[Tutor] Hello sir, goodbye sir

When all the white mist on the playground dissipated, the scene that suddenly fell silent was silent and solemn.

"Hello, Melanza."

Reborn raised his jaw to the blond boy standing stiffly on the screen, "Should you say something?"

"Just like what you think, at the end of the cradle incident eight years ago, xanxus was frozen by Kudaime."

The boy looked dirty, his eyes were buried under his hair, and only half of his exposed face was frighteningly pale.

Kneeling in front of the huge ice wall, Squalo clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it hard on the ice. The repeated movements made blood ooze from his unhealed hand, even wearing black gloves. , the hard ice surface also began to glow faintly.

He stared at the ferocious Xanxus in the ice, his eyes full of helpless pain.

"...Damn it, I failed to save him again..."

"Hee hee hee~ It seems that we are not too late."

Following the sound, Bell weighed his right foot, and his walking posture looked a bit weird.

Phantasma floated above Mamon's head in the shape of a tail-biting ring, and a baby with a purple pacifier slowly floated over.

He spread out his palms, and the six rings of Vongola Guardians lay there quietly.

"Let's reverse it again."

"Hey-!! Well done, Mammon."

Squalo looked at him with hope rekindled in his silvery pupils.

Kneeling on the ground, panting lowly, Sawada Tsunayoshi's slender arms supported his body, as if he was about to be unbearable and trembling at this moment.

"It's useless, Xanxus has continued to sleep."

The flame on his forehead became increasingly dimmer due to the rapid decline of physical strength, "He will not wake up again, the battle is over."

"End? Stop kidding."

Sneering, Mamon didn't have the attitude that a defeated person should have at all.

"Do you want to know why Melanza was not killed even though she violated the boss's order to supply flames to Gora Mosca privately?"

"..."

"Because like you Yunshou, Melanza is the trump card."

The dark cloud cast a shadow on the light blonde hair color, and the boy whose name was named slowly raised his head, a pair of golden red eyes showing a dazzling and clear flowing color in the middle of the night.

"Trumpcard, what a good name."

His body seems to be unable to maintain his balance, and he moves very slowly, "Xanxus will be resurrected again, with the help of these Vengley rings."

The blond boy stood still in front of the ice wall formed by the breakthrough of the dead zero point, and Mamon put all six rings in his hands.

With a face without emotion, no one knows what he is thinking.

He spread his palms towards Xanxus in the ice, and when he closed his eyes and opened them again, his golden-red pupils suddenly shrank into the vertical pupils of some kind of beast in danger.

"Vongola's ring is called a secret treasure. It is kept in two and is not granted to anyone other than the heir, because the ring itself has hidden power."

The voice at the end of the sentence has not completely dissipated, as if responding to his words, the ring in his hand suddenly ignited flames, and the dazzling colors continued to burn from between the slender fingers, reflecting his skin Appears morbidly pale.

The Ozora Ring, which was lying quietly in Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand, also ignited a pure orange flame as if inspired.

The blond boy looked back at him and explained patiently.

"When you inherit the complete Vongola Ring, the ring will endow the Vongola bloodline with new power."

Sawada Tsunayoshi and the guardians who rushed to the scene could only watch the phantasmagoria that the world had never seen before.

The flames emanating from the ring seemed to be alive, and gradually melted the ice that trapped Xanxus with a very beautiful gesture, and the huge silhouettes flickered with the gathering and dispersing of the white mist.

As the flame continued to burn, the area of ​​the ice wall gradually shrank, and when it melted, it made a rustling sound like silk and satin rubbing against each other, and the water seeped into the soil, turning it into a thick black area.

The body temperature of Xanxus has always been very high in my impression, but at this time it was abnormally cold. Squalo, who was kneeling, hugged his fallen body tightly, and his still warm breath sprayed on the side of his neck, indicating that the person in his arms still exists signs of life.

"Welcome back, bastard boss."

"Big trash..."

xanxus has a hoarse voice.

Bell, who stood quietly watching, moved his fingers, and brought the Ozora Ring in Tsunayoshi Sawada's hand with a knife with a piano wire.

"Hee hee hee~ The collection is complete."

"The ring was…"

The prison temple Hayato almost gritted his teeth angrily.

Bell took Xanxus' hand, and put the Dakong Ring on his middle finger.

At the same time, Mammon pulled up the necklace distributed by Cherobel hanging on his waist, and put all the rings on them according to the marks.

"The treasure of Vengley passed down from generation to generation, please grant us the great power of the young Vengley blood!"

Dazzling light burst out the moment the ceremony was completed, and the blond boy was very calm, turning his back to this scene, as if what happened next had nothing to do with him.

The lines of the boy's face were particularly soft under the light and shadow, and his figure was dragged very long, with only a pair of piercing golden-red eyes.

He looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi as if he was looking at a long-lost friend, focused and nostalgic.

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't understand the meaning of his eyes.

The interlaced and overlapping rays of light suddenly converged into a beam and shot straight into the sky, but in the next second, the line of sight was once again dark.

Everything happened so suddenly that everyone was too shocked to move.

Sawada Tsunayoshi gritted his teeth, remembering what the old man had conveyed to him through the flames.

"The ring rejected xanxus."

Almost at the same time, he and the young Balian Yunshou shared this fact.

He smiled helplessly when he saw the blond boy.

Mamon's tone was unbelievable.

"Melansa...? What's going on!"

"People without Vongola's blood cannot inherit the ring and the Vengola family."

The boy turned his head and said lazily, but his eyes were suddenly cold and arrogant.

Xanxus forced himself to look up, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

"It's ironic... Yes, Kudaime and I are not biological father and son."

"!!!"

In the astonishment of everyone, Xanxus finally told the whole story of the cradle incident eight years ago and the truth that had been buried for many years.

From a poor background in the past, he became the only son of the popular Pengel Ninth Generation. Over the years, he has regarded himself as the next tenth generation, and the arrogant xanxus who has targeted him found that all this is nothing more than a lie in the end.

Jiudaimu is a kind person, but he is too kind, that's why he brought things to the original point.

Xanxus felt that he could never forgive Kudaime for lying to him.

Squalo, who had been hugging Xanxus, clenched his teeth, feeling dizzy in his head.

Squalo couldn't see his face, but he could feel the other's fingertips tightly clutching his skirt, as well as the trembling breath exhaled on his neck.

He knew he must not fall.

Even if he tried his best, he still had to support xanxus and protect his pathetic self-esteem.

"Cherobel, as you wish...the prophecy has come true, is this satisfactory..."

Feeling somewhat slumped, Xanxus looked up at the bronze-skinned, pink-haired woman beside her.

Cerbero knelt down to him, respectful as always.

"With all due respect, this is not what we expected. Everything was doomed long ago, and you have accomplished your mission excellently."

"..."

"Then announce that the successors of Vongola's ring are Sawada Tsunayoshi and his family members."

"The follow-up matters will be handled by you."

The blond boy looked at Cerbero, his voice was steady and calm, without any personal emotion.

"Yes, Lord Melanza."

"Your task has been completed and you are a scumbag, hurry up and get out of Balian for me..."

The scarlet pupils flashed across the blond boy's cheeks indifferently.

The boy knelt down and covered his eyes with his hands, as if he was talking to him, but also as if he was talking to himself.

"You are tired, may you have a good dream."

"..."

As if hypnotized, Xanxus closed his eyes, leaned on Squalo's shoulder, and fell into a deep sleep.

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The night of losing the Ring War was the best night for Xanxus to sleep in in 24 years.

He was finally able to let go of everything, his past and himself.

Holding Squalo tightly, xanxus felt unprecedented peace of mind.

In fact, he can completely avoid hitting Squalo with a tequila bottle or glass, but there is no way, that is xanxus' way of expressing "you are important to me".

Tsunayoshi Sawada and his guardians only know that xanxus intends to usurp Vongola, which ends in failure.

What they don't know, however, is that even though Xanxus and Kudaime have a falling out, he still enjoys sitting on the couch with him and smoking a cigar.

Because xanxus thinks that staying with Kudaime is the only thing he can do to make up for the cradle incident.

This incident also made Xanxus very gratified. Although he didn't say anything, but after eight years, his subordinates have grown so much, but nothing seems to have changed.

It feels like he hasn't come back for a long time, but when he comes back, he finds that everything is exactly the same as before.

In fact, what Melanza said is correct, Xanxus likes poetry very much, and he also thought about becoming a poet, but his accomplishments in literature are obviously not as good as his ability in domestic violence.

So when Jiudaimu gave him this task, xanxus' first reaction was——

It would be a good poem of his own composition.

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Beginning with the competition for half of Vongola's ring, the violent and cowardly Mia Xiaoyan and Yan Ruyan quietly gathered in the dark.

The fists of the young heir ignited flames, and ten generations of family members gathered together.

The actors in the life-and-death contest finally took their places, the death knell sounded, and the audience took their seats.

Under the cruel king's gun, there is only a sliver of life.

The night falls, embracing each other and killing each other, the orange-red light is too dazzling.

The dark tyrant and his minions sneak into the darkness.

The farce slowly drew to an end.

This is the end.