As we all know, winding zero is a human being

The old-fashioned vending machine on the corner of the street was running cheap and bitter coffee, and after looking at it again and again, it was still pulled away by Guimai Tsuji with his arms.

This is not in line with the decent and noble status of the ancestor of ghosts, so he can only be ruthlessly stopped.

Forget it, Zero told himself that there was nothing to care about, he was just curious.

The clothes of the passers-by seemed to be brighter, until they walked to a very familiar building, Ling didn't realize where they had gone.

From time to time, people he didn't know in front of the Luming Pavilion smiled and nodded at Guiwu Tsuji.

Zero said with a little hesitation: "You should say that you are here to attend the banquet..."

"So what if I said it earlier?" Wu Mi glanced down at him, and brushed back a strand of hair from his ear.

Indeed, the ending still can't be changed, wouldn't he have to be pulled out and forced to open the business.

Guests in western clothes and twirling wine glasses paced the hall, and the volume of the conversations that could be seen everywhere in twos and threes was tacitly unable to cover the accompaniment music on the dance floor.

Zero watched Onimai Tsuji take a champagne from the tray in the hands of the waiter, and couldn't help looking at the colorful glass windows: "So it's really appropriate for me to stay here?"

There was not even a trace of night, and if the hands of the clock were not overlapping and pointing to the middle of the night, none of the guests wandering in this banquet might be able to feel the flow of time.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi, who didn't answer directly, just watched him gently, and kindly handed him a glass of grape juice from the tray prepared by the side.

Then his gaze was very directional, and Ling looked over along the way, and he turned his attention back to the guests, only to realize that there were more than one little gentleman and little lady who couldn't help but move while holding the juice.

He looked at the theme of the banquet written in small gilt characters on the red silk with no expression on his face, and gradually understood everything.

Sure enough, he said why Wu Mi was so kind to take him out to let the wind out, co-authored in this layer cake, he was still a tool man who was suppressed underneath.

It is nothing more than a medical-themed dinner, and by the way, there are very topical words such as charity and rescue. Most of the guests who come to the party are practitioners in the pharmaceutical industry. It is no wonder that many people recognize the role played by Oni Wu Tsuji This Mr. Tsukihiko.

"Don't run around... and remember not to conflict with others."

Hearing Wu Mian's instructions so patiently, the guests who were watching around and came to greet him naturally showed gentle smiles.

However, Ling drank the bright red grape juice, nodded his head, and wanted to persuade this sentence back.

Naturally, Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi doesn't like communicating with ordinary humans.

But he has always been able to show extraordinary endurance in this matter about the blue Bana, even if he feels unhappiness caused by unimportant human beings who are caught in his movements, he can hide it in a gentle manner behind the illusion.

All the people who are fascinated by him are fanatically obsessed with the mask that has countless changes that he reveals, but let Ling choose...

Hey, why did he choose?

The only thing that makes him remember and makes him willing to travel around for a piece of news is of course only that one.

Holding a wine glass and trying to puff up his chest, a little gentleman who combed his hair to look like an adult tried to imitate his parents and came to chat with him.

After returning a very moving smile, he also rejected them with the most straightforward words.

"Mr. Yueyan? Mr. Yueyan, the research direction of infectious diseases you mentioned just now—"

Putting the champagne to his lips for a while, but he didn't see that the content in the glass was so small, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyan turned his eyes that were still smiling from the corners of his eyes, and his throat moved hoarsely: "Um?"

The guests who talked with him naturally noticed that his mind was distracted, but they didn't point it out knowingly, so the topic continued.

……

The second floor of the mansion is also a part of the banquet. On the several terraces extended by the building that is so white that it can emit a little light at night, the host who held the banquet also thoughtfully prepared seats for the guests to rest. .

From time to time, we can see guests who are slightly drunk or overwhelmed with alcohol come here to blow a breeze.

Put the empty cups on the small round table that matches the seat, and even try to put your arms on the marble railing of the terrace.

The thin clouds in the evening piled up, so it was difficult to see the moon tonight. With the nothingness of the night sky, he tilted his head and greeted the familiar guy who fell on the railing next to him: "Good evening, Mr. Yiwozuo."

Wearing a pitch-black uniform and cloak, Yiwozuo, who can blend into the environment well without looking at the conspicuous tattoos, fluttered her soft short pink hair in the night wind, and a trace of doubt flashed in her golden eyes.

He was called by the ancestor of the ghost with great fanfare and changed his clothes. He squatted on the roof and blew the cold wind for a long time. When he realized that the only target he needed to take care of could only be called a teenager, he had no interest.

Women and children have never been within the scope of his concern.

Although Zero seems to be well-proportioned, many small habits also reveal that he is a swordsman - and may have something to do with the Ghost Slayer, but so what?

The ancestor of the ghosts only told him to keep an eye on him, he didn't say anything, and he was strictly forbidden to do anything that would startle the snake.

"Do you know me?" His voice raised slightly. After being bored for so long, if someone talked to him, Yi Wozuo would of course be willing to say something.

What's more, after paying attention to it for so long, he is actually quite curious about Zero.

"Of course." Ling is not surprised that Yi Wozuo can't remember him at all. After all, he and Yiwozuo don't have much intersection, but he hesitated after looking at Yiwozuo and seeing no one showing the words in his eyes. He muttered quietly: "Changed?"

There is still doubt in Yiwozuo's eyes: "What changed?"

Zero nodded his left eye: "Numbers, Mr. Yiwozuo, the last time I saw you, you were still a stringer."

These words seemed to throw a stone into a calm lake, directly causing ripples.

"It's you." Yiwozuo opened his eyes wide and carefully distinguished Zero's appearance. Although this sentence reminded him of something unpleasant and his mood index fell to the bottom, it didn't affect his thinking, " I remember you are...winding zero?"

Looking up and thinking about whether there is an ID card here, Zero has reservations about this: "It seems that the competition for the position of Shangxian is very fierce. Hei Si Mou should still be Shangxian One? What about Tong Mo, Tong Mo won't be— —”

Yiwozuo: "...that guy is Shangxian now."

"." Ling Congshan closed his mouth like a liu, he really didn't really want to step on Yiwozuo's thunder.

This matter was indeed beyond his expectation. As expected, Tong Mo, who had never shown all his means positively, had such bad intentions. Otherwise, how could the ranking rise like a rocket.

As soon as his identity was identified, Yiwozuo seemed to want to ask him a lot of questions, and his shock was hard to hide, but when the words came to his mouth, his expression was stiff and he couldn't utter a word.

The scene was a little bit colder.

Counting the time, the banquet is not over so quickly, Ling Xin said that it is better to have a chat with a friend who has met a few times here, than to go to the sticky and boring atmosphere.

So skipping some topics that he couldn't talk about, he looked at the flags and lights of all nations on the street and the Yiwozao and started a family routine: "Do you often do activities in Tokyo?"

Yiwozuo frowned: "No, I don't like Tokyo."

Alright, the homely topic has been chatted to death all of a sudden.

If I don't like Tokyo very much, I will definitely not come to Tokyo often. Thinking of this, Ling looked at Yiwozuo with a look of sympathy and pity.

Sure enough, a company whose boss doesn't care about the personal preferences and privacy of his subordinates really has no future.

While talking, Yiwozuo's eyes wandered and did not look at him, there was no moon in the dark night and not even a single star could be seen, only the electric street lamps in the distance seemed to be blurred and turned into stars.

But Ling can remember that during the few meetings with Mr. Yiwozuo, he was always fascinated by him.

Mr. Yiwozuo has no memory of being a human being, which seems to be something Tong Mo told him some time.

But at that time, the leader of Wanshi Bliss Sect just wanted to show off his superior memory, and said it without taking his "good friend"'s privacy seriously.

However, even if it is something that has lost memory, the body can respond when it is encountered again.

It is reasonable to speculate that what he has forgotten is that fairy love that can knock the system down.

Oh, what a crime, Mr. Yiwozuo became what he is now, wouldn't it be a good thing that Guiwu Tsuji Wumi did?

It may be that he has realized the talent of being able to appear in front of anyone he thinks of, and finally got rid of those people who he regards as ants but have to deal with them tonight. .

Yi Wozuo seemed to be about to kneel down immediately when he sensed Wu Mi's aura, but Wu Mi seemed to feel that this building full of free and romantic atmosphere was not in harmony with the content of those feudal dross, so he broke up. With a snap of his fingers, Yi Wozuo stopped his movements.

Of course, it is also possible that their identities are guests participating in the banquet and the security guy (?) of this banquet. Under the circumstances that there are still people who might be paying attention to this side, hiding their identities is naturally the top priority.

"Did you have a good chat?" Wuyou asked softly with a smile, and put the champagne that had been tasted casually aside.

Yi Wozuo didn't say a word, Yiwozuo didn't dare to make any moves, but Ling hadn't had time to put away his smile so he nodded: "Well! I'm relieved to see that Mr. Yiwozuo is fine."

Yiwozuo: "?"

That expression seemed to be saying, why did you push him into the fire pit?

Wu Paused for a while, he confirmed the truth of the content of this sentence, glanced at Yiwozuo, and his mood was a little better than before.

[It is best to keep in touch with friends from previous environments. ]

"Speaking of which, I only met Mr. Yiwozuo from Twelve Ghost Moon..."

Zero cautiously hesitated to speak, and did not dare to expose his purpose too clearly.

After laying the groundwork for so long and paying so much, the script has not yet taken the first step, which is not good.

Eh!Last time when Hei Si Mou came to visit, he didn't ask who is in the current Twelve Ghost Moons. It was really a mistake of his.

Oni Wu Tsuji stared at him right and wrong for a while, and let Zero take back the name on his lips guiltily.

No, no, it really was too abrupt, and it would be too deliberate to mention the name of his target at this time.

The banquet with no sense of participation ended here, and Yiwoza left this place of right and wrong almost instantly after getting the permission of Onimai Tsuji, and Zero who returned to the mansion also fled to the bathroom as usual .

Forget it, the future will be long, as long as you have enough patience and aspirations, things will come true, right?

So wiping his hair and humming a ditty, he shrank obediently on the bed and still attracted Wu Mi's attention.

"You are in a good mood tonight."

Pulling the quilt and hearing this pointed sentence, Ling shrank his head tentatively and said, "Is it okay?"

Ah, he was too obvious, so the previous character design collapsed?

However, before he could worry about walking for a while, Wu Mi was the first to fall silent.

Sitting on the head of the bed, using other trivial matters in hand as a cover, his thoughtful demeanor was completely blocked by broken hair.

As if aware of the sight that maybe the owner didn't know, which implied a little expectation, Wu Mi frowned and turned off the wall lamp casually.

The small details hidden in the sound of breathing were not very obvious, and Zero thought that this last encounter tonight was finally passed by him safely.

However, in the afternoon of the second day, an abrupt string sounded in the silent living room.

Miss Naruto was not seen, and she closed the magazine in her hand with a snap amidst the murky rain.

The visitor didn't seem to understand why he suddenly appeared in this place, staring at him with beautiful golden eyes.

Seeing the girl Oiran turning her head slightly, Zero took a deep breath and roared:

"Xiaomei! Who told you to dress like this?! Put your clothes on!!!!"