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Takeshi Yamamoto followed Qiao Wen into the villa in a complicated mood.

—Walking along the road, you can see guards who are lying on the ground and whose personnel are unknown everywhere.

As the card of the wind said, they were wearing uniform white uniforms. Takeshi Yamamoto, who had dealt with Mirufiore many times before, recognized at a glance that they belonged to Mirufiore. The uniform of the "White Curse" unit.

"Is it really someone from Mirufiore..."

Yamamoto Takebe secretly wondered in his heart that since Mirufiore was the one who did it, why was Tsunayoshi Sawada not brought in? Theoretically speaking, the defense force is the strongest, and it is the least likely to be broken by Peng Lie in a short period of time. , so it is more suitable for Guanren's Mirufiore Japanese branch base, and reminded Qiao Wen with hidden worries:

"Is it really okay for us to just walk in like this? Although everyone in this building has fallen down..."

——all fell under Qiao Wen's unpredictable means.

Takeshi Yamamoto saw with his own eyes that the little guy with the cute appearance of an elf summoned by Qiao Wen like a card of the wind waved the "magic wand" in his hand, and waved it gently in the direction of the villa, accompanied by a wave of The dreamlike blue shards of light spread out, and a few seconds later, the sound of falling to the ground with varying degrees of severity was as dense as raindrops, spreading from all over the villa, and then he had to follow Joe who suddenly stepped forward. After Wen Wen's death, he walked into the villa through the main entrance like no one else was there.

"Are you sure there is no remote monitoring device installed here?"

Takeshi Yamamoto was very confused.

With the villa's defense level far beyond the conventional, it was really hard for him to believe that Bai Lan would not use other means to monitor every sound in the villa.

However, compared to the worried Takeshi Yamamoto, someone walking in front of him seemed more relaxed, or more indifferent.

"So what?"

Qiao Wen entered the gate of the villa, drove straight in, and walked along the stairs to the room where Sawada Tsunayoshi was imprisoned on the third basement floor.

As he was talking, he even smiled meaningfully at the surveillance probe hanging at the corner of the next staircase, and the corner of Takeshi Yamamoto's mouth twitched...

"The other party not only killed the leader of Peng Gelie ten years later, but also blatantly kidnapped Mr. Zetian ten years ago."

"Yamamoto-kun, you don't think there is any friendship between Pengo Lie and Mirufiore, do you?"

"...Of course not." Takeshi Yamamoto's face turned gloomy, "I just think..."

"You just think that the current situation is unclear, and it's better not to startle the snake?"

Qiao Wen turned his head and smiled at him.

How to say that smile, in the eyes of Takeshi Yamamoto, it was somewhat joking.

"It's really a good idea to stand still, especially when the enemy is out in the dark and we still have key turning points in our hands."

Qiao Wen's tone was unexpectedly gentle.

But what he said next was not as gentle as this tone——

"But Yamamoto-kun, you have to understand that any tactics and strategies are based on the premise that the strength of the two sides is not too different."

As the young man said, he stopped at the door of a room in the deepest part of the third basement floor.

The person who turned around had an impeccable beauty in the eyes of Takeshi Yamamoto, who had been in Italy for many years and had already seen all kinds of "beauties favored by God".

However, at this moment, this beauty is tinged with a tingling and dangerous taste because of the overly sharp smile on the corner of the other party's mouth...

"—When your strength is ten times, or even a hundred times that of the enemy." As the man said, he casually pushed open the door in front of him——

"Then, why not use your strength to defeat ten meetings?"

In the empty room, the ten-generation leader of Pengele from ten years ago was sleeping sideways on a simple single bed with his eyes closed.

And in the only chair beside him, there is a person that Takeshi Yamamoto is very familiar with -

"Bryn?!"

Peng Gelie's ten-generation rain guard was like an enemy, and even Qiao Wen had no time to stop him. He had already dodged into the room, erected his whole body's defenses, and blocked the bed where Tsunayoshi Sawada was sleeping.

"Yeah, it's Yamamoto-kun."

The person sitting in the chair smiled brightly, as if he didn't feel the hostility and killing intent released by Takeshi Yamamoto at all.

He has a head of white short hair, a rare purple pupil, a purple upside-down mountain tattoo under the corner of his left eye, a white uniform, and a bag of cotton candy of unknown flavor in his hand, talking , slowly stuffed one into his mouth, and immediately narrowed his eyes happily——

"Long time no see. Oh, there's no need to be so murderous towards me."

The person named Bai Lan chuckled and licked the fingertips that had just twirled the marshmallow.

"After all, I wasn't the one who killed Zetian-kun, ordered the storming of Pengo Lie, and even kidnapped Zetian-kun ten years ago to this 'secret' base."

"...What the hell are you talking about?"

Takeshi Yamamoto's expression was not - the slightest - moved.

Obviously, he didn't believe a word of Bai Lan's words.

Bai Lan sighed leisurely.

"I know empty words are empty."

He pouted dejectedly.

Then he ignored Takeshi Yamamoto, and turned his attention directly to Qiao Wen who was still standing at the door:

"You are Qiao Wen—Little Qiao, right?"

Qiao Wen raised his eyebrows.

He didn't expect Bai Lan to have such a style of painting.

Still call him "Little Joe"?

This tone...is it kind enough?

"Don't get me wrong." Bai Lan raised her hands with a smile on her face, "I didn't plan to be your enemy from the beginning, huh?"

"And," he sighed pretentiously, "I don't believe you can't see what's going on with me—you didn't attack me the first time you saw me, isn't that enough to explain your attitude?"

He clearly saw through his real body at a glance, but still kept an attitude of staying out of the matter, allowing Takeshi Yamamoto to be vigilant and murderous towards him...

"No wonder you became friends with that guy Merlin."

Bai Lan continued to curl her lips.

In fact, Qiao Wen feels that his action can almost be called a malicious and cute pout →_→

"He's really a wicked person..."

Before the words fell, there was a soft "bang" sound, and Takeshi Yamamoto subconsciously turned around and half hugged and half protected Tsunayoshi Sawada who was sleeping on the bed, but found that the sound was just the Prynne on the chair suddenly turning into a pink ball The smoke dissipated in front of my eyes...

"This is……?"

He couldn't help turning his suspicious eyes to Qiao Wen.

"Oh My God."

In the gradually dissipating pink smoke, a strange figure slowly appeared.

"You actually asked Me to perform such a vulgar magic show...Bai Lan, you must have kept your brain in your body, right?"

A voice without any emotional fluctuations, but making quite sharp complaints sounded immediately, and it sounded like the owner of the voice was a young boy.

The figure raised his hand and waved it twice, and the pink smoke quickly dispersed, revealing the expressionless figure of a green-haired boy wearing a huge frog hat...

"Fran?"

Seeing the boy's face clearly, Takeshi Yamamoto couldn't help but exclaimed.

"How could it be you?!"

"Ah... I want to ask this question too."

The boy raised a hand.

"Suddenly when Master entrusted me with a dream, Me was also startled. I said that the only one I can rely on now is Me. I thought that Master was really dead. After death, the ghosts came to find Me in the dream... Oh, it hurts!"

As if he was really beaten by someone, the boy named Fran raised his hand and rubbed the frog hat on his head (?).

"It turned out that Master didn't die at all. Tsk."

Takeshi Yamamoto: ...

The man's face was indescribable.

Qiao Wen always felt that it took him a lot of effort to force himself to restrain himself, and he didn't ask the question, "You really hope that something happens to your master?"

Fran naturally also saw Takeshi Yamamoto's expression.

The boy still had that expressionless and calm look on his face.

"Mr. Yamamoto, what are you thinking?"

His tone remained calm.

"Me just thinks it's not advisable for Master to push the matter to Me when he can do it himself. You must know that Me is still underage! Why let Me be such a helpless and lovely underage Ren-Lu escorted this guy to Japan..."

As Fran spoke, he lifted—the other hand hanging straight behind him, and opened his tightly clenched palm—

Takeshi Yamamoto—his eyes widened instantly.

Because in the center of Fran's open palm, he saw a small miniature brandy sitting in the boy's palm, seeing him looking over, and raised his hand to wave to him with a smile—

"Yo, Yamamoto-kun."

Takeshi Yamamoto:? ? ? ? ?

What the fuck? !

The author has something to say: Add more success!Although it's past twelve o'clock...cough

Bai Lan: No idea!It's my mini white flower!

Takeshi Yamamoto:? ? ?what? ? ?

Qiao Xiaowen: ...

Fran: ...Hello, the task assigned by the master is over.

A certain master: ... Tsk.

27: zzzzzzz [Sleeping Beauty can't fall down] [bushi