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

"Why do you become a make-up artist when a sniper is injured?" Yanmao asked, but without waiting for Jingzi to answer, she continued, "Forget it, there is nothing to worry about this kind of problem."

It's one o'clock in the afternoon, and Yanmao, who hadn't eaten breakfast, looked at Jingzi beggingly and asked, "Can I have lunch?"

"No way." Kyoko refused with a smile, "The belly will protrude."

"Will not."

"Be patient and it will pass, Yanmaojiang."

"It's not about having a baby."

Gangji and Yuji, who had just entered the dressing room, heard Yanmao's reply at the first sentence. They were taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help thinking about what the women, Jingzi, Yanmao, etc., were talking about when they were alone.

In front of Yanmao, her black hair was draped down and formed into a smooth arc under her shoulders.Three-tenths of the original bangs were trimmed off. Although the bangs were three to seven points from the oblique bangs, they were still straight and broken.Yan Mao's eyelashes are very dense, but not long. The violent makeup artist put on her eyelashes that are not particularly exaggerated in length. There is no glitter or rhinestones, and they are black and curled.The cheeks are light pink and moisturized, making her complexion rosy.Yanmao's lip gloss is a warm pink tone, bright and unobtrusive but very gentle.

Generally speaking, there is not much change, but there are differences in the subtleties. Some of Yanmao's usual straight and simple, but a little more charming.

Gangji looked at Jingzi appreciatively, then turned his gaze back to Yan Mao, and said, "Yan Mao has really grown up."

"Don't make it sound like I came out of your stomach."

Alright alright Prisoner admitted that he was a little stunned, but only a little, really only a little.

The dance party is scheduled to start at [-]:[-] in the evening, so Yan Mao has at least six hours to spend in hunger, and she is writhing in pain—of course, in her heart, if she really does it in real life The act of rolling, she wasn't sure if Kyoko would suddenly turn into a death mode like Tsunayoshi.

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Seven o'clock in the evening.

Tsunaji and all the guardians, except of course Yunshou, and a group of women and Futa, Spana, etc. have already stayed in the hall to receive guests, because in fact, many VIPs who were invited to the banquet have come .

"Why do I belong to the "group of women" ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ’ Yanmao sighed in frustration.

"Don't act like this." The prison temple standing next to Yanmao reminded him aloud, Yanmao was a little surprised to find that the prison temple didn't even move his lips, and kept talking to the mafia leader in front of him with his original expression.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's amazing. 』Yanmao perked up slightly, sighing silently.

Three seconds later, Yanmao realized that it was a waste to cheer up so early, because the next thing was a bit complicated.

"Hey——!!!!!! Yanmao!! Let me die!!!"

“Trash and noisy.”

"Hehehe, the ninth generation of Peng Gelie is directly under the assassination team..."

"Senior Yanmao—"

"Dead frogs don't interrupt the prince."

"Ah, it hurts—"

"Ah, Yanmaojiang~. I haven't seen you for so long. I miss you so much~"

What an impotent approach.Yanmao spread her hands.

Everyone who was already present, such as Takeout Tsunayoshi, Gokuji, Yamamoto, and so on, all gathered their eyes and focused on this thin girl.

The mission completion rate is 90%, but only missions that are guaranteed to be completed, the combat ability is different from ordinary people, and more importantly, the Valya who has not attended the banquet for ten thousand years, is now all present.

There was no fear on Yanmao's expression, she looked up at Xanxus with a stinky face and greeted easily: "Yo, Boss, you are really here."

Tsunaki thought worriedly, "Is it really okay for Yanmao to react like this?"I've never seen anyone talk to Xanxus in such a tone, ah, of course that doesn't count as that of Scuvaro. 』

Xanxus stared at Yanmao fixedly, and the audience was silent for a moment, Yanmao could even hear Xanxus' deep bass echoing in the huge hall, he opened his mouth and said, "Hey, rubbish..."

Yanmao hurriedly interrupted: "That, that, that, I just want to die and leave a whole body, please don't use the flames of anger or something. The scorched death is too ugly, and the petrified death of your box weapon is even worse. Reject it, just give me a glass of Bai Ling Sanchi Poisoned Wine... Ah no, Boss, I don't want to die yet."

Xanxus' expression became even more gloomy: "Trash,..."

Yanmao hurriedly interrupted again: "That, that, that, I know that I must die. Before you destroy me, I hope you will think clearly that people cannot be resurrected after death. If I die, there will be no second person who can make the same taste. The meat is ready... Ah, and of course no one else will stop you from having prince oysters in the morning."

Bell really wanted to interject and ask Yanmao Prince what oysters are, but he gave up temporarily because the timing was wrong.

Tsuna looked at Xanxus, and suddenly found that Xanxus seemed to be really angry.

Xanxus was full of hostility, he spoke for the third time, his voice suppressed anger: "Trash,..."

Yanmao wanted to speak again, but changed his mind immediately after seeing the pistol in Xanxus's hand aiming at the pistol that he might have already loaded: "That, that, that, that, I just don't want to interrupt you, please put the gun down."

"Trash, if you interrupt me next time," Xanxus looked at the begging Yanmao warningly, aimed at Yanmao and pulled the trigger signally, but no flames sprayed out from inside.

Yanmao breathed a sigh of relief.Tsuna was also relieved, but he soon realized that since there was no flame reload in the gun, it meant that Xanxus didn't want to kill Yanmao at all in the first place, that is to say, he chose meat.

What a happy ending.Tsunade thought happily.

Of course, after seeing the expression on the prison temple, Tsuna gave a slight discount to this consummation.

『The bastard boss is finally over. 』Yanmao completely relaxed.

"Hey--!!"

"Okay, okay, I forgot about the tough long-haired combat captain. 』Yanmao had to tense his nerves again to deal with Skuvalo, who was furious when he saw himself running away.

"Skuwaro-sama, I'm really sorry for causing Valia and you all kinds of unnecessary troubles due to my willfulness."

『Speaking of which, what is the title of "Skuwaro-sama"? 』

Before Skuvalo could say anything, Yanmao bowed deeply consciously, and poured out all the words of apology that he was going to say to Xanxus to Skuvalo.

Scuvaro made a furious expression and wanted to slam his sword and curse, but he looked at the man who had been bowing and didn't plan to get up before holding back a sentence: "Stop talking for me!"

"Ahaha, the long-haired combat captain has also passed this level. 』

Yanmao raised his waist and stood up straight. Before he could be reprimanded by Skuvalo, he heard a long-lost voice and mantra: "Hee hee hee, next is the prince."

"Whoa, whoa, I hope my reflexes haven't forgotten how to react. 』When Yanmao saw Bell holding three small knives in his left index finger, he closed his eyes and opened them quickly, becoming vigilant.

"I hope he flies with three knives at the same time. If he only needs to hide once, he has a better chance of surviving." 』Yanmao stretched his ankle.

"Sure enough, the bastard Boss has a conscience and finds out that if he stops this prince's attack, it will be more hopeful that he will escape unscathed... Forget it, it is completely impossible. Yanmao lowered her head and curled her lips, and subconsciously took a few steps back to the right in the second second. For her, the thin six-centimeter high-heeled shoes were very uncomfortable compared to sneakers, and she staggered a few steps, thanks to the prison temple. Catch it without falling down.

"I dodged again... Amen. 』Yanmao clasped his palms together in prayer.

"Senior Yanmao, if the senior doesn't come back, we will become like this."

Facing Fran's face with thin cheeks, eyeballs, protruding teeth, and a miserable smile, Yanmao was slightly taken aback, but then reacted immediately, and said in a flat voice: "Don't use illusions casually in this kind of place. Ah, Pineapple Head will cry."

"Senior, I think it's safer to call Master Master Pineapple Head."

"I have a deep understanding of this."

Once the novelty wears off, the guests who were originally surrounded by Yanmao gradually dispersed, and more people drank and ate desserts, chatted or sat alone in a corner. Oh, the old man who was looking for the perfect son-in-law and the beautiful woman who was looking for the perfect husband. Began to move around.

Drunken Vengley Ball

Sitting on the big leather-colored sofa, in fact, few people sit still at this kind of dance, so Yanmao is the only one eating yellow peach pie on the whole big sofa.Prison Temple stood not far away, surrounded by Italian women with big breasts and hips, and Yamamoto on the other side complemented each other.

"The life of a big stallion is really good." Yanmao concluded while eating a mouthful of pie.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around Yanmao and put it on her left shoulder, and a playful voice filled Yanmao's right ear: "Prison Temple Lord doesn't think so, Yanmao."

Without looking back, Yanmao finished the last bite of the peach pie and greeted with his mouth full: "Hey, Bailan."

Bai Lan noticed what Yanmao ate: "Peach pie? There are very few such things at dance parties."

"Well, it seems to be." Yanmao picked up another piece of pineapple egg tart, swallowed the yellow peach pie in his mouth and replied, "I asked Rabbit Ji to prepare it."

"Gang Ji-jun is really a good person." Bai Lan took out a suspicious cotton candy that she didn't know where she hid, picked one up and squeezed it a few times, threw it into her mouth, squinted her eyes and said enjoying, "Next time, please