I Became an Anonymous Boss

...How long has it been?

... She has already opened her heart, so she trusts so much that she can't be called a familiar person?

...What kind of secret was exchanged to make her trust Shirataki so much?

In Duan Mujin's heart, there was both curiosity and some kind of indescribable slight loss.

It is rare for her to have such complicated emotions after pressing her chest.

Rei Hanyu, she has known her for a longer time, and she was the first to ask about her special.

Shirataki, she had known him seven years ago, and she was the first to discover his specialness.

These two people had a handover point because of her.

But within less than a week of their acquaintance, the two of them actually developed more trust and intimacy than her.

Duan Mujin didn't know what Shirataki was thinking, but at this moment she was a little envious of Hanyu Rei, and also a little jealous of Shirataki.

...This Shirataki was quite honest in high school, why is he so good at tricking girls.

...You too, why are you so easily fooled?

She paused for a moment, stretched out her hand and tugged at Rei Hanyu's cheek.

"I'm just joking." She said with a little force, "I'm not saying bad things about your senior."

"Well, I know." Hanyu narrowed his eyes pitifully: "Senior, don't be angry, I also believe in what you say, I will listen to what you say, I respect the combination of intelligence and beauty. Where is Senior Sister Duanmujin?"

"Hmph." Duan Mujin let go of her hand: "You think it's useful to praise me? Listen to me, but you want to hide it from me? Why don't you turn your elbows out."

"Senior sister said that I look like your daughter."

"Who called me crying when I didn't know what type of sanitary products to buy?"

"Isn't it better not to mention this matter?" Rei Hanyu puffed up his face.

"Aren't I worried about you silly child?" Duan Mujin poked her bulging cheek.

"Senior, I'm not used to being so gentle when you speak directly, suddenly." Rei Hanyu was vigilant.

"You mean I'm not gentle?" Duan Mujin laughed, and patted her on the back of the head: "But you're right, I'm not gentle, and not every Jiangnan woman wants to be gentle. What's the use of being gentle? What era is it that girls who can carry a tripod are popular... But you are fine if you continue like this, cute and cute, live alive, and then marry off beautifully."

"It's too early to say that." Rei Hanyu covered his head, "I've just grown up, what are you talking about?"

"But youth waits for no one, the spring is short, fall in love girl, don't miss the beauty of the good time." Duan Mujin looked at her slender palm, then at Hanyu Rei, and sighed: "It's nice to be young."

"Senior sister, at this moment, I suddenly want to hit someone." Hanyu narrowed his eyes: "Your skin is better than mine!"

"Then you fight." Duan Mujin pinched her cheeks with his backhand and rubbed them back and forth. She couldn't put it down because of her slightly baby-fat face: "Just you little milk cat, I'll give you three successes, don't even think about it." Anti-kill."

After satisfying her sibling desires, Duan Mujin lifted the quilt: "Let's go, I should go to the school to have a look, I don't know what the mess has become."

"Then I'll take my senior." Rei Hanyu volunteered, "The senior probably won't come to school today."

"What did he do?" Duan Mujin had an ominous premonition.

"Senior didn't do anything." Hanyu said reassuringly, the senior just beat a certain small animal, and the resistance of that small animal happened to be a bit fierce...

……

"Language is an art, I always think so."

"Do you know cold violence? Not through actual actions, but through verbal attacks to inflict mental damage on the opponent."

"I've always believed that talking can lead to consensus between each other. If there is no result, it's just that the method is useless. In fact, I can continue to chat with you like this, and I know you can understand. I even I can read advanced mathematics for you, tell you how to calculate a few mathematical conjectures, until you can't hold it anymore, I have the patience to continue..."

Shirataki explained the reasoning with a blank face: "So, can you please let go of my hand? This prevents me from getting you out of the pot."

The three-eyed crow shook his head frantically: "I won't let go even if I'm beaten to death! No one would put a live animal directly into the pot!"

"Since you said so." Shirataki drew his sword, "Then let me bleed you first, after all, I am a person who is good at listening to advice."

"Help, kill the crow!"

"Acknowledge your fate, you are not even protecting animals, you can only be my dead soul under the chopsticks! Xi Nei!"

Chapter 120 Resurrection of Reiki (Second Change)

Yatagaraja is facing the most difficult moment of his life.

It is a majestic monster, and it will be treated like a miscellaneous bird.

It has never imagined in its life that in the eyes of others, it is no different from the fried chicken in the fast food box.

The opponent's intention was too obvious.

The hot water was gurgling and rolling.

The water has been boiled, scald the outer skin with boiling water, roll it in the pot, and then you can start plucking.

Seeing Shirataki sharpen his knife, what else can he do besides screaming?

"Stop it, stop it!" the crow screamed sharply.

"Are you hiding from a hammer? Is it a bad thing for me to help you out?" Shirataki was expressionless, holding the crow's head with one hand: "I didn't notice it before, you have developed quite well, your wings are not good enough Too bad the grilled wings."

"Why are you so obsessed with eating birds! I can talk, if you eat it, won't your conscience hurt?"

"I can even eat a few big bowls of bastards I raised with tears in my eyes. What are you?" Bai Taki raised his eyebrows slightly: "But being able to talk is a bit intrusive, so let's get rid of your head and let me take you away." The head has been taken away, try to make a bird headgear another day."

He fell again.

The crow tilted its head, wanting to survive, so that it avoided the knife at an extremely strange angle, and all the feathers on the top of its head were chopped off.

With a click, a crack was opened on the sticky board.

"Tsk..." Bai Taki showed a very disgusted expression: "Didn't you scratch the bird's head, but the widow's head? Can you still rotate?"

"Help, kill the bird!" The crow continued to yell, with a sharp voice, which made a cuckoo cry blood.

Shirataki attempted to kill the bird several times in succession, as if he had lost interest.

He let go of his hand and dropped it.

The Yata Crow hurriedly flapped its wings away from the stove, but it couldn't escape too far.

Because a crimson chain was wrapped around its two legs. Although it was rusted, the inscriptions engraved on it could be vaguely seen.

"You..." What the Yata Crow wanted to ask was, 'Aren't you going to stew me? '.

Shirataki turned off the gas stove, glanced at the Yata Yata Yata Yata Yata Yata Yata, showing a sneer of madness and charm.

"Don't be too happy too early, if you don't stew you now, it doesn't mean you won't stew you later."

He wanted to kill the bird several times in succession, in order to confirm whether the crow really lost the ability to resist.

In fact, except for its talking and rotating bird head, it is not much different from ordinary poultry, and it doesn't even struggle with much strength.

Even a falcon can't resist his ruthless iron hand, let alone this talking bird.

"You are the miscellaneous bird!" The crow was full of resentment.

"The fur color is impure, black and red." Shirataki rubbed his hands to wash off the poultry smell: "My old grandma's old rooster was also your fur color, and it looked quite bright."

"You actually compare me with a cock!"

"You are indeed inferior to a rooster." Shirataki smiled contemptuously.

"I……"

"Are you sure you want to compare? The fried chicken is delicious." Shirataki licked his lips.

"Don't dare to compare, dare not compare." The crow bowed its head resolutely and admitted its cowardice. It tugged on the iron chain on its feet. For some unknown reason, it couldn't move at all, and couldn't break free even if it kept pulling.

"Don't struggle, this chain is not ordinary, let alone you, I can't break it."

The chain is a burial object from an ancient king, and it belongs to a piece of chain used to seal the coffin.

Bai Taki thought the chain was pretty, so he brought it back, but he couldn't find any use for it, and it came in handy at this time.

Taki sat on the chair and looked at the beast in front of him: "I suddenly want to know, if I hand you over to the state, will they give me a bonus of 500 yuan and a pennant. Presumably, scholars of animal studies will be very curious. .”

The Yata crow shrank its neck, noncommittal.

Instead, it thought that if it fell into the hands of others, it would be able to escape smoothly.

Shirataki raised his legs: "Of course I'm joking, if you are not a dangerous creature, if you have some use value, I will kill you in the pressure cooker right now, and keep you tender and delicious."

... What kind of devil metaphor are you talking about?

The Yata Crow shrank his neck: "I can tell you, but I want..."

Bai Taki slapped the kitchen knife on the table: "Think again."

The Yata Crow scratched its head with its wings: "Well, I don't want to..."

Shirataki suddenly said sincerely: "You can think, but that's all. After all, you are not good-looking, but you can think beautiful."

Presumably at this time, Yatagara must be greeting Shirataki's relatives with very strong words in his heart.

It still says, "What do you want to know."

Shirataki thought for a while: "There are many, for example, your background, for example, what is weird, and for example, you have mentioned a lot, you can tell what you know, it is best not to lie."

He crossed his arms and looked serious.

He doesn't care about the affairs of the other world, whether it's princes and generals, whether it's the changing of times, whether it's evil or righteous ways, whether it's gods or mortals...

Shirataki may hold the knowledge and power to change the world, but he will not take the initiative to interfere with the historical changes that the world should have. Maybe after he becomes a land god, this idea will change accordingly.

But not now, at least not yet.

He is a stranger after all, and that world is not his homeland.

But it's different here, this world is his hometown, he can't ignore it, and he can't look away.

Even if the materialistic concepts of the past have been shattered into dregs before magic realism, one still has to continue to explore the changes in the world with a thirst for knowledge.

Don't talk about saving the world, but take care of the people around you. He is not really born alone. People are more or less concerned about living in the world. He has relatives and people who care about him.

What's more, it seems quite interesting.

This world is not as boring as imagined.

It's good to have fun, as long as it doesn't become too dangerous, and you can have some extra fun for yourself and make some extra money.