Reunion in the New World [Zhuban Feiquan]

It was getting darker and darker.

It was pouring rain, and the silver Maybach shuttled through the rain.

"My lord, Miles and the others...are they still alive?" He Shu couldn't help asking while staring ahead.

"Who knows." Feijian leaned lazily on the back of the chair, carelessly.There is no need to think about people who will not appear again, he wants people to disappear quietly.However, there are still some follow-ups that need to be dealt with.

The back of He Shu's neck felt cold, and he felt a murderous intent suddenly flashed on the closed-eyed Master Feijian, so he shut his mouth obediently, so that the Lord's mind should not be guessed randomly.

The car turned a familiar intersection, Fu Jian raised his eyelids, "Go to the company."

...

On the 35th floor, the eyes are pure white.

White corridors, white walls, white tables and chairs...

The company after get off work is eerily quiet.

Walking in the empty corridor, the heels of his shoes knocked on the floor tiles, making a light clicking sound.

crunch--

The door of an office was opened, and in the dim interior, a person was sitting on a desk with his back to the door, with a red light flickering in his hand.

"Don't turn on the light?" Fu Jian leaned against the door frame and didn't go in.

"Don't you think this atmosphere is better than our conversation?" A familiar and clear female voice came out faintly, "senju, no, maybe I should ask, who are you?"

Feijian raised his eyebrows, his expression clear.

"So you teamed up with Miles, Erica."

Erica stroked her long hair, and the lady's thin cigarette between her fingers shook, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and tapped the mobile phone on the table, "Forget it, I'm not interested in your affairs, I just want to I want to know, where did Senju go? Who are you?" Erica stared directly at Torima, with the same face and body, and still clear red eyes, but it was definitely not him.

"You are not him, your eyes are much dirtier than his."

That's right, Senju is a pure scholar, he devotes everything to scientific research, and he is a politician, a killer, and he is wrapped in a glamorous skin, but he can't hide the darkness in his eyes. After all, they are out of tune with this era.

"You look like him. But not him."

With his chin propped between the doors, he looked at the dark clouds outside the window, thinking about Erica's words.

He had seen that Erica's eyes were a little weird before, and he didn't mind. That woman was probably Senju's only friend in the past, who understood his world, understood his research, and could keep up with his thoughts, and it had nothing to do with Fengyue.Although she knew something, just forget it, she should be on the plane to Northern Europe now.

There was a slight jolt, and the plane landed.

It was dark and the night wind was rustling.He folded his windbreaker between the doors, sighed, no one picked up the plane, Quanna is probably in Uchiha Madana, as for the elder brother, I probably don't care where he went.

The president of a large company, Qiansen, Tobuma took a taxi home in misery.

As soon as the door was pushed open, warm lights poured out from the crack of the door, accompanied by a sweet and greasy fragrance.

"Brother, how many spoonfuls of sugar do you need?"

"Hashirama! Don't make trouble in the kitchen!"

"Ah! Brother, I misplaced it! This is salt!"

"Meow!"

"Aw! Spotted! This cat is so fierce!"

"Bang-boring-bang-crack-"

"Thousands of Hands! Don't chase Baimao!"

"It tickles me!"

……

Feijian stood at the entrance in a daze, listening to the pinging and bangling in the room, and there was a burst of chaos.

Seeing a big white cat stumbling out of Hashirama's face, and a furry tabby hovering at his feet, Quanna chased it out to hug the puppet, and Madara was wearing an apron and holding a sugar bowl from the kitchen. , speechlessly watching Hashirama and the cat quarreling.

The puppet kicked Hashirama's face, jumped towards Toikama, and sat firmly in Toikama's arms. The tabby immediately climbed up to the nearby shoe cabinet and jumped onto Toikama's shoulders with the help of the two cats. Rubbing on the body, meowing.

Quanna was not surprised to see Tomona, she reached out to hug the doll, squinted her eyes and smiled, "I'm back, let's eat." After speaking, she walked into the kitchen rubbing the doll, while Madara went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

There is some trance between the doors, what's going on?

Hashirama rubbed his face that was ravaged by the cat's claws, and muttered, "This cat and Feijian seem to be so fierce, they are not cute at all." When he came back to his senses, he saw his younger brother standing at the door stupidly, and slapped him. Shoulder, "Tobima, you are back! Take Quanna back quickly, stick to Madara all day, Madara doesn't love me anymore!"

Hashirama looked at the kitchen with his head, sneaked close to Tomona, and whispered in his ear, "By the way, I left you the ninjutsu thing, remember not to miss it... um... Madara seems to be I have something to look for you." Then he patted Feijian's shoulder again, "Ahahaha, let's eat!"

The anger and blood of those brothers' favorite shots in the doorway, glanced at the smirking elder brother, swallowed a mouthful of blood silently, what evil did he do!

The exhausted Tiama was pulled in by Hashirama, and asked feebly, "Why are you all here?"

"Here, Quanna said that you will come back tonight, so I might as well eat at your place, how lively it is! Ah! Madara~ I'll serve it for you~ This is hot~" Hashirama rushed into the kitchen happily.

"Hashirama! Don't make trouble!" Madara kicked Hashirama away and roared.

Quan Nai ran out with four bowls in her arms, smiled and waved at him, "Why are you standing there stupidly? It's time to eat."

Looking at the figures of the three people in a daze, there was a warm current overflowing from the bottom of my heart bit by bit, circling hotly in the meridian, rushing to the head, I only felt that the corners of the eyes were hot, it was very lively.

For a long time, it has not been so lively.

Suddenly his fingers became hot, and he lowered his head to meet a pair of emerald green cat's eyes. Tiger Banner held half of his fingers in his mouth, and nibbled lightly, numbly, with the curled tail slapped on the left chest. My heart is hot.

The door was suddenly relieved, the long and narrow phoenix eyes were bent, the cold and hard face relaxed, unexpectedly soft under the light, and the smile on the corner of the mouth was pure and clean.

Not the same.

There is a place, someone, with a light on, waiting for him.

———End of the text———

The author has something to say:

Finally, I finished writing the cheating Italy. How could I not think about throwing Juju to Italy?

Alright, here's the plot... Is it over?

The following is probably the daily life with a disordered timeline?

emmm write it first

[(.-`ω'-) That’s right, I’m just so casual]