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

Some people are nice to themselves, and others are by their side, then they will like this feeling, they will gradually sink, they will become not like the previous self, they will not be able to control themselves, and they will want to pamper themselves.

Eyes will become red and swollen after crying - this is what Lusilia told Yan Mao, she felt that her face would become ugly, so she stubbornly didn't want to raise her head, and buried her head in the car like talking with Prison Temple Talk in the crook of your arm.

"Rabbit Ji, you and others will spoil me if you treat me so well."

"Haha, it doesn't matter, Yanmao, you are a child."

"...Mr. Wu, please don't interrupt casually. Rabbit Ji?"

"Just like what Yamamoto said, it's okay to spoil Yanmao, there's no harm in it."

"But I'll get used to it and then be reluctant."

"Then stay here forever."

"...What about Valya?"

"Okay, Yanmao." Gang Ji shook Yanmao's shoulder, "I'm very tired, so go back quickly."

"Send someone to see me off."

"it is good."

"Stop by to buy dog ​​food."

"it is good."

"...Damn it, I'm crying again."

"I really want to comfort Senior—"

"Fran, you just want to see me cry."

"I just want to photograph it and sell it to Sister Lu Si."

"You're a spoiler, Fran."

have a bee in one's bonnet

It was evening when I got home.

He locked the door and took off his shoes, and without even looking at the slippers, he slapped on the wooden floor in his socks and ran upstairs.Although he was very sorry for the milk potatoes and temple sauce that hadn't eaten dinner, Yanmao still didn't stop, and went straight into his room and threw himself on the big soft bed before settling down.

She is very tired and wants to sleep.

Eyes that have cried will be very sore, Yanmao got into the bright yellow and black quilt and arched, but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

The matter of Valia, the explanation of her identity, the box and the ring, all the things piled up made her already tired brain ache.

As soon as I close my eyes, the image of Lucien when he died will immediately appear in my mind.Round eyes, pale complexion, crazy smile, ferocious expression, and red and black blood gushing from his temples.

Keeping eyes closed, this terrifying face gradually demonized, turning blue-black and then purple-black, then pale and pale, and those round eyes slowly disappeared, turning into two black holes.His skin is gray and white, but his lips are so bright that they bleed. When he smiles, he grows very big, and his white fangs can be seen.The blood in the back of the head flowed more and more, and the blood flowed more and more, turning into a stream and then into a sea.Someone was wiping his blood. That person was a woman with full bangs and a single ponytail.The girl wiped and wiped until the blood drenched her.

Cursing in a low voice that he shouldn't watch ghost movies with Captain Bell, he turned over and Yanmao buried his head in the quilt, trying to isolate himself from his wild thoughts.But the gradually thinning air made her more unconscious but more awake.The messy hair covered her face, entangled inextricably, which disturbed Yanmao.Pulling back the quilt abruptly and sitting up, Yanmao felt a wet and cool patch on his face.He casually wiped away the tears of fear, used his hand as a comb to comb his hair, turned his head to look at the dark sky outside, thought to himself that calling Zha Maojun now would cause trouble, and put the phone back on the table.Take the ring off your finger, hold it in your hand and look carefully.

In fact, it's not interesting to watch too much, but she needs something to hinder her more and more perverted thinking.

He put the ring back on his finger again, and was silent for three seconds, when a purple flame burst out, Yanmao finally smiled.

Push the flame into the box, the box is opened, a silver needle floats out, and then doubled.

Waving his hand, Yan Mao was very helpless: "When will you copy until you stop..."

As soon as the words fell, the needles burning with purple flames stopped moving, and they all stopped obediently in mid-air.

"You are me." Yanmao lowered his head and played with the box, feeling a sense of satisfaction in his heart, "You belong to me only."

A sleepless night.It wasn't until the morning that Yanmao put the quilt under her body and fell asleep in a dazed exhaustion.

After about half an hour of sleep, the doorbell rang, and then the phone rang, which was simply persistent.

"I'm so annoyed with biting and biting—" Yanmao turned over impatiently and continued sleeping with the quilt in her arms.

10 minutes passed.

"That's why it's so annoying to bite and kill—" Yan Mao's expression became more and more smelly, and he turned over again and continued to put the quilt under him.

Another 10 minutes passed.

Scratching his hair, Yanmao sat up abruptly, cursing and saying something similar to "I've said it's annoying! Damn my mother just fell asleep, bastard!" While lighting a flame and releasing a silver needle, after giving instructions Fall asleep.

His eyes turned to Gangji and Yusi who had been waiting outside the door for nearly half an hour. Li Baoen said that he wanted to see Yanmao, so Gangji came to pick her up. Yanmao would be woken up when it rang, but it had no effect, so I had to send two people to ring the doorbell in turn. Finally, I heard a curse-like sound from the slightly open window of the bedroom on the second floor. I just thought "ah Ah, Yanmao finally got up" and saw something jumping out of the window.

Dozens of silver needles are lined up densely together, forming the six characters of "It's so noisy!!!", which is full of resentment and wrapped in purple flames makes it even more bitter and bitter.Gangji twitched the corner of his mouth and said silently, "That's not how box weapons are used." After hearing his own Lan Shou's angry sentence, "This idiot, I'll blow you up!" Very hard.

After sending the silver needle out, it was quiet for a few seconds, Yanmao curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, but soon heard "This idiot sees me blowing up you!" and "Prison Temple Lord! It's okay! Don't be impulsive!" He raised his hand and slapped himself on the face while hypnotizing himself, "This is an auditory hallucination, this is an auditory hallucination, this is an auditory hallucination..."

God, who will tell her that this is an auditory hallucination.

Why Mao, the tenth generation leader of Pengelie and the tenth generation Lan Shouhui were at the door of her house early in the morning——

Reluctantly standing up, Yanmao clearly knew the status gap between the two sides.

"It's really rebellious for the boss to stay in bed while visiting, so I should go for seppuku. 』

"I seemed to think of something strange just now.Forget it, no matter, anyway, my brain has been having intermittent and permanent convulsions. 』

I found a random piece of clothing to change into, even though the sneakers were a bit dirty, I still put them on.Facing himself in the mirror, he made a deadpan comparison, although he didn't know why he did it.After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I tangled with the yellow and blue ropes for a while, then chose the black one to tie them on, held a lollipop in my mouth, and went downstairs.Walking to the entrance, he looked down again to confirm that nothing happened and opened the door.

Bow, "Rabbit Ji, sorry for the long wait."

"No, it's okay." Gang Ji waved his hand quickly.Seeing Yanmao being so respectful, Prison Temple on the side couldn't give her a lecture, but he was even angrier when he saw her pretending to be pitiful with a lollipop in her mouth.

Raising her head, Yanmao looked up slightly at the two people who were much taller than her, waiting for them to speak.

"Yanmao, why don't you look energetic?" Gang Ji looked concerned.

"I couldn't sleep last night."

"Eh? Obviously very tired, isn't it?"

"...Rabbit Ji, do you dream that the person who died in front of you turned into a ghost to catch you?"

Gang Ji was taken aback for a moment, but didn't react right away. In fact, only prison temple could understand Yanmao's words among the people present.Frowning, Prison Temple knew that Yanmao was thinking wildly all by himself: "Don't think wildly, idiot."

"The problem is that my brain can't control the subconscious."

Looking down at his watch, Gangji realized that the time was already very late, and Bao En had been waiting for a long time, and he would be miserable soon, so he ignored the conversation between Yanmao and Prison Temple and urged: "In short, let's go quickly, Li Baoen is still waiting."

××××××××

Yanmao doesn't like the internal conference room very much.Here she admits that she is someone's meat cook, here she gets that maid job, and here she is about to reveal the fact that she is from another time and space.

Scanning the round table in the meeting room, almost all the members are present, even Kyoko, Xiaochun, Biyangqi, Futa, and Kurokawa Hana are also sitting there.

"Mr. Wu, what expression do you have, are you listening to a bedtime story?"Ribaun is already asleep, hey!Kusakabe-san, it's really okay if you don't use it.Brother Extreme, don't look at me with a serious face.Miss Xiaochun, you didn't hear what you said at all, only Hay, I heard everything.Ms. Jingzi, you really are the official partner of Rabbit Ji, you see you laugh, I want to cry again. Issota, you come even if you come because of Maudino. He, he, what is his expression? Why does everyone look very interested... I don’t want to pull me, don’t be a stranger...』

With a "pop", Li Baoen's snot bubble burst, and Gang Ji also sat down, looking at Yanmao with a smile.

Scratching his head helplessly, Yanmao sat down beside the prison temple, covered his mouth and yawned, wiped away the tears secreted from the corners of his eyes, cleared his throat, and took the posture of leading a meeting, with the expression of a villain begging for mercy , began the narrative.

Finalize Vongola Ball

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah, that's it."

After explaining his time-traveling history for the fifth time, Yanmao took a big gulp of water, drank it, and then glanced at everyone's reactions.

It's weird, but what about the strange eyes?

"Hay! Can Yanmaojiang really know magic?!"

Faced with Xiaochun’s question, Yanmao felt powerless: “So I come from a magical age ahhh Miss Xiaochun just arrived