[Comprehensive] The daily life of the god of fire

"Ah Gang, can you leave this person to me?"

Yamamoto's voice was soothing, but there seemed to be a layer of thin ice that could be touched in the air.The long knife that he drew out was firmly held in his hand, but the tip of the knife, which was never easy to touch, pointed directly at the blue-haired young man with onion-colored feathers standing next to him.

Only in the handful of fights just now, he instantly understood that the opponent's strength was not inferior to his own.The so-called swordsman instinct trained by the violent shark exploded in his brain like a nuclear explosion.To Yamamoto Takeshi, it is the greatest regret in his life that he rarely meets enemies who are as good as him after a long battle.But now, tiny shudders rushed from the skin of the nape of his neck to his scalp, the rising fighting spirit was like a torrential rain, and the beating of his heart was like a drum.

He raised the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

The young man with the knife who was specifically designated just glanced at him coldly and didn't speak.

His cobalt blue eyes lacked any emotion at all, like the sea under the night, and there was deep and deep darkness in his eyes.It seemed that he was waiting for the boy's order.Although there was no next move, he still maintained the posture of holding the knife in both hands.

The sharp blade shines brightly in the dark.

Just about to say something, but when Tsuna caught a glimpse of the strong fighting spirit that was about to erupt from his friend, those insignificant advice lingered on the tip of his tongue, and then swallowed them all back into his stomach.

It's rare to see Wu like this.

... as he pleases.

He turned his attention to the man in front of him who claimed to be a judge.The dim light seemed a bit powerless in the vast darkness.The other party's face was immersed in it, and with the cover of the wide cloak, he could hardly distinguish the other party's face accurately.In his mind, he retrieved the documents and information he had browsed before, and the three characters of "God Judge" were no strangers to Gangji.

But in fact, there is very little specific information about the god judge.The endless investigation and collection by the Vengley intelligence team turned into only a few strokes on the information column in the report document.

"Are you curious?" The boy tugged on his collar, his voice becoming a little muffled.

"Vongola, who lives on the top of the tower, also has something he doesn't know."

Judging from the other party's voice and vague outline, he should still be a child.

But he has eyes that shouldn't be there at this age.

Those cold brown eyes should have shown the color of the warm winter sun, but at this moment they were bright and lifeless.

"This world is too big." Gang Ji narrowed his eyes very lightly, and said warmly.

"However, since it will appear here."

"Does that mean you have a relationship with the Amerai family?" Gang Ji, who was super intuitive like Peng Lie, quickly sorted out the only key words from the intricate information network in his mind.

Hearing this, the boy slowly walked out from the deeper shadows.

There was false respect on his face.

"As expected of the honorable Mr. Pengel. But no matter what, you are all uninvited guests."

"Also, what does that saying say..." He pretended to be distressed and scratched his hair.

"Ah! I remembered."

Then the other party spread his hands dramatically——

"Whoever touches my bread shall die."

The sound of gunfire piercing through the air and the metal sound of clashing swords erupted almost simultaneously.The slightly impacted bullet hit him head-on, and Tsuna ignited the flame on his forehead without thinking too much, and melted it with the high-purity flame burst from his hand one second before the bullet approached his body.

That guy aimed at the center of the eyebrows from the very beginning.There were no waves on his face that was calm due to the flames of death, and the brows were so calm that no flaws could be seen.But in fact, his heart has already begun to be speechless and slanderous.

The wide cloak covered the opponent's body, and naturally also covered the pitch-black barrel.

He didn't even notice that the other party had a gun. If Reborn knew about it, he might have remade himself on the spot.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the grotesque swords and swords not far away, and he thought in his heart that Yamamoto should be too busy to take care of him right now.Of course, he felt that the biggest reason was that Yamamoto was too happy to play, so he didn't want to stop.

So Tsuna decided to concentrate on dealing with the boy in front of him.

"Hey, don't you need to help your companion?" The boy smiled.

Moutong, who was originally cold as ice in a dead state, seemed to show signs of melting snow after hearing these words.

Gangji blinked his eyes, his confident appearance made the other party hold back his smile.

"A Wu is Pengo Lie's proud Yu Shou."

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"Hello." The night wind was raging, curling up the slightly moist air and long silver hair.Skuvalo was expressionless, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his blue-gray pupils stared straight at the two young people who followed the night and arrived late.

"too slow!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Have you been waiting for a long time, Squavallo?" As expected, the brilliant smirk was so bright that he restrained all his sharpness—just like Shi Yu Jinshi, who was carried on his shoulders, hidden in the green forest killing intent.

Yamamoto didn't care about the almost harsh gaze of the other party, and greeted the other party familiarly.

In order to prevent Valia's chimaera's angry tail fin from affecting him, Tsunaki took the lead to untie the siege.

"I kept you waiting, Scovalo. This time the enemy is more difficult, and it took a lot of work just to solve that troublesome illusion."

Illusionists have always been good at grasping people's hearts and manipulating spirits. To them, an upright confrontation is like a fallen samurai in the Edo period, which is not worth mentioning.Therefore, when the original normal field of vision in front of him became distorted, and countless disjointed and inconsistent color blocks were crushed and reorganized by an invisible external force, and the sense of incongruity that could not be ignored emerged spontaneously from the bottom of his heart, he immediately realized this. .

Peng Lie Yushou, who was not good at illusion, was restrained by the young man who was good at knives, unable to withdraw from the battle.And even after countless times of special mental training, Sawada Tsunayoshi, whose nerves have been tortured to be extremely tough, still feels that he is ignorant.

In this dilapidated, dark, dusty basement, he saw Kyoko Sasakawa.

Gang Jun.The happy woman whose eyes were full of melted caramel at the engagement banquet was lying on the intricately textured marble tiles and softly calling his name.Blood flowed from her body, gradually smudged on the milky white ground.

Like a distorted oil painting.

Shut up.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was unbearably cold.

How could Jingzi be here.he thought sarcastically.

Not long ago, Sasakawa Kyoko shyly announced the good news of her engagement at the dinner table where old friends gathered.The light from the ring on his middle finger stung his eyes.In the middle of the party, her fiancé showed up.

The man with curly black hair was just like himself a few years ago.

Ordinary and ordinary.

In a few days, we will travel to Europe.

After that... get married.

They exchanged glances with each other.Watched by those loving eyes, the man scratched his nose shyly.Then he took her hand gently, and carefully stroked the lines on her palm.

Kyoko blushed under the eyes of everyone, but still held his hand firmly.

The two hands that were inseparably overlapped almost broke through all of Tsuna's psychological defenses.

It hurts...help me.But at this moment, the happy woman's honey-colored eyes began to become dizzy.She was intermittent, unable to spit out complete words smoothly.

Don't use Kyoko's voice.

He silently reached out to the woman on the ground who called him in a low voice.A clear and blazing flame burst out from his open palm, but he never made another move.

... Gang-jun.

Beads of sweat covered the skin on his forehead.

"boom"

A bunch of scarlet flowers bloomed on the boy's shoulder.

At the same time, the young man with the light-colored haori seemed to ignore it, completely unaffected by the injury of the person behind him, and stabbed with a backhand.Yamamoto was a little distracted by this sudden accident.When he recovered, he quickly leaned over, barely avoiding the sweep above his head, but there was still a thin but deep scar on his face, and blood beads kept coming out of the cut hole.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous." Shan Ben frowned as he wiped his cheek casually, then he lowered the corner of his mouth as if realizing something.

"Oh, you came at a really bad time." He didn't know who he was complaining to.

The air is like slight ripples on the surface of a calm lake.

Tsuna blinked her sour eyes, only to realize that the scene in front of her had returned to the basement that was only illuminated by a dim light.Like a light bulb that had reached the end of its life, the dim yellowish warm light stimulated his eyes, together with the large swath of bright red that lingered in his mind.

While he sighed, he was also relieved.

Holding the bleeding wound, the boy's face remained motionless like a delicate and firm mask.

--until.

"クフフ, that child's fangs were aimed at your throat from the very beginning, Takeshi Yamamoto." The purple fog gradually dissipated, the blue hair fluttered in the wind, and the man with strange and coquettish eyes of different colors Slowly paced out from the dark.

"haha I know."

At this time, the guy who can still make four or two gold and enjoy himself leisurely is none other than Yamamoto.

Afterwards, he intentionally smiled habitually and weirdly, and looked at Gangji.

"Long time no see, dear Vengley."

Tsuna has never been able to know why his Kiri Mamoru is obsessed with such a weird way of appearing on the stage. Is this more in line with the unfounded definition of "fog" from the outside world?

"Mu, long time no see." He nodded towards Mu.

The golden red has faded and is hidden in a mild, unwavering tan.

"Kufufu, it's been a long time indeed."

Muke slowly raised his hand, and a trident lingering in mist took shape in his hand out of thin air.

The pair of different pupils swept across the boy, and the corner of his mouth showed a mocking arc.

At that moment, Tsuna's eyelids twitched in a rare way.

"I was caught by that kind of unrefined illusion." He snorted coldly.

"Eat some pineapples to nourish your brain, Pengo Lie."

That mouth that can subvert the six worlds is no less lethal than guns and shells.

In the next second, the trident fell with a deep sound, and several fiery pillars rose from the ground in response.The rapidly spreading fire and the thick smoke in the air instantly obliterated the figures of the boy in black and the youth in haori.

There was the crackling sound of tongues of fire engulfing his ears, and Mukuro looked at the burning flames with a sneer.The flames danced and reflected on his face, making that eye even more bloodshot.

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He took off his blood-stained black cloak, most of the blood had dried up, showing a large dark red.

"Master Chief."

He waved his hand and dismissed the medical team that came.

"No need for morphine." He picked up the silver scalpel beside him.

Drugs weaken willpower.

The man with the long indigo hair had fired a total of two bullets.A hair went through his shoulder.The other shot brushed the abdomen without any risk, and missed the vital point.Perhaps he should be glad that he met not the Vengley Lanshou who is good at the first ammunition, but the Vengley Fog Shou who has bad taste, but can be called top-notch in both illusion and fighting.

Illusionists really hate each other.

He raised the corners of his mouth in self-deprecating manner, and at the same time cut open the wound with ease and took out the ammunition.During the whole process, he didn't say a word, and his brown eyes never left the movement of his hands.It wasn't until the sound of the metal casing of the bullet falling to the ground that he spoke hoarsely at the young man who was staying in the shadow of the corner.

"What's the matter, An Ding." He asked, recalling the name the talking fox told him.

"Sorry, master. . . . it was my negligence."

The young man holding the knife lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice.

Indulging in the joy of fighting while ignoring the safety of the master, as a sword to protect the master, it is really too dereliction of duty.When he fought against Yamamoto earlier, the aggressive and manic him was a completely different person.He fights like a newborn calf, and the word fear is not in his dictionary.The slashing was extremely ruthless, the blade pierced into the flesh, the ground was full of mess, and the mouth was still chanting non-stop.

"Turn around and die! Oh lah ohhh!"

Blood danced in the air along the blade.

"Don't be so excited, I will stab it beautifully and accurately!"

He is such a knife with a strong taste of cutting and a strong killing intent.

That's what the sharp-mouthed yellow fox told him.

Yamato Shou'an's red-eyed look reminded him of many people.Thousands of faces came rushing in like a tidal wave, and waves higher than a human head beat down on their heads and faces.

And in the end, those all turned into his own face.

"Mr. Fox is very worried about your condition, please sit here first."

Putting on the clean clothes handed over by his subordinates, he patted the empty seat beside him with a half-smile.

After hesitating for a while, Yamato Shou Anding obediently sat down next to him.

"You should have something to tell me."

They were so close to each other that An Ding could even smell the faint smell of blood on each other.

The boy's brown eyes were soaked in a dull color, and at the same time turned into a blinding golden red under the bright and warm light.Those two contradictory and conflicting colors frantically alternated and changed in the eye sockets.

He stared intently into those eyes.

Whispering, he opened his mouth: "... Am I loved?"

The boy smiled, and he stretched out his hand to caress the other's neck.The cold fingers moved gently along the line of the side neck, and finally stopped at a place where the pulsation of blood vessels was the most obvious.He clearly felt the hot blood flowing wantonly in the extremely thin tube.

"right."

In a trance, An Ding seemed to hear the snake in the Garden of Eden with a voice as sweet as nectar, and with highly suggestive movements, step by step luring him slowly towards the powerful and beautiful broken.

"You are loved."

"So, you can call me by my first name."

He was satisfied to see that the other party's eyes finally showed the emotions that humans should have.

An Ding bit her lower lip tightly, her cobalt blue pupils flickering.

He called his name tentatively.

"...Master Garan?"

"Here oh my peace," he replied softly.That familiar voice seemed to break through the ancient loneliness, and the darkness like water attached to the bones disappeared the moment the voice entered my ears.

As if feeling redeemed, An Ding called his name again.

And he responded with the same tenderness and patience.

I am here, stable.

Under the warm light, a pure white snake reveals a bright red letter, slowly wrapping around the beating heart.

then.

Works for me.

driven by me.

Jia Lan caressed the one who put down all defenses in front of him and put away his fangs and sharp claws.

——The extremely docile Mibu wolf.

The author has something to say:

Currently known information includes:

1. Yamato Shou Anding doesn't like the use of guns by his own judges, although he knows that history chose guns in the end.

2. It is obvious that the master who killed people with a knife, but he still puts on a benevolent appearance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.This is where Skuvalo annoys his apprentice the most.

3. Among the departments under Kirimori, the biggest expenditure is the purchase of canned pineapple and hairdressing equipment.

4. The family crest of the Amerai family is a pure white snake wrapped around a beating heart.

5. The illusionist can change his appearance and voice at will.

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Ahem, this is a chapter without Vulcan.

After all, there are demons dancing here, and Vulcan is still enjoying dinner with his sword (hou) and sword (gong) over there.

Finally let the rippling pineapple appear on the stage, I really like the upright look of Sister Mu so much.

But in the future, illusionists can't confuse Tsuna Ji with his wife who has become someone else's family, he will bend right away (hey

No surprise, no surprise :)

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Looking at the ups and downs of the collection, although the mood is a little complicated, I can understand the mood of the treasures.

After all, I am really slow in updating the text, and I stopped updating suddenly due to my own reasons.

I really want to say sorry to all the treasures here, but please believe that I will never abandon the pit (Dogeza

Although collecting is very important, I still want to read book reviews. QAQ is motivated by book reviews!

After all, writing an article is a lonely and difficult process, thank you for being there all the time :) tweet

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