blue girl's chin moved back and forth in Ye Jian's ice-cream-like sweet palm, just to look away.

Ye Jian adjusted a sitting posture that was convenient for exerting strength, and at the same time said: "Because you see, wouldn't it be boring if you found out that the attacker was actually a stronger ghoul when you got there? And if it was some completely If the unexpected exists, in addition to the fun you can get, you can also learn a lot of things that you didn't know before. It's beneficial to think about it."

After finishing the words, Ye Jian shrugged her fair little nose, and exerted strength with the palm supporting Walter's chin, directly lifting the dishonest little girl from the seat.

"boom!"

"Ouch!"

The shorty hit her head on the roof.

Her butt left the seat, and her foot, which was just enough to step on the accelerator, was suspended in the air.

The callused little hand left the steering wheel directly, grabbed Ye Jian's arm, kicked the clean canvas shoes, and yelled in a delicate voice: "I'm driving, let me down! It's dangerous!"

"You also know that you drive? It's been almost 5 minutes since I came up, and you haven't even had a minute to look at the road ahead!"

"Is that why you let me not even step on the accelerator and hold the steering wheel?!"

The pitch-black car twisted and twisted on the road like a giant python, and the snakeskin that drank fake wine frightened many drivers to pull over and stop.

For a while, until the adult Walter sister shouted "I was wrong! I admit it! Then, next time, I will not only let you touch my abdominal muscles, but also let you touch my other muscles. Forgive me! Let it go!" I'm coming down!"

Before she finished her sentence, she felt the softness of the seat on her little butt under the loose pants.

...Hoohoo, see you at night...it's really simple and easy to understand, so cute.

I just asked you to touch my muscles, so I obediently let my sister down. In the final analysis, it’s hard to tell who is better at touching muscles.

Walter stepped on the gas pedal again—the soles of her noble feet had never touched anything so filthy as a brake.

"It's almost here, and there will probably be a lot of people around there. Wouldn't it be better for you to hide your identity? It would be troublesome if someone recognized you as Teacher Ye Jian."

Walter, who had just been lifted high, spoke with an adult-like calm tone.

"Ah...then wear a mask."

Anyway, Walter also knew his secret, so Yejian directly fished out a fox mask from the [big closet].

It is a Japanese mask that is common in summer festivals, the half-face kind, with charming golden-red strokes around the eye sockets, and several enchanting bright red flowers of the other side painted on the right forehead extending to the position of the fox's ears over there.

Ye Jian looked at her twice, and sat on her face in satisfaction, her thin lips, which were not covered by the half-face mask, curved slightly.

He raised his hand and turned the rearview mirror in the middle towards himself—Walter didn't even look at the road, what kind of rearview mirror did he want? He took a look, and a charming young man with blond hair was reflected in the long and narrow mirror.

It was the fox mask that was obviously charming, but it seemed that every move of the whole person was charming; and even though it gave people the impression of being charming, one would subconsciously feel that this was a boy rather than a girl.

#Charming boy is naturally more attractive than charming girl, just like a handsome girl is more likable than a handsome boy#

With the corners of his mouth raised alluringly, the young fox's green eyes drifted towards the gray-blue girl: "Am I pretty?"

Walter looked at the eyes with the frightening light buried in the dimness from bottom to top and from top to bottom again. It is the kind of old pervert who sees little girls, big drug lords who see good-looking goods, and night-seen in the movie theater. The look you see when watching a horror video.The appearance of her little hands resting casually on the lower end of the steering wheel and her canvas shoes pressing the accelerator to the bottom can even make people sigh: it turns out that driving is such an easy thing!

"He has grown from a handsome boy to a cute boy, see my little brother at night~"

The delicate little face was smiling, and Walter leaned over and stretched out his little hands to pinch Yomi's cheek that was exposed through the mask.

"Woo... just pinch it twice, the calluses on your hands are too rough and uncomfortable."