Self-cultivation of fake wine

The strawberry juice finally fell into Anna's hands.

The three men drank cocktails in silence, and in the end Fushimi Saruhiko couldn't bear it anymore and came over, pushing his glasses and solemnly made an opening remark: "I think you should let Anna go to high school, instead of going to endure elementary school every day." Childish slugs of grade."

"High school?" Chuya glanced blankly at Ryan Hughes, then frowned and asked Fushimi, "Is Anna a genius?"

"Of course she is." Fushimi sat down on the other side of Anna, "I don't even think Anna needs to go to a place like school that wastes time."

"Wasting time?" The one who answered Fushimi was Lion Hughes—the man who appeared as Chuya Nakahara's subordinate but sat in the middle of the three men, while Anna sat on the other side of the statue, with a clear camp. "Staying in Barbara doing nothing every day is a waste of time... But it still depends on Anna's own decision."

Several men looked at the little princess of Barbara.

Anna held the strawberry juice and bit the straw steadily.

"I think elementary school is pretty good." Anna winked at the Fushimi boy beside her, "I really like the handicraft class in school."

"...Well, since you said so." Fushimi chose to shut up and leave his seat.

When the little cool guy returned to the book corner and continued to fiddle with his computer, Lionsius smacked his lips meaningfully: "That kid seems to like Anna very much? Because they are all geniuses?"

"...Probably." Zhou Fangman didn't care, his tone was so familiar that Kusanagi could not help but narrow his eyes playfully, "What are you doing here?"

"Accompany Mr. Chuya to see Miss Anna."

"That tone is hilarious."

"Isn't it very romantic?"

Zhou Fangzun's expression finally became as if he was really drinking strawberry juice.

"I want to kick you out right now."

"At least let Mr. Chuya and I finish this glass of wine."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Zhongye Maomao was very puzzled: "How did you manage to end the conversation at the very beginning?"

"Obviously I have nothing to say with the Red King, and Anna can take care of herself." The silver-haired young man smiled, "We should go back, Mr. Nakaya."

Mr. Orange Cat, who was wearing a black hat, could only regretfully hug Anna, the little white cat with a red bow tie, at the end.

Watching the two port mafia members leave quickly, Hatta Misaki was very confused: "What are they here for?"

"Obviously I'm here to see Anna." Tokuta Tara sighed, "By the way, I'm sending 1000 million living expenses to Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Hiss." Hatta Misaki once again recalled the gap between the rich and the poor within the organization, "1000 million! Give our princess so much money, this parent is really relieved."

Of course they are relieved.Anna pursed her lips, rubbing the ring on her left middle finger.Just like she wanted to protect her Mare ring from being plundered in Sicily, she also had to guard her living expenses now.

You know her seventh birthday hasn't come yet!It's just a six-year-old kid! ! !

But Anna will not deny that this free-range teacher is indeed her teacher—if there is no herbal salt, she will not be taken out of that laboratory, nor will she be taken care of by those in Vengley.Although she regretted that the other party seldom taught her directly, Anna was always grateful and had no objection to that person's decision.

As long as humans make mistakes.

The strange thing is that anyone who has dealt with the man Herbal Salt doesn't think anything wrong will happen to him.

-

"Just leave Anna there?" Chuya asked drunkenly after breaking the silence in the car as the car gradually left Zhenmecho.

"The Barbaro with the Red King is considered safe, and the environment is relatively relaxed. You can also tell that Anna is living a comfortable life—not to mention that Anna is now a member of the Barbara."

"..." Zhong also took a breath by pressing his temple, expressing his envy to the bitch man's drinking capacity without getting drunk after drinking a glass of bourbon, "You are really... watertight."

"It's just a clever use of your interpersonal relationship. Want to sleep for a while?"

"No. What happened to the $600 million in Anna's hand? You gave it to me?"

"Given by Belmode."

"Bermode? The name of the wine."

"My sister—I should have told you."

"It seems that there is such a thing. Do you trust that [sister]?"

"It's not ruled out that she occasionally stabs people in the back for her own pleasure."

Chuya snorted with some satisfaction.

Then a little thing came to mind: "You like to drink bourbon?"

"I don't really like it, but I'm just used to ordering a glass. When we used to gather in the organization, everyone liked to order bourbon."

"[Bourbon] wouldn't be one of you too?"

"Yeah, it's also an intelligence house."

"Also? I thought your organization didn't need a second informant besides you."

"Obviously, I've been busy with other things every once in a while and none of them can find me, like now."

"...No wonder no one has come to spy on [Herb Salt] or [Hell Agave] so far."

"Because everyone thought that Hell Tequila was seized by the King of Gold."

Zhong also felt that he had a lot to ask, but the stamina of the Long Island iced tea had already rushed to his head, making him drowsy.

There are too many suspicious things about the man, but he feels that he can have a long time to slowly explore the secrets of the other party - this sure sense of peace of mind made Zhong also fall asleep without any worries, and he even fell asleep for the man. When he put down the passenger seat and threw a blanket, he hugged the blanket and fell asleep completely.

[Yes, we will have a long time, Chuya. 】

Cao Benyan thought to himself, all his layouts and all the reassuring sense of reliability that he showed may be for a certain moment in his life, there is a person he loves the most, and he can rely on him without any grudges or worries. He trusts him.

As long as he is next to you, you can sleep peacefully.

"Good night, Zhongya."

While the man was waiting for the traffic light, he leaned over and kissed his cute sleeping cat.

-

This year's winter was extremely cold.

Zhong also clings to his dog even more—inseparable.

"If it were me, I would also want to cling to Mr. Ryan." Countless members of the port mafia who wrapped themselves into balls and came to work made envious voices.

Everyone knows that Ryan Hughes has the ability to control the temperature in addition to illusion, he is simply a humanoid air conditioner on the move.

This allowed Nakahara Nakaya to dress lightly and handsomely even in winter—anyway, when he walked with his direct subordinates, it was like a walking stove, making people unable to control his legs and wanting to get closer.

Even Mori Ogai expressed his envy by his real name, which is specifically reflected in the fact that the number of Miss Alice's appearance near the pair of doll heaters has increased a lot recently.

On December [-]th, Chuya brought Lensius to visit Barbara again and gave Anna a lively seventh birthday.

When everyone was making a fuss, Zhou Fangzun and Ryan Hughes sat in the book corner and drank quietly.

"The number of foreigners with unknown origins has increased quite a bit recently." Zhou Fang still had that lazy look, like a lion who could never cheer up and lay down in the sun to warm himself up, "What do you know? "

"Obviously, it's coming for the slate."

"No wonder, Mr. Huang's place has been really busy recently, and there are not enough blue clothes, and he even started to borrow people from Barbara."

"Isn't it good? By the way, he can blackmail some extra money. Anyway, he has a therapist over there."

"You mean Mitsuchi Takashi?"

"There are always other outliers. Maybe you can openly recruit an outsider in the healing department who wants to join Barbara."

"...It's a really good idea, I will consider it." Zhou Fang was silent for a while, "In short, that thing must not be handed over, right?"

"Obviously." The silver-haired young man shook the liquor in his whiskey glass, and added to Zhou Fang who found it troublesome, "Controllable power can be regarded as the evolution of human beings."

Zhou Fang finally figured out all the reasons.

The third king sneered, "Who do you think you are?"

The silver-haired man casually responded with an elegant smile: "Of course it's just an ordinary mafia."

"Ah, Zun, and Mr. Ryan." Shi Shu ran over with a smile, "Anna's cake—wanna have a piece?"

"Thank you." Lionsius put down his wine glass and decisively took a plate of small cakes.

Zhou Fang, who was about to refuse, didn't feel ashamed to eat the little girl's dessert at once—it's better to say that he was used to Anna as his daughter now.

No shame in tasting my daughter's birthday cake with another adoptive dad!

Shishu Tara always felt that there was an inexplicable sense of tacit understanding between his KING and this silver-haired man, as if...

"Speaking of which, that Fushimi." Ryan Hughes interrupted Tokushu's thoughts, "He doesn't seem to be used to this place."

"..." Of course Tokuta Tara would not tell outsiders about his family's affairs without reservation. He and Kusanagi both clearly understood the gap between Fushimi Saruhiko and Barbara—even though the child had Hold the KING's hand, but fear their king's flame.

"Fushimi is of course our barbarian. Why did Mr. Lane suddenly mention this?"

"Just... simply looking for a topic?"

Zhou Fang snorted and laughed: "Then this topic is really bad enough."

"It will never be worse than the current Tokyo."

"...that's true."

Here it comes again—Tushu Tatara smiled helplessly and withdrew from this strange atmosphere.

That's not the kind of conversation he can understand—it looks like two lonely beasts, looking down at the whole situation with a high vision that others can't understand.

And they are just lost in the bureau.

[It's amazing. 】

In the end, Shi Shu could only sigh in his heart like this, and then laughed carefreely with everyone, presenting a birthday show for their little princess.

But only for two hours.

After midnight, Lionsius supported the little drunk cat, who was too drunk to stand still, and used the tip of his hair as a cat teaser to soothe it. In the eyes of the Red Clan, it is refreshing and harmless. Wuluo's Yokohama combat power ceiling, after giving little girl Anna a goodnight kiss between the eyebrows and saying "Happy birthday, congratulations on your seven years old, Anna", she rejected Kusanagi Izumo's invitation to stay overnight, and decisively hugged the cat back. Yokohama.

Tokyo has begun to become chaotic, and Yokohama, as an already chaotic concession city, can only become more chaotic.

The opening license for the port mafia issued by the Ability Secret Service Division has instead become a shield for the government to ask the mafia organization to assist in stabilizing the order. After negotiating various contracts that require the government's nod Foreign killers and unknown organizations that surged in the Yokohama area were investigated and hunted down.

As the organization's most versatile intelligence house, Lion Hughes currently has to go to the chief's office to submit new information every day.The outsider newcomers recruited and trained some time ago were quickly thrown into various fierce battles and conflicts, and Zhongye, as the leader of the battle force, naturally had to walk on the front line of the **.

This is like a silent and huge national war of supernatural beings whose sound was sucked away by the heavy snow.

No country can sit still and let the imperial pillar tower use stone slabs to turn its citizens into supernatural powers.

And the King of Gold, who originally didn't agree with releasing the power of the slate, had to face the truth that was gradually torn apart in this silent and tragic game——

The supernatural beings in this country, both in terms of quality and quantity, are still... far from enough.