[Comprehensive] Full-level boss pretending to be new

Qi Ya's Jedi counterattack was useless, Sen Lan calmly blocked all the attack openings, and the only opening left was to attract the opponent to take the bait. (..)

In the end, Qi Ya was nailed off the field by the last shot directly below his collarbone. It was the first time for a kid who had suffered such a tragic injury on the fighting ring. He held the gun, ready to pull it out and continue to fight on stage.

"Contestant Senlan wins!"

The referee excitedly announced the result of the game, and sent an invitation letter of [-] floors to Sen Lan on the spot.

This player who can see through the truth and pin people out of the field can't continue to stay in the two hundred times to harm ordinary people.

This is an ending that Sen Lan didn't even think about. He thought he was just going up to the tenth floor, but he didn't expect to step into the gate of the two hundredth floor.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then stuffed the invitation letter back.

"can't read."

He rejected the other party confidently, stepped off the fighting ring, and headed in the direction of Qi Ya.

"Is it badly hurt?"

Looking at the weapon that penetrated the other party's body, Sen Lan felt a little headache, always felt that if the gun was shot on the spot, he would be crazily despised by the little sisters and big sisters next to him.

"I'll trouble you to restore it to the point of the gun first."

Komaeda glanced at Mori, and pointed to the gun on Qi Ya: "Come with me later."

Sen Lan moved quickly, disassembled it into several parts and then hid it back on his body, but outsiders couldn't see where he put those parts at all.

The corners of Qi Ya's mouth twitched in pain, and he looked at Sen Lan with anger and unwillingness. He thought, if it wasn't for the rules of the arena that he would lose if he was kicked out of the field, he would definitely kill him.

"Does the wound not hurt?"

Komaeda fiddled with the tip of the gun, and smiled lightly at Qi Ya: "It seems that you haven't learned enough lessons."

Qi Ya muttered something, obediently asked the medical team to move him onto the stretcher.

"I thought you were going to hold him."

Knowing the relationship between the two people in front of him from outsiders, Mori originally thought that Komaeda would hate him, the person who beat his son into such a ghost.

"you think too much."

Komaeda spoke veiledly: "The healers in the arena have rich experience in treating patients, so it's better for me, a layman like me, to look at them."

"I'll return it to you after they pull out the point of the gun. Do you want to come with me?"

"want."

The referee, who was still crying on the stage, felt aggrieved. Why is Sen Lan not illiterate when she talks to Huige? Does she have an unreliable face?

But Mi Ji, who heard the discussions from the people around him, became stiff, so what, why are people here saying that Qi Ya is the son of the gray-haired man?

Our father is so green?

Wait a minute, so the most promising white hair of our generation, Qi Ya, who is also the head of the next generation, is actually someone else's child?

Damn, if my brother is not rescued, my three views will be cracked.

In such a complicated mood, Mi Ji had no intention of eating. He casually stuffed popcorn into the hands of a passer-by, and followed the map on his phone to the medical department, where injured players on the stage would receive treatment.

Of course, only such valuable players have such treatment.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry about this kind of preferential treatment. I should say that my younger brother is amazing, and he has reached such a high status so quickly. I still hope that the other party will not get hurt. It is best not to step here for the rest of my life.

Sneaking outside the medical department, Mi Ji wanted to sneak his head around to see what was going on inside.

He was tapped on the shoulder.

His subordinates subconsciously switched states. As a person who beat the enemy Hakka, if this change of hand had not been estimated, his father would have directly beaten him to death in the torture room. Miji became not as fast as Irmi and the others, but it was enough. up.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Komaeda looked at the little fat man with wrinkled facial features, and felt that the other's chubby face was a bit easy to pinch: "Could it be that the player you supported was injured?"

It's that man!

Mi Ji yelled in his heart, showing a fanatic fan who was found to be STK to the fullest: "No, no, no, I'm sorry, I, I, I will leave immediately..."

He also covered his face with his hands while pushing out, trying to squeeze Komaeda away and escape.

Komaeda didn't move, he clasped the little fat man's shoulders, and dragged him into Qiya's ward.

Qi Ya, who had a hole in his body and bled a lot, was a little drowsy now, and the drip was poked in his hand to supplement the most basic glucose. He himself asked not to use other drugs. Just follow his will.

"Dead...Second brother?!"

In the eyes of his family, he could be recognized even if he was wearing a hood, and Mi Chi, who only covered his face with his hands, was discovered as soon as he met.

He could only put down his hands, and smiled awkwardly at Qi Ya, his expression distorted.

"How did you come."

Qi Ya's mood was very complicated, he was a little happy to finally meet an acquaintance after he came out for half a year, but unfortunately it was the second brother, who was also injured.

If this fat man went home and filed a complaint, he would definitely be given a good electric shock for a month.

Tsk, what to do if it's even more troublesome.

"I got your text message."

Mi Ji said coyly: "I thought you..."

He was kidnapped by a dangerous man.

He didn't dare to finish the sentence, the nerve in his brain told him that if he really said it, he would die without a whole body.

"Just a text message, and you came here from home on purpose?"

Qi Ya's tone was a bit inconceivable, letting a person who wished to be integrated with the house come out of the house, and even ran such a long way to come here, it is really touching brotherhood.

He hummed again indifferently, indicating that he already knew, and now you can go back.

"So it's Qi Ya's brother."

Komaeda, who had been pretending to be a transparent person for a long time, said at the right time: "I came here specially to find you, I must be very concerned about you, Qiya, so it's not good to let my brother go back like this."

"...Then what should I do?"

Qi Ya answered reluctantly. When he was at home, every time he was tortured, he tried not to show his vulnerable side to show to his second brother. As a result, as soon as we met, this person saw his weak performance...

"We still have a guest room in our villa, how about letting him live there recently?"

"By the way, I still don't know your brother's name. What is this kid's name?"

No matter how you say it, there is also one-seven-point mischief, and the child shuddered several times when he shouted this sentence.

"Mi Ji, you can just call him a fat man."

Kid Qiya showed another wave of malice from his younger brother.

Komaeda smiled and said that he remembered, and asked Miji to stay with Qi Ya, and took the two of them home together when the glucose flow was clean.

"In view of your performance today, you can order two more desserts for dinner."

The childish little white hair immediately raised his hands and cheered, and then his face was distorted by the pain from the fresh wound.

"What do funny kids like to eat? You are a guest from afar, and you can also order something you like."

With Qi Ya's murderous gaze, Mi Ji reported a list of things he wanted to eat, and then sat on the stool beside the hospital bed obediently and played games.

Qi Ya, who could only stare at the drop bottle on the top of his head, used his eyes to cut the flesh of his second brother boredly. After not seeing his second brother for half a year, he became much rounder. Just like this, he dared to order those high-calorie fried chicken burgers, even if he ate steak. Stronger than those things.

"Are you going to play a game?"

Mi Chi resolutely misunderstood his younger brother's eyes, and happily took out another game console, which was specially assembled by him. The shells were all customized with Qi Ya's hair color, and the white one was particularly beautiful.

"Online?"

"Link."

The two brothers lowered their heads and played the game seriously.

Komaeda, who left early, first took Mori Lan's gun point away from the medical staff, and then made a special trip to return the things to the other party, but the request for dinner was decisively rejected, and the cold-tempered boy quickly closed the door, as if Think of Komaeda as some kind of pervert.

Have you ever seen such a handsome pervert?

Touching the bridge of his nose, Komaeda took out his mobile phone and began to order. He had already figured out the local characteristics. The netizens he met in the past two days seemed to be quite good at collecting information. With the travel guide he compiled, he could eat all over the place. Cities are fine.

Such a good netizen, forcibly asking for a [-]% discount is really a bit sorry for the other party.

Komaeda thought for a while, pulled out the dialog box and said the request to send souvenirs to the other party, and at the same time expressed his very satisfied reply to the ID card he obtained.

Soon an address flew over there, and Komaeda checked it casually, and found that the address was clearly a fake.

Hmm... Since the other party is confident of receiving the item, he should send it to this address.

Komaeda, who was in a very happy mood, bought everything and left the address of the villa, and went back to the Sky Arena to pick up the man. After an afternoon of getting along, the two brothers were obviously not as embarrassed and nervous as they were when they first met.

"Clean up, it's time to go home."

The speed of the hands of the two pressing the game console was crazily accelerated, and when the onlookers felt their fingers throbbing, as a ball of fireworks exploded on the screen, the two brothers who were the first to clear the level couldn't help but bump into each other in the air. punch.

"Pleasant to work with."

Playing to the point of excitement, Qi Ya even forgot his wound, and grinning again at this moment, he took the newly bought clothes from Komaeda's hand, the small coat is much more convenient to wear than the pullover.

"In the future, can we still play together?"

The ridiculous mood gradually receded from the highest point, and this afternoon he was like a dream, this kind of way of getting along with ordinary people's brotherhood, he used to only see what others said.

"Of course not."

Qi Ya said slightly: "I still need to recover from my injuries. After recovering from my injuries, I will continue to fight with that Sen Lan. I don't have time to play."

But after seeing the depressed expression of the second brother, he still made a small concession: "But when I am tired from training, I can still play two games to have fun."

Miji nodded humbly, and Komaeda took this opportunity to pinch the opponent's face, feeling the soft and smooth touch.

"If Mi Chi is the second brother, Qi Ya should have a big brother."

He walked beside the two of them, and made a suggestion to make the two little animals blow their hair: "Why don't you call your elder brother over to have a reunion, after all, Qi Ya, you were injured so badly."

The two shook their heads crazily: "No big brother, don't let him know."

He will definitely be taken back and beaten up, so don't call the eldest brother over.

Komaeda felt a little regretful, thinking he could see what Shiba's eldest son looked like, but wondered if it was printed in the same mold as Shiba...

No, I still don't want it.

That old friend's face is really tough.