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

There are two slightly injured mafia blatantly approaching Yanmao and preparing to attack, and a certain idiot really wants to flip the table when he lowers his head and rubs his hands with his hands-well, if there is a table, this idiot Are you courting death? !

Reluctantly leaving the melon to deal with the enemy in front of him, the prison temple quickly ran to Yanmao's side.Yanmao came back to his senses when he heard the scream, and turned his head to see the back of a prison temple, and the two enemies in front of him who were about to fight to the death.

『Those two people were going to attack me. 』Yanmao realized it, and then thought that Prison Temple must be very helpless looking at him in a daze and kept cursing himself, but he still rushed over to help him out, and couldn't help giggling.

Those two people were no match for the Chiyan Arrow, and Prison Temple dismissed the enemy disdainfully, and when he turned around, he saw the idiot smiling idiotically, facing Yan Mao Prison Temple who was in a trance, quickly gave a burst of chestnuts, thinking that this It is the most reasonable time.Lowering his head, he saw Yanmao covering his head with resentment and not daring to fight back, curling the corners of his mouth, but after seeing something, he frowned without a trace.

I think Yanmao is covering up something.

But that was what bothered him.

Prison Temple asked out of nowhere: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Yanmao still maintained his aggrieved expression, and replied sullenly, "It's just a little pain from being hit on the head."

Faced with Yanmao's intentional misinterpretation of his meaning and changing the subject, Prison Temple did not intend to delve into it.He was accidentally led by this idiot just now and didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation. Now people have gradually surrounded him, and Gua has obediently dealt with the man just now and returned to him, ready to go.

After spitting, Prison Temple impatiently aimed the arrow of red flame at those people, and began to deal with the swarm of ants.

The battle is over quickly. Fancy thought silently, "If you hadn't had sex with that woman just now, it would have ended faster. 』Unfortunately, he didn't dare to say this directly to the prison temple.

Everyone in Lanshou team breathed a sigh of relief, and they were all about to board the car and go back to Pengelie's headquarters, but they always felt that something was missing.

"Senior——" a familiar voice suddenly entered Yanmao's eardrums, and then he heard the strange oral habit of the owner of the voice, "Senior——, me is here—"

Prison Temple's expression was not very good-looking, "Why hasn't this phantom left yet?" 』

"Senior—" the voice persisted.

"?" Yanmao was taken aback for a moment, obviously not expecting a side plot, but this time he came back to his senses very quickly, and his voice sounded pleasant, "Fran?"

Prisoner's face became more and more gloomy, "Damn this idiot looks very happy. 』

Yanmao turned around, and saw the mint-eyed boy standing behind her expressionlessly wearing a frog hat.

Seeing Fran again made Yan Mao feel better, but only for a moment, because Yan Mao quickly thought of the follow-up development.

Oh mother, it is too horrible to be caught by Fran and returned to Valia to accept the punishment of the bastard boss.

"Prison Temple save me..."

Tsunayoshi is a healer

Yanmao pleaded for help from the prison temple pitifully: "The prison temple save me..."

Hearing the address Yanmao said, Prison Temple narrowed his eyes dangerously.

It's not Zhamaojun, it's not Yusijiang, it's not even Yusijun, it's Yusi, it sounds very intimate, but in fact it's just a common title, nothing special.

Sensing the aura of "don't get close to strangers" emanating from Prison Temple, everyone subconsciously took a step back. Issota and Fancy wisely chose not to ride in the same car as Prison Temple.Yanmao obediently followed Issota to squeeze into the next car, but soon caught the phrase "Where are you going, idiot", and then there was strength from the collar behind his neck, and then his feet left the ground Being thrown into the car in front, "Hey," she sighed, closed her eyes, and opened them again quickly. With a "bang", the car door was violently slammed by the person who came in afterward, and she let out a helpless "ah".

Yanmao knew that Prison Lord would not let her go, because every time Prison made strange faces, he was a punching bag, God knows how innocent he was.Seriously, I don't know which idiot always makes Prison Lord angry. ╮╭

The driver uncle drove the car tremblingly, not daring to breathe, the car was surprisingly quiet, quiet and suffocating.

"As expected, I'm the one to set the mood. 』

Yan Mao is a very resigned person, so he opened his mouth and tried to talk to the low pressure releaser beside him.

"Hey, Mr. Prison Temple."

"..."

"Maybe I really have to go back with Valya this time."

"..."

"Remember the dream I had when Godzilla grew into Xanxus and attacked Earth?"

"..."

"I don't know? I obviously told you."

"..."

"Actually, it's a precognitive dream."

"..."

Yanmao turned the table silently in his heart, "Fuck, you are talking, is it fun for me to be a clown by myself! 』

Calming down his mood, Yanmao said again: "Prison Temple Lord?"

Glancing at Yan Mao, Prison Temple miraculously said: "How long are you going to pretend."

Yanmao looked very strange: "...huh?"

"I said, how long are you going to pretend?"

Yanmao's calm expression showed signs of collapse: "What are you talking about, Lord Prison?"

It is rare for Prison Temple to repeat it patiently: "How long are you going to pretend?"

Yanmao continued to play dumb: "I don't understand meow, Mr. Prison Temple."

——What's the matter with that meow meow.

With his right hand resting on the edge of the window, propping his head, Prison Temple seemed to be looking out of the window casually, his green eyes were calm, and the previous sense of oppression gradually disappeared, but he was still asking repeatedly: "I'm thinking, are you still here?" You have to pretend until you are willing to stop.”

"..."

There was no voice to respond to the prison temple, Yanmao just looked at the prison temple, showing a self-deprecating smile, unconsciously curled up at one end of the seat, buried his head deeply in the crook of his arm, and after a long time Answered sullenly.

"Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing, Prison Master."

Prison Temple's answer was merciless: "It's better than an idiot."

Facing the prison temple, he always seems to be completely defeated.

Because everything cannot be hidden.

Yanmao kept her head buried in her arms and refused to lift it up. Even if the prison temple saw through her true thoughts, she still wanted to hide her self-deception, hiding her expressions and her emotions that would cause trouble .After being silent for a long time, Yanmao's muffled voice came again, and the prison temple let out a sigh of relief.

"Prison Temple Monarch."

"what."

"How did you feel when you killed someone for the first time..."

"Don't ask such weird questions, idiot."

"That's right, it's strange for the Mafia to ask such a question." After a pause, "Lucien committed suicide."

"kindness."

"...I didn't kill it."

"I know."

"you know."

"I know."

Yanmao smiled silently, trying to get rid of the bitterness spreading from the bottom of his heart from the smile.

Pengo Lie's headquarters arrived soon, Yanmao looked at the building in front of him, and suddenly felt a sour relief.

After hiding it for so long, it's finally time to tell everything.If it was before, she would tell Tsuna Ji about her previous world without worry, but now...

She had a trace of confusion, but no one wiped it away for her.

Walking into Gangji's office, Yanmao looked up and bumped into Gangji's honey-colored eyes——

Trust, tolerance, as usual, clear, pure, smiling, eyes.

Sniffing his nose to force back tears, Yanmao tried his best to maintain his usual expression, and said with a little smile: "I'm back, Rabbit Ji."

"I'm back, Rabbit Ji."

"En." Gang Ji raised a bright smile, "Welcome back."

The man smiled and said, "Welcome back"... Yanmao wanted to cry.

Yan Mao took a few steps and sat on the sofa in the chief's office. As soon as he sat down, the seat next to him collapsed. Turning his head, he saw Gang Ji with a harmless expression.

"Yanmao, what's the matter, are you afraid to see the enemy?"

"I'm still more afraid of Prison Temple."

"...If Yanmao is of the cloud attribute, it should be assigned to the cloud guard team."

"Are you referring to getting along with Skylark and Big Bird? Rabbit Ji, why don't you go and die."

"Heh, heh, actually, Skylark isn't that scary... well, he's actually really scary."

Tsuna Guitar knows everything... Even if he knows what happened just now, he doesn't ask.He just laughed and asked the usual questions.He just still treats Yanmao as the original Yanmao.As usual.

That's great.

Feeling the dryness of his eyes, Yanmao leaned down again, buried his head in the crook of his arms, covering his expression.

"Yanmao," she felt a pair of hands covering her head, gently and warmly, "what's wrong?"

Such a voice is always easy to make people feel at ease. Yanmao just kept silent for a while, and then obediently replied in a crying voice: "I'm crying, I can't let others see it."

With a chuckle, Gangji replied: "Okay, don't watch."

How nice it is to have a lot of people who pamper themselves.

Everyone heard a slight sob, and knew that it became intermittent and then slowly stopped, so they were relieved.

Yanmao didn't know why he wanted to cry, it was just that someone cared about him, it was just that someone said what he wanted to hear, it's obviously not a big deal...

But just want to cry.

Because no one has done it before.

People are always like this.If no one is with you, then the past will pass.but if