I'm not a bomb, so please don't throw me out

Did it fall!What are you, what are you doing? !You, you, don't move me to your face!Fuck, if I kiss you, I'll die from lack of oxygen! ! 』

Yanmao stood on Lantu's palm, looked at the two-story building below him, and wanted to cry.

"Zhimao-jun, Yusi-jun,--Jusi! If I jump off, will you catch me~!" Yanmao cried pitifully.

"What's this woman's name up there?" Prison Temple asked Fancy with a strange expression.

"..." Yanmao had no idea.

3 minute later.

"I'm saved..." Yanmao sat on the ground, panting heavily, and said vaguely.

"Hmph, it's really useless." Fancy put Lantu back in the box with a look of disdain.

"Yanmao, what's the matter with this dog..." Prison Temple's voice sounded weak.

"Huh?" Yanmao turned his head slightly, and saw a Chihuahua he had brought looking at Gua, with fierce eyes and a low growl from his throat.One side half-closed its eyes and ignored it. After a while, it opened its mouth and yawned. After a while...uh, it turned into a cat.

The situation changed slightly.Chihuahua still stared at Gua, growling "Woooo", Gua also stared at Chihuahua, the hair all over his body stood up nervously.

"Sijiang, come here, eat meat." Yanmao said helplessly, and while calling the Chihuahua's name, he hooked his fingers at it, picked up the potato, and shook it.

"Fuck me, the meat on Bengong's body is not for eating!" the potato pig yelled.

"Who cares about you." Yanmao gave Tudou a look.

"..."

"Oh, what is this sudden oppressive feeling..." Yanmao had goosebumps all over his body.

"Idiot, explain the name of this dog." The voice of the prison temple trying to suppress the discomfort came from above Yanmao's head.

"Don't get me wrong, the temple is the temple of the prison temple sauce, not the temple of the prison temple." Yanmao explained fluently.

"There is no difference!!" Prison Temple raised his hand three times.

"Nohara Shinnosuke, I understand you. 』Yanmao thought while touching his head.

"Hey, woman, what's the name of this pig?" Fancy asked.

Yanmao looked at Habi's Potato, who fell into the abyss of love with Papaya and never returned. He ignored Fancy's smiling expression when he saw the three superimposed bags on his head, and replied, "It's called Potato."

"What kind of stupid name is that?" Prison Temple asked while putting the melon back in the box.

"Because the potatoes ran away from home as did the haunches of the potatoes."

Fancy twitched the corner of her mouth: "You mean, there is a group of waists living in a distant grassland?"

"Almost." Yanmao nodded.

"What's the name of this dog that's as lazy as you?" Guisi asked, pointing to the black-and-white shepherd puppy that had been lying on the ground without moving.

"Remove the words "as lazy as you" and I'll answer you again, Prisoner. ……………………………… Then, put your hand back, it’s called milk. "

"……why?"

"Don't you think its black and white hair looks like a cow?"

"Idiot, in fact, your brain is filled with soda."

"You mean the kind that bubbles?"

Silence for three seconds.

"Prison Temple Monarch."

"what!"

"Just now, when I first saw you, I seemed to see a skeleton wrapped around your hand, probably the upper body of a ghost. I suggest you go to the shrine to draw a lottery."

"Idiot!! It's not the upper body of a ghost!!" Prison Temple yelled, and then added a chestnut, "It's the arrow of the red flame!"

"It turned out to be a ghost with a strange name."

"..." Prison temple Fu forehead, who will drag her away for me!

"Hey, woman, where did you get your money from?" Fancy suddenly thought of this question, and Prison Temple cast a puzzled look after hearing this.

"Mr. Wu paid for it for me." Yanmao replied obediently as he dragged the potato back from the papaya desperately.

"You went to buy it together?" Prison Temple's eyes showed a hint of danger.

Sensing the change in Prison Temple, Yanmao nodded quickly.

"Why are you so moody?Mr. Prison Temple, you...menopausal? 』

Standing up abruptly, Prison Temple walked out of the training room with a stinky face.

"En?" Yanmao and Fancy glanced at each other with strange expressions.

law of the weak

Yanmao spread her hands, she doesn't know the reason why Mr. Fried Hair with menopausal syndrome is angry.

It doesn't matter if you don't know the reason, as long as you know that he is angry, this is the first rule of survival for the weak.

"Yan cat."

Nuo Nuo's soft voice came from the lower right, and Yanmao shuddered.

"Yo, Master Li Baoen." Yanmao said hello.

Trying hard to please those who kill people without blinking an eye, this is the second rule of survival of the weak.

Hearing this name, Bourne raised his mouth, and stretched out his hand to the black orange forged hat, and Leon climbed onto his hand. As the color of the shape memory lizard became grotesque, the pistol form appeared.

"Yanmao will do anything for Master Li Baoen." Yanmao immediately said seriously.

"Cut, it's useless." Fancy curled her lips, and fled the training room in a sensible manner after seeing Li Baoen's urge to shift targets.

Look for the right time to escape, this is the third rule of survival of the weak.

Seeing someone who quickly disappeared with some animals, Yanmao twitched the corners of his mouth, and cast two contemptuous glances full of understanding.

"If I'm alone with you, it's better to throw me at the furious prison temple. 』

(It seems that Bourne can't read minds, and everyone will automatically ignore the plot about him that he can read minds written before. It's too much trouble to change anything~)

Looking at Yanmao's expression, Li Baoen also guessed what Yanmao was thinking, and spoke again, with a more lovely and invincible voice: "Well, if you want to go to the prison temple, I can help you."

"Oh, when did I say that I wanted to go to the prison temple? Hey. 』

This is the fourth rule of survival of the weak.

"Thank you so much, Master Ribon."

"Hmph," Li Baoen sneered, his eyes were deep and endless, he raised his head slightly, showing a subtle sinister smile at Yanmao, "Then, go to the Prison Temple to train."

"It's so cruel. ’ Yanmao spat in his heart. "Forcing myself to hit the gun. 』

"He didn't seem very happy when he saw Prison Temple just now."

"I don't know the reason for the bombardment, Mr. Li Baoen."

"Stupid cat, what were you talking about before?"

"I'm talking about Mr. Wu and I going to buy potatoes together." This sentence is ambiguous!

"Yamamoto..." Li Baoen pressed the brim of his hat, and his smile became more and more strange, "Hmph, prison temple..."

~

Standing at the gate of the prison temple office, Yan Mao had mixed feelings in his heart.

Legend has it that a low-pressure layer with a concentration of 89% suddenly appeared around Lanshou, and the range of influence exceeded the longest range of the Red Flame Arrow.

Legend has it that even Fancy refused to enter Lanshou's office on the grounds that she was very tired after training.

According to legend, No.1 victim Yan Maosan died innocently 10 minutes later.

"What is the third legend..." Yanmao couldn't help shivering.

He politely knocked on the door three times, and Yanmao waited nervously at the door for the prison temple's response, such as "Get out!" or "No see!" and so on.

"Come in." Prison Temple's answer was short and powerful.

Yanmao, whose hope was in vain, could only struggle to spit out two words, "Damn it"

Press the door handle, and the door is instantly opened.Stepping into the office, when Yan Mao stepped on the pair of white sneakers with red laces on the smoky gray wool carpet, she suddenly thought of the days when she came into the office every morning to ask Xanxus what he had for breakfast.

Well, well, scary...

"What's the matter?" Gui Si asked without raising his head, his head buried in the piles of documents on his desk.

"It is indeed a very uncomfortable tone. 』Yanmao confirmed.

"Prison Temple Monarch..." Yanmao said timidly.

Don't carelessly show weakness in front of the strong, this is the fifth rule of survival of the weak.

Hearing Yanmao's voice, Prison Temple slowly raised his head, motioning for her to continue.

"It is indeed a look of displeasure. 』Yanmao confirmed again.

"Ribbon said..."

"I will arrange the training." Prison Temple snatched the white, and then lowered his head to continue reading the materials. Liuyan Mao stood alone in the huge office.

"It is indeed the unhappy Prisoner-kun. 』Yanmao finally confirmed.

Suddenly, the phone on the prison temple's desk rang.Prison Temple glanced at Yanmao, and directly pressed the speakerphone.

There was a deep male voice on the phone: "Captain, it's Lord Yushou."

Yanmao clearly felt the sudden strengthening of the low air pressure, and swallowed subconsciously.

"Ask him what's the matter."

After a while, the person on the other end of the phone began to report again: "Master Yu Shou said that he brought the leader's words."

"Tell him to come directly to the office." Prison Temple gave the order.

"I, I, I'd better go first." Yan Mao secretly raised his middle finger to himself who was stammering nervously.

Seeing the slight nod of the prison temple, Yan Mao made a happy comparison in his heart, and rushed out of the office quickly.

A few minutes later, Yamamoto appeared at the door of the office, carrying a bag of things in his hand.

"Yo, Prison Temple!"

Facing Yamamoto's warm greeting, Kikuji just nodded stiffly.

"Juji, is Yanmao with you?" Yamamoto slammed into the muzzle of the gun with a smile on his face.

"Just left." Prison Temple could feel the gnashing of teeth in his words.

"Is that so, what a pity, just now Bao En told me that she was here, so she brought these." Yamamoto said with a slightly regretful expression, shaking the plastic bag in his hand.

Casting a puzzled look, Gokuji looked at the bag in Yamamoto's hand