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Green Clan

Seeing this newcomer who was chatting happily with their king, Gojo Sukuna let out a soft snort, crossed his arms and turned his head to one side.

There is a sudden warm touch on the top of the head.

"Is Sukuna jealous?"

"Who...who is jealous! Uncle, don't talk nonsense!"

He struggled under the man's hands like a kitten whose tail was stepped on.

The young man's gesture will only make the grown-up feel more cute. Feng Sheng retracted his hand and smiled, stroked the back of his head with one hand, and put the other hand on the cross on his chest.

After a while, he calmed down, smoothed his messy hair again, and Gojo Sukuna focused his peripheral vision on the young man in the plush hat.

I don't know why, but from the very first time I saw this person, I had a feeling that I didn't want to get close to him. Even if I got closer, I would feel hairy all over my body.

This is probably the gut-like thing called a beast - definitely not because this alien broke his E-to-J upgrade record.

As if sensing his gaze, the young man turned his head and smiled at him.

When their eyes collided, Gojo Sukuna felt that every hair and even hair stood on end, and he took a step back unconsciously.

"Bored, I'm going out."

With a light tut, the boy picked up the weapon that was put aside, and his back seemed to be running away.

The movement here was noticed by their king, Bishui Liu looked puzzled, and asked the most reliable adult in the room, "Uncle, what's wrong with Sukuna?"

The tone is very natural.

Sitting cross-legged by the tea table, Feng Shengwu opened a can of beer that was left after the welcome party, "It's nothing, this kid should still be a little uncomfortable with his new companion."

Although he said this, the middle-aged man's eyes were on Fyodor, as if he had some deep meaning.

His tone was casual.

"Don't let me find out that you are bullying my child, Mice." After that, the man returned to his unserious appearance, and laughed, as if he was just joking just now.

Suspected to be targeted by members of the Green Clan, Fyodor didn't care at all.There is still a smile on his face, making it hard to see what he really thinks.

The King - was much more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

Even though there are two memories in my mind, the cognition of the king and the clan——is not completed until the real contact.

Even though he knew that he had another purpose, the founder of jungle, Bishui Liu, still accepted him as a member of the clan—it seemed that he was absolutely confident that he would not be betrayed.Or rather—certainly he couldn't hurt him and his clan even if he had other intentions.

How... arrogant...

but...

Lowering his eyelids, the corners of Fyodor's mouth curled up—this arrogance just facilitated his next plan.

"Mice, the Homra Bar is the territory of the Red Clan. Posting such a mission...do you have any problems with them?" To a certain extent, the usually very natural one is very sensitive than the current.

The king’s intuition——as kings, both body and intelligence are strengthened to the optimal state by the slate, and the connection between the king and the slate makes them have extraordinary perception and observation ability for this seemingly intangible thing .

"And...Mice, even if you became a member of J-class, you didn't accept my power, you just simply obtained points and exchanged them through the terminal."

"Such a thing, even the most ordinary E-rank members can do it."

Posting a quest with only 10pt seems like a prank.

Turning his eyes away from the jungle interface, Bishuiliu looked directly at the foreign youth with sharp eyes, "Why did you come to me? Fyodor."

With his overwhelming intellect, this man has used the rules of the jungle to become a J-class member—but not his clan.

Oshogami Zi, who was leaning on the sofa, opened her eyes, and her hand was already holding the handle of the knife placed aside.The extreme beauty he saw from his king did not allow anyone to destroy it.

Fyodor was not affected by the king's questioning, unhurriedly, still at his own pace, he gave a low laugh.

"You are too nervous, Your Excellency the Green King." Standing up, Fyodor looked at the young man with a smile spreading to the corner of his mouth, "I am very interested in your jungle, but I feel that there are some shortcomings in it, so I come to In front of you."

In the eyes of the devil, the white-haired young man who looks like a boy stands on a dividing line-reality and illusion, order and chaos.

And his deepest desire is for change.

"The jungle now binds you."

Knowing the essence of being king, Fyodor no longer concealed part of his purpose.

"What you long for is obviously a more interesting game, a more interesting world—isn't it?"

The pupils of the white-haired youth shrank slightly.

Looking down from the heights, the demon clearly saw that the shackles that had been bound to the king had cracks—it was already crumbling.

He wanted to pour strong wine on the flames, bring a carnival to the world, and then—break and stand.

Green King Bishuiliu is his chosen pawn.

"boom--!"

A sudden gunshot sounded from behind, and the silver bullets grazed the foreign youth's ears, and sank vertically into the wall.

Fyodor's eyes widened slightly, and then he turned around slowly.

"Well... sorry, I haven't tried it for a long time, and I'm a little rusty." Feng Shengwu held the pistol that was still smoking from the muzzle of the gun with one hand, and the corner of his mouth opened, as if there was no malice at all.

"Uncle, my marksmanship is not bad, I shouldn't be accidentally injured, I'm really sorry..."

The familiar force brought Bi Shui Liu back to his senses, "Uncle..."

"You're not scared, Liu." The middle-aged man smiled and comforted his child.

Shaking his head slightly, the white-haired young man leaned his back on the seat again, completely breaking away from the strange atmosphere specially created by this foreign youth.

After being silent for a while, looking at Feng Shengwu who was still sitting on the ground holding the wine jar with one hand, the smile on Fyodor's mouth did not disappear, but his eyes implied excitement.

Such power...

This is—another king...

Originally, I thought that I could only get in touch with one king when I came to the jungle-this seemingly ordinary uncle was another surprise.

and...

Smiling at the man, Fyodor turned his head slightly to look at him, his black hair falling from his ears.

He had found the key—the key to unleash the full power of change.

The elegant Bach repertoire suddenly sounded, and the sound came from the terminal of the devil.

The sudden sound of music broke the tense atmosphere in the room. The foreign youth sighed helplessly, took out the terminal and pressed the answer button, "Mr. Aihara."

In the Homra bar, Kiyoshi Aihara was holding the terminal, rubbing the wall of the tall open wine glass with his fingertips, the young man's face was reflected in the little blue transparent wine left.

"Feja..."

Aihara Kiyoshi withdrew his hand, took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and put them on the table, and gently pressed Yamane with his index finger and thumb, "Don't mess around."

The young teacher is well aware that even a basic cooperation, that is, a unity of purpose, is achieved.

It is also impossible for Fyodor to follow the original plan completely-after all, in the eyes of the devil, such methods are too mild.

"Well, it seems that this task has been taken over by you." At the moment of cooperation, Fyodor knew clearly - he and Aihara Kiyoshi would definitely have differences.

After all - this is a 'kind' person recognized by universal values, always thinking of achieving his goals with the least sacrifice, or even zero sacrifice.

It was the same with Kise Ryota that time, he knew that Aihara Kiyoshi would choose to protect that boy because of his own principles, so he designed that text message carnival.

As long as the goal is achieved-to make the curse spirit with the space domain more powerful, and the feeling of jealousy is the first choice.

The easiest to learn, but also has an extremely powerful power.

"Cooperating with you is my top priority, Mr. Aihara." Smiling, Fyodor seemed to have no intention of hiding his identity from members of the Green Clan, "What are you worried about?"

"Cooperation has many meanings, including active and forced forms." Picking up the wine glass and downing the light-colored liquor, the black-haired young man put his glasses back on, "And I hope it's the former, Fei Jia."

"Really..." Smiling, he closed his eyes and opened them again. Under the green light, his purplish-red pupils looked even colder, showing an ice-blue color, "I also hope it's the former, Mr. Aihara. "

After hanging up the terminal, Kiyoshi Aihara put down his glass and planned to leave with a blank expression on his face.

Some hasty footsteps came from behind, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes, and then slowly let go.

The young teacher turned around and found that it was the little girl with white hair and red pupils.Seemingly feeling that this child resembled Tachibana, Aihara Kiyoshi squatted down and asked with a smile.

"what happened?"

All eyes in the bar were on them.

"That person...mess...stay away..."

Anna's eyes seemed to penetrate him somewhere unknown, and her voice was a little ethereal.

Immediately, the white-haired girl fell forward and lost consciousness.

Aihara Kiyoshi caught her firmly.

The wind chime at the door rang again, and the door of the bar was pushed open.

The person who came was holding a baseball bat, with a turban on his brownish-orange hair, and a skateboard on his feet.Behind him was a young man with blond hair and a somewhat fat body.

There was an unpleasant aura all over his body.

A hooded youth strode up to him.

"Hey! What did you do to Anna?!"