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Palermo favela

The mottled walls looked precarious, with many cracks all over the place. The gray-black lime fell on the ground and was trampled by people walking to and fro. On the old balcony stood a haggard woman, who was with another woman next to her. The women on the balcony were chatting about something, and the distance between the balconies was so close that they could even directly cross into each other's room.

This is the most noisy slum in Palermo, but even so, it is not as chaotic as the slum in Naples, where various crimes occur every day.

It has just rained, and the muddy ground is extremely dirty. If there were not many scattered stones to prevent slipping, it would have caused many people to fall into the mud pit. From a distance, I saw a blond boy running over. Behind him was a group of ferocious uncles, who looked like servants of some noble gentry from their uniform attire.

The boy nimbly bypassed the crowd, and got into the alleys extending in all directions.And those uncles who were chasing after him brute force pushed away the crowd and chased in the direction of the boy.

The women who were chatting on the balcony backed away in fear, and the person who was pushed down also dared to stand up in a hurry without speaking out, staying away from the place of right and wrong.

This is Sicily, and this is a cruel and turbulent age.Italy has not yet become the name of this still fragmented country. Italy is just a place name here, not a country.

Because of its superior geographical location, this place, which should have been as beautiful and free as Utopia, has been invaded by foreign enemies again and again. Since the eighth century BC, this bloody and turbulent history began.

The blond boy kept circling around in the alley, trying to shake off the person following him, but he couldn't.

That happened a few days ago. A boy who went to church came across a scene where a British gentleman forced a local girl. The people around him turned a blind eye and did not dare to cause trouble, but the boy could not pretend that nothing happened.

He went to stop it, ran away with the girl after leaving a fist mark on the greasy face of the English gentleman, and he's been on the lookout ever since.

The young man also knew that what he did might not be completely correct. If the local girl did not flee her hometown, he would be found again, and he was the same. If he did not leave this town, sooner or later he would be killed by the vengeful noble Get caught and clean up severely.

But if he was given another chance, he thought he would still do it.

How can one's own soul be numb to being turned a blind eye again and again?

If I had known that I would have listened to G this morning, I would not have gone out. Giotto, who had been chased to a corner, was a little depressed.

He turned around and looked at the person who had also stopped and walked slowly with a ferocious smile on his face, and slightly arched his body in a battle posture.

Because of the tossed life when he was a child, he learned some boxing skills with his companions since he was a child. Now if the opponent doesn't have many people, he still has a little chance of winning, but the opponent obviously understands from the pursuit of the past few days. If you don't let him go, now they are chasing after him in piles.

It seems that today he has to pay some wounds to escape.

A serious look appeared on the young man's handsome face, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, he was looking for a way out while watching the enemy's actions.

The enemies were all powerful uncles with tangled limbs and muscles. Although they were the servants of the English gentleman, they looked more like hired Arabs.

The Arabs who invaded Sicily and slaughtered many of the natives and drove them into the sea.

Greeks, Arabs, British, Germans, Spaniards, French, Romans, these daunting bullies successively forcibly invaded Sicily, leaving harsh marks and the smell of gunpowder on this beautiful and rich land, They come as soon as they come and leave with a wave of their hands. This land will never be regarded as their home by them, but a place where they can do evil at will.

Thinking of this uncontrollably, Giotto pursed his lips and his face darkened.

Wearing a strange double-breasted uniform and standing at the front, the uncle punched first, and the sound of hunting wind passed by his ears, and the boy sideways avoided the blow.It was obviously too stupid to fight with brute force. The young man was watching while dodging. He stretched out his foot and kicked the uncle's unstable lower body. The strong uncle lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the person in the lead had already made a move, the group of people behind whispered a few words and rushed forward, leaving no room for the young man to escape.

"Who is making the noise!" A cursing voice came from behind a door at the entrance of the alley, and a middle-aged man with a double-barreled shotgun came out of the door. After watching the battle, he immediately restrained his anger and smiled stiffly. He quickly closed the door again.

It's not that he doesn't want to save him, it's just that this will definitely bring him trouble. Even if he doesn't have a wife and children, he can't do it so fearlessly against a group of people who obviously have backgrounds for a strange child.

The way he closed the door with a smile was like a funny clown.

The Sicilians no longer believe that outsiders can give them real peace, and the people who lead the banner of peace have never stood up, so they can only endure, endure all the hatred and resentment, and wait for the moment of outbreak to give the invaders their best. hit.

The swarming crowd has obviously deprived Giotto of the space for his movements. As soon as he knocked down one, another grabbed his arm, and then exchanged the abdominal injury for another person to fall to the ground. It was only a matter of time before he was caught. The blond-haired boy is still engaged in the battle of trapped beasts.

"Do you want to win?" It was a female voice, soft and soothing, and the protracted tone was bewitching, as if it was ringing in my mind.

The blond-haired boy was startled, but he didn't see any female figures. While his movements were slightly sluggish, someone quickly grabbed his arms and cut them behind him.

As if sensing the boy's uncertainty, the gentle and pleasant voice sounded again, "Answer me, do you want to win?"

"Who?" The young man keenly felt that the voice was not from the outside world, as if it sounded directly in his mind.

Someone yelled something in his ear, and punched him in the face with his hand, and the young man's fair skin immediately turned purple.The voice didn't speak any more, as if it was waiting for something, was it...waiting for his answer?

Understanding this, the blond-haired boy stopped struggling. He didn't think it was his illusion, but felt that the other party might really exist in a special way. "Win?" The boy pondered the word, "If If possible, I would prefer to resolve it in a peaceful way."

A low laugh sounded in my mind, calmly.

Giotto only felt his body froze suddenly, as if his hands and feet didn't listen to him, he lost control of his body. He could feel the faint smile on his face, and then stretched out his foot and kicked the knee of the person next to him. He kicked and fell to the side, and the hands that were restrained were also loosened. His body bent over and turned around in a very flexible posture to break free from the restrained hands.

"Even if you let them go, they will be punished for their ineffectiveness." The gentle voice spoke out from his mouth, which was not under his control, and there was an elegant tranquility. "Where is there such a peaceful way?"

The blond-haired boy borrowed strength from the spot and jumped up the high wall. Although she said that, she still let the group of people go.

Controlling his body, Mi kept jumping over the high walls and trees, and headed out of the slums. After all, if he stayed here again, he would definitely be found again.

She actually didn't know why she was in the body of a foreign boy, she was forced to look at everything the boy could see, only when Giotto looked in the mirror, she finally saw the boy's face, exactly like Tsuna Yoshi .

Maybe it's not just the face, even the gentle heart that still exists in the face of the enemy, and the tolerant attitude is very similar to Tsuna.

Mi was also a little flustered at the beginning, why did she lose her body, but when she summoned Tong many times, Tong who was bound to her soul just sent out a signal of insufficient energy and did not answer. Mi had no choice but to Lived in the boy's body.

She also thought about letting the other party know her existence, but her origin became a problem. After thinking about it, she didn't know what to say, so she fell silent. If it wasn't for the young man being surrounded just now, she might be You have to wait for a while to think about your own story before you take the initiative to hook up.

As for whether this era is chaotic or not, Mi's focus is not here at all. After all, she can go back as long as Tong wakes up, so Mi's thoughts are not spent on this world at all.

Concealed passing through a group of Moorish buildings, Mi Cai stopped, and the moment he closed his eyes, he returned the dominant position to the boy.

"You... who are you?" Giotto was stunned for a while before he realized that the control had been handed over to him. Regarding this thing that saved him but seemed to be able to forcibly seize control of his body, the young man's mentality She felt that she had no malice towards him, but she was still a little defensive.

"You talking to yourself like this will make others think it's very strange, be careful to burn you to death as a heretic." Mi Rao joked with interest, but there were indeed such people among the group of missionary lunatics in the Middle Ages , Harmful and contradicting pagans "Just talk to me in your heart, as for me... you can call me Mi."

Although the young man looked much younger than her, Mi didn't have the intention to let people call her elder sister hundreds of years ago.

While communicating with the boy, Mi sighed that one day she would be able to understand what Tong knew and felt, and could only passively see what she saw and heard. Is this how Tong feels?At the beginning, he pretended to be stupid and deliberately made him look stupid, probably just to keep her from resisting.

For a guy who can control his body at any time, if he doesn't feel that the other party is under his control, then he will definitely feel uneasy and resist, but... Mi was just a child at that time.

How could she be suspicious of Tong?

Mi smiled slightly while answering the boy's question.

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