Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

Strange noises could be heard from the empty and quiet underground garage from time to time, sparks occasionally lit up in the dark, and the clear and sharp movement of weapons clashed echoed in the garage and spread far away.

A total of five people planned to ambush here, and one of them, who seemed to be the leader, was entangled by Gojo Satoru. The young boy's petite body burst out with enormous strength, and he was even more willing to fight with fists than surgery. So much so that every time the man opposite him wanted to use the spell, he would be interrupted by the fist that hit the fatal point.

However, today's young master is young after all, and his strength and battle experience are often not as rich as these bounty men who are often struggling on the lifeline and earning rewards to make a living. After fighting for a while, they gradually fall to the bottom.

But as time passed, the talented young boy grew up rapidly in the fierce battle, and his movements and reactions were much more agile, so that after twenty minutes passed, the battle between the two was completely inconclusive.

On the other side, Yayoi Kojiro and the other four were probing each other not far away. Apart from interrupting the other party's attempt to help, the indifferent boy didn't even bother to move a little bit.

Feeling insulted, the four were furious. After looking at each other, they jumped back a few distances at the same time, scattered in all directions, and planned to break through from the opponent's dead corner to the back to help.

Their goal is only the child behind the other party. As long as they can take away or kill the other party, they can get a bounty, so there is no need to pester them too much.

Besides, this person is not easy to mess with, it doesn't matter if he has a special magic tool in his hand, and his weird skills can't even find a flaw, no matter where he hits from, the attack will be interrupted.

Seeing the two young teenagers have such skills and abilities as they are now, unspeakable resentment welled up in their hearts at the same time.

Genius is such a disgusting thing.

One of them retreated in front of a pillar not far away, leaning against the stone pillar with his back bent, his knees bent, and his hands quickly changing gestures.

Yayoi Kojiro watched her movements and raised her eyebrows, and noticed that the other people were standing in different positions, as if they were constructing some strange formation, and the gestures they made were similar but somewhat different, which made people Somewhat confused, he narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at the young boy not far behind him.

"Young master, it's time."

Gojo Satoru, who had become distraught, was concentrating on fighting the opponent, constantly absorbing the experience of the opponent, growing rapidly in the battle, and his clear and clear eyes were amazingly bright because of his concentration.

He frowned when he heard a familiar voice behind him, and looked at the man in front of him who had been punched back a few steps and was half-kneeling, clutching his stomach, and paused as he wanted to continue chasing him.

"I see." He responded indifferently, stepped lightly, stepped back to the car not far behind Yayoi Kamiyoi, sat on the roof and straightened his messy clothes, the corners of his mouth curled down in displeasure.

But before they went out, they agreed that if something happened, he could do it, but within the scope of ensuring safety, once the other party did something that might threaten his life, he would hand it over to his guards.

He looked unhappily at a few people who didn't know what they were doing, and then moved his eyes to the young man in front of him, pursing his mouth, thinking that this guy was too nervous.

Those people in the clan were timid when they fought, and they didn't feel happy at all. Even the martial arts teacher seemed afraid of hitting hard. He didn't know what he was thinking, as if his head had been kicked by a donkey.

Now I finally got a sandbag partner who can kill me, but I was interrupted, which is annoying.

Hearing the voice from behind, Yayoi Kojiro withdrew his gaze, looked at the few people who were about to take shape of the technique in front of him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.The wrist was reversed, turning the handle of the knife in his hand, and the slight cold light on the knife body became more and more obvious as the rotation speeded up, with a bit of blue.

After turning around a few times, the mild blue light exploded suddenly, and the few people who were caught off guard by the light closed their eyes reflexively, and then fell down without maintaining their balance as if their feet suddenly lost their support. Before he even had time to react, his consciousness sank into darkness.

A large shopping mall in the middle of the street suddenly shook violently, but it stopped for a few seconds. Residents and pedestrians who were accustomed to earthquakes were just surprised for a while, thinking that another earthquake happened nearby, but after waiting for a while, they found that there were no aftershocks. , and each did their own thing.

In the underground garage below the shopping mall, Gojo Satoru jumped from the roof of the car to a place farther away in a thick fog, frowned and shouted at the people in the distance, "Why are you making such a big noise? "

The dust that was suddenly aroused gradually dissipated. Yayoi Komdai waved away the dust in front of him, turned around, looked at the huge sunken hole at his feet, raised his eyebrows, and looked at his hand in surprise. A special magic tool that turns into a dagger.

How powerful is it?

Looking at the deep pit two or three meters high underground, Yayoi Komise couldn't help but touch her nose resentfully.

Originally, he just wanted to see the usefulness of the special-grade magic equipment, but he didn't expect that after injecting the magic power, he would create such a big hole at once... His eyes were a little wandering down, wondering how those people were doing just now.

You shouldn't be able to fall from such a height...

Yayoi Kojiro thought to himself, Gojo Gojo, who had not received a response, walked to the edge of the pothole with a face full of blackness, and jumped to the other side from the other side with great force, and then couldn't help questioning angrily: "I am Talking to you, are you deaf?!"

Yayoi Kodai avoided the hand that was slapped towards his arm, took a step back and stood still, glanced at the young master who was showing his emotions, and murmured in his heart: This little guy's emotions have changed really fast, just now he was just a little ice Block, now it becomes a small firecracker.

Difficult.

"Sorry." He said lightly, without any sincerity in it.

The young master, who was inexplicable, didn't respond at the moment, and stared at the other party's eyes with a strange expression on his eyebrows.

Yayoi Kojiro resisted the urge to yawn and glanced at the big hole at his feet, and couldn't help but pouted.He didn't expect to be so tired after running out of mana, and now he really wants to find a place where he can sleep well.

Thinking about it, he looked at the young man beside him, and said, "Young master, it's getting late, let's go back."

"..." After waiting for a while, Yayoi Komyo, who did not wait for the people around her to respond, shifted her sleepy gaze, and looked at her side with her eyelids slightly closed.

"Little master?"

The eyes covered with water vapor were foggy, like the morning sun in the morning light covered by the white mist in the forest, hazy but with a bit of charming light, embellishing the golden eyes extraordinarily gorgeous and magnificent.

"Enlightened?"

After hearing his name, Gojo Satoru seemed to be slapped suddenly from behind and jumped to the side, looking at the person in front of him who was looking at him with some doubts, and realized what he was thinking just now , his face suddenly turned red, and he pointed at the other party with a trembling finger, and couldn't help shouting angrily and stammeringly: "You... you... shameless guy!!"

What time is it, to be winking in broad daylight, shameless!

Yayoi Kojiro: "...?"

What is he doing again?

Yayoi Kojima blinked blankly, the mist in his eyes was squeezed out, and condensed into water droplets hanging on the eyelashes, precariously.Gojo Satoru's gaze was involuntarily attracted, his brows became more and more frowned, and his heart choked when he realized what he was doing.

Kojiro Yayoi didn't know what he was doing in such a mess, but noticed the scratches on the other person's face, frowned, searched in his pocket, found a handkerchief, took it out, folded it in his hand, and pinched the handkerchief under it , using the folded sharp corners to carefully help wipe the remaining blood not far below the other's eyelids, feeling a little worried.

Almost hurt my beautiful eyes.

The young master's facial features are very delicate, but for Yayoi Kamidai, what he likes most on the whole face is the pair of beautiful eyes with glazed brilliance, like natural gemstones faintly shining in the sun, clear and gorgeous , without any impurities.

Yayoi Kojiro's eyes were focused, and her movements were meticulous to help wipe the blood and dust off her face.The young boy who was stared at tightly clenched his fingers secretly.

This guy is...shameless!Why are you so close!

He glanced around at a loss, and the gaze on his face made him feel a little nervous for no reason. With his five keen senses, he could clearly hear the breathing of the other party, as if he was making a noise right next to his ear. Non-stop, annoying people.

Not knowing why he was so irritable, Gojo Satoru snatched the handkerchief from the opponent's hand, took a step back and turned sideways, took the handkerchief and wiped his face indiscriminately, and said in a foul tone: "Slow movement Swallow it like a snail, I will do it myself."

Yayoi Kojima blinked, put down her hand, said "oh" in a slow tone that fit the other person's heart, and then put her hand back into her pocket, looking cute and obedient, but Gojo Satoru was inexplicable Feeling a little choked, he stared at the other party for a few times, but didn't know what to say, so he could only hum in his heart a little depressed.

……

At the end of the day, I have almost visited the places that should be visited, and there is not enough time to go to other places. After leaving the underground garage, looking at the sky that has been dyed orange and red outside, Gojo Satoru pouted, and stepped on the ground. Turn and walk towards the station.

Yayoi Kojiro followed behind him, looking at the young master who had been making a fuss just now, and who hadn't paid much attention to him since he came out, was a little confused.

This is...how did he provoke him?

The bad thing about keeping cats is probably here. You never know what your cat owner is thinking, and you can't figure it out after guessing.

Yayoi Komodai rubbed her forehead, feeling a little sleepy, couldn't help but yawned, then put her hands in her pockets, and followed leisurely, not bothering to think about why the other party's mood turned bad again.

Anyway, it will be fine in a while.

It's just the daily life of the shit shovel officer.

……

When I got on the same return train, Yayoi Kojiro went to the last row and sat down as usual. The young boy who was making a fuss was also the same as before, and sat down in a different position. When he sat down, he made a cold snort through his nose .

Yayoi Komyo twitched the corners of her mouth, groped in the bag for a while, found the candies she bought, grabbed a few and handed them over.

Gojo Satoru looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, his expression paused slightly, the candy wrapped in gorgeous sugar paper was in stark contrast to the pink white palm, he couldn't help but look up at the people around him.

The man leaned against the car window and yawned lazily. The setting sun coming in from the window fell on him, and his indifferent eyebrows and eyes seemed to be repainted with a strong color. The unknown taste is like a small hook, slightly bent, waiting for the fish to bite the bait automatically.

... The guy who attracts the bees and attracts the butterflies!

Gojo Satoru muttered in his heart, moved his eyes awkwardly, leaned on the back of the chair with his arms folded, and hummed heavily to express his disdain.

After hearing the voice, Yayoi Komise moved her gaze, squinted to the side, noticed the silent refusal of the other party, raised her eyebrows, put her fingers together, put them back in her pocket, put the candy back and took out only one , peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth, then continued to look out the window with one hand propped on his cheek, the fruity and sweet taste that began to overflow in his mouth made him squint his eyes and hum a little in his heart Voice.

Forget it if you don’t eat, hum.

……

The drive from the city back to the clan area is still relatively long. The swaying tram from time to time and the slow speed of the car gradually made the young boy feel tired after walking around for a day. After a while, his eyelids began to fight up and down, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore. I fell asleep, and when the tram arrived at its destination, I was already in a deep sleep.

Kamdai Yayoi, who was stuck behind and couldn't get out, silently looked at the little guy who was sleeping soundly beside him, sighed helplessly, then carefully stepped over the opponent's legs, walked outside, and carried the person on her back On his back, he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.

Sure enough, he was still a child, he fell asleep when he was sleepy, and he was not vigilant at all.

He walked off the tram with the person on his back, not noticing that the eyes of the person behind him opened slightly, looking at the hair swaying in front of him with a little haze, sniffing the faint fragrance of the other person whose source he could not explain , with a more relaxed expression, he slowly closed his eyes.

This guy seems to be... wearing perfume again.

Gojo Satoru muttered in his heart, unable to bear the drowsiness and fell asleep again.

……

When I went down the mountain, I didn't think it was very far, but when I came back, Yayoi Komdai suddenly realized that the distance was a bit outrageous, isn't it?

He stood on the half-climbed steps, looking back at the dense and quiet jungle canopy below, his eyes were a little numb.

Evil rich people, why do they live in such a big place?

After complaining, he sighed somewhat appointed, folded his arms, and continued to climb up with the sleeping young master on his back.

After finally climbing the steps, he had just stood on the platform, and before he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the steward and some guards waiting in front of the clan gate, and he couldn't help but pause.

"Master Yakumo." He called the other party's name, and then watched the butler named Wujo Yakumo wave his arms with a serious face, and the guards behind him ran to him as if ordered, He took the young master behind him, held him carefully in his hands, and walked aside.

Steward Yakumo noticed the wound on the young master's lower eyelid and the messy clothes on his body, and looked at the guard chosen by the young master himself, his sharp eyebrows gradually frowned.

Yayoi Kojiro stood on the spot and let him look at him. He glanced at the young master who was being tightly guarded, and couldn't help curling his lips in his heart.

"March." Steward Yakumo walked up to Yayoi Komidai with heavy footsteps and a bit of majesty, the brows on his serious face were almost wrinkled together, forming small creases in the middle.

He looked down at the selected person condescendingly, but the emotion in his eyes was like looking at some garbage that could be seen everywhere, dismissive.

He waved his hand and asked the guards to send the young master back to the room. When there were only the two of them left on the platform, Steward Yakumo raised his hand and slapped the young man on the cheek.

"Snapped--"

The crisp sound of slaps spread across the open space.

Yayoi Komdai, who didn't expect him to do it suddenly, paused, his eyes were cold, he turned his head and looked up at the burly man in front of him.

Steward Yakumo said indifferently, "Pay attention to your identity."

"Go down and get the punishment yourself."

"During the time of receiving the punishment, I hope you will reflect on yourself, why the young master was injured, but you, as a guard, never even messed up the hem of your clothes."

"Do your job well, and more." Steward Yakumo lowered his eyes, put down his hands, and finally set his sights on Yayoi Kojiro, but said in a very cold tone: "Don't think that the young master is younger than you. You can act recklessly, what to do, what not to do, you better know what to do."

"It's not a good thing to put your own position in the right place. It's not a good thing to be too big."

Steward Yakumo opened his legs, turned sideways, and said in a cold tone: "Also, a lord asked me to remind you that in the clan, if a servant wants to disappear, it's just the big shots moving their lips up and down. effort."

"Luck will not always favor you. The young master is too young to understand the dangers of the world. Unfortunately, not everyone in the clan is a young master."

"Think about what you should do."

After Manager Yakumo finished speaking, without waiting for any reaction from Yayoi Kodai, he turned his feet and walked unhurriedly towards the huge clan gate.

After hearing those warning words, Yayoi Kojiro stood in place, looked at the back of the steward, slowly raised his head, looked at the majestic and magnificent building hidden in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, and sighed slowly.

so troublesome.

Why does the strategy game have to come in with all these useless things, and the planner is sick?

He touched his stinging cheeks, narrowed his eyes, sneered in his heart, and then slowly walked towards the tribe that looked like a huge beast lying in a mountain stream, and slowly approached the huge mouth of the giant beast full of fangs. Then, step firmly and forcefully across the gate.

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The next day, Gojo Satoru, who had slept until dawn, woke up leisurely on the bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by a figure kneeling not far from his bed. He got up suddenly from the bed, waiting to see clearly Who was that? The vigilant expression suddenly became a little depressed, and he muttered: "Are you trying to scare someone to death in the early morning?"

He rubbed his eyes, glanced at the sky that seemed to have just brightened outside the window, paused, turned his head slowly, looked at the boy kneeling in front of the bed, turned his head again to look out the window, and went back and forth several times Once, the remaining sleepiness was swept away, and he stared at the other party with wide eyes in disbelief.

"You are so early today?!"

The sun didn't rise from the west today, did it?The sleepy man got up so early and ran to him?

"...Master, do you need to wash up?" Yayoi Komodai lowered his eyes, knelt on the ground, automatically skipped the other party's words, and said in a more respectful tone, but his voice sounded a little weak.

The same tone as the others made Gojo Satoru paused, sitting on the bed with a frown and condescendingly looking down at this lazy and moderate guy.

The other party kept his head down, and couldn't see his expression clearly, but his originally fair chin seemed to be whiter, and he couldn't see any blood color. It was as pale as a piece of white paper, but his mouth was much redder than usual, and the teeth marks on his lower lip It seemed to be bitten out by myself, with scabs on it, which looked a little obvious.

Why is this guy biting himself?

Gojo Satoru muttered in his heart, noticing the slightly trembling shoulders of the other party, his frown became tighter, he seemed to realize something suddenly, lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, walked to the other party, bent down and sniffed, as expected There was a smell of ointment.

"Are you injured?" The young man's clear and immature voice sank a little.They were fine when they came back, and they were so badly injured when they woke up that they knew what was going on without thinking about it.

He was tortured.

Gojo Satoru's face became ugly, and he looked at the silent person on the ground with deep eyes.

"What's going on?" he asked.

The black-haired boy in sight pursed his lower lip, still lowered his head and said in a weak tone: "It's because the subordinates didn't protect the young master well, and the master in charge just followed the routine."

"Yakumo?"

Gojo Satoru frowned, remembering the rigid steward who always nagged in his ear endlessly, reminding him to pay attention to etiquette, he snorted irritably, but from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the top of the other's cheeks, which seemed to be a little flushed, which was unavoidable. Asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with your face?"

Then I saw that person raised his hand to cover his cheek like a conditioned reflex, and said in a flat tone while leaning to one side. "nothing."

"Master, it's time for you to wash up."

The alienated and respectful tone does not contain a bit of the usual slack, but it carries a certain familiar intimacy, as if conscientiously playing the role of a guard.

The expression on the young master's face suddenly disappeared, his jaw was tense, and with a cold face, he tore off the opponent's hand with undeniable force, and then saw the red, swollen and glaring palm prints on his pale face, fingers Tighten it up.

Gojo Wujo stared at the bright red on his face in obscurity, moved his mouth, and finally let go of his hand without saying a word, walked to the locker on the side, opened the drawer to search, and finally found out Take out the ointment that has not been used much, and return to the previous position with the things.

Yayoi Kojiro watched him walk in front of her with something, and tilted his head when the other party took out a little ointment from the box and stretched out his hand in front of her, and said coldly: "Young master, this is not suitable."

"Shut up." Gojo Satoru laughed angrily at him.Identity, why didn't I see this guy care about identity before, but now he cares?Still don't call or listen?

But his people don't need other people's help to train them. Those old things that have nothing to do all day, with such long arms, are not afraid of him chopping them up.

There was a coldness in the clear blue eyes, Gojo Satoru looked at the person in front of him, and said in a cold tone: "What I say is an order, now shut up, take the medicine, and try again."

Yayoi Komichi pursed her lower lip, and stayed where she was a little bit unwillingly. She lowered her eyes and saw the finger that was lightly applying the ointment on her cheek. She smelled the strong fragrance of the medicine in her nose, and her golden eyes gleamed with danger. streamer.

The author has something to say: Do you want to guess who that adult is and what he wants to do?

Brother Sheng: Guess what, the others are gone :)

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...?Why, when I woke up, there were two more long comments? ?The nutrient solution is coming soon, and the mine is half over, what do you want to do? ?

I will never be in debt! (unconscious)

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Qiqiu in the ancient city;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Luo Guilan and Di 1;