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

Looking at Gangji respectfully, he smiled brightly.

"If there is nothing else, then I will take my leave first, Judaime, and Mr. Li Baoen." Heoji bowed solemnly, turned around, said a short "let's go" to Yanmao, and walked out In Gangji's chief's office, Yanmao followed helplessly.

Standing in front of Lanshou's luxurious European-style residence, glanced at the prison temple with a very indifferent expression, Yanmao shed wide kelp tears, "Boss, Yanmao whose brain was caught by the door is now beginning to receive retribution." 』

Mr. Zhengtai Fancy

Sitting in the windy sports car, the roof of the car was opened above the head, and the rapid wind broke into the car, blowing Yan Mao's neat bangs.

The person who cuts the bangs, one is worried that the bangs will become a middle part, and the other is worried that others will see his bare forehead after the bangs disappear.

Although both of the above are in this situation, Yanmao is not going to have an argument with Prison Temple. After all, everyone knows who is the boss now.

In fact, just now, Yanmao, who nominally belonged to the Lanshou unit of Varia Lanshoubeier, the leader of the Vengley era, has now been substantively included in the Lanshou unit of Lanshou, the leader of the Vengley era. Prison Temple Hayato.

He was sitting on the rightmost side of the back row of the car. Even though the sunroof above his head was open, he still opened the window glass to the maximum, resting his elbow on the window, resting his cheek on his right hand, and focusing his eyes on the window.

"Is Prison Lord depressed or..." Yanmao sitting on the far left in the back row of the car was lost in thought, "Is he lonely? 』

Yanmao, who was diving in the spiritual world, suddenly felt that the car stopped suddenly because his head hit the back of the seat in front of him hard.Rubbing his head, Yanmao was very sharp-eyed and found that the prison temple was looking at him with contempt.

"arrive."

Two short words again, after the prison temple finished speaking, he opened the door and got out of the car, leaving Yanmao with a lonely back.

"...Ah bah, what a lonely back. Yan Mao masochistically pulled the flesh on his cheeks, telling himself, "Girl, you seem to be thinking of spring." 』

Hurrying to follow, Yanmao trotted all the way to keep up with the prison temple.Since it is the private residence of the prison temple, there are not many mafia around.In the eyes of outsiders, perhaps this mansion is just a place for a rich young master to raise his mistress, and the men in black around him are just bodyguards.

……oh?mistress?

Yanmao immediately quickened her pace, and managed to walk behind the prison temple, keeping a distance where she could talk, she cleared her throat and said, "Jiaosi Lord, do you have a lover?"

After hearing this, Prison Temple stopped abruptly, and Yanmao hurriedly braked.Turning his head, Prison Temple stared at Yanmao for a few seconds, but turned his head away after a while, and started walking again, but Yanmao still vaguely heard a slight answer:

"No."

"Ah——Kujidera-kun is such a lovely and kind person. "Yanmao sniffed habitually, and thought regretfully, "It's a pity that I'm accusing Zhengtai. 』

The distance from the iron gate to the main body of the house is not very far, but it is also a long distance. As they got closer to the villa, Yanmao saw that someone had already opened the door for them.

Walking into the house, Prison Temple took off his black suit jacket and flung it on the sofa casually. His footsteps moved as if going upstairs, but immediately, the smooth movements paused.Prison Temple seemed to have just remembered that Yanmao was still an unresolved burden, and when he spoke, his voice was a little less cold than the first meeting before: "I still have some documents to deal with...you stay on the first floor by yourself, the kitchen and toilet are on the first floor There are both, and you are not allowed to wander around on the second and third floors. After the matter is settled, I will take you to see the training venue in the future, and I will arrange the accommodation for you."

"'You are not allowed to wander around on the second and third floors.'" Yanmao repeated the words of the prison temple, and also imitated his concealed tone, "Probably there is something that cannot be seen...Junsi Lord, you really It must be a lover."

"No!" Prison Temple realized that he was a little emotionally out of balance, so he calmed down a bit, and his tone changed from indifferent to hostile when he spoke again, "Also, don't call me by my name directly in the future, but call me teacher."

"Well, Yuji-chan, don't worry about calling this kind of thing~"

"I want you to take care of it! And the name Prison Temple Sauce is even more disgusting!"

"cut--"

~

after an hour.

His hair was tied into a small braid at the end, and with a pair of rimmed glasses, he looked at the twenty-odd pages of materials in his hand and sighed.For this amount of things, half an hour is enough in normal times.

When he spoke, his tone was still so unfriendly: "What are you doing here, you idiot!"

Yanmao, who was called the "idiot", just blinked innocently after hearing this, and didn't answer.Compared to just now, she looks much more embarrassed now.The originally tightly tied ponytail hangs loosely behind his head, and the blue-and-white hair tie that binds his hair is also quite dirty.There is a small white band-aid on the left cheek, on which is the pattern of a milk bottle that Yan Mao spent 10 minutes drawing with a black pen in front of the mirror.The jacket of the suit and the sleeves of the white shirt inside became tattered, and the traces of large and small scratches and scratches were faintly visible on the delicate and tender arms.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of being surrounded by bombs..." Yanmao felt that this was a rare experience. 『Fortunately, I opened the ice barrier, otherwise I would be dead. 』

——Yes, Yanmao came from time travel.Ah class, haven't I said that before?

She is a little girl who doesn't know magic in the magical world. She lived on the street after she was ten years old. She was picked up by a kind old man when she was 15 years old. It was only three days later that she found out that the old man was the president of the Fairy Tail guild. Escaping from the life of beating the president's legs every day, he chose Master Gray, and after learning ice modeling magic for 433 days, he fell into the river in front of Lucy's house and drowned.But she didn't die.

Opening her eyes again, she felt like she was going to cry.

The courtyard where the body is located is kept clean and tidy. Although there are suspicious traces of fighting, it can still be seen that the owner is rich and powerful. Xanxus, who "didn't hear Scuvaro, just waited for the grilled lamb chops", just stood in front of the glass window of the office, looking at the 45° melancholy in boredom, and then...

In fact, if it wasn't meat, this article might be someone else's fan, because Yanmao in the tutor has been killed by xanxus.

The thin debris that burst with the bomb was the culprit for the scratch on Yanmao's arm.Since the place where the prison temple threw the bomb was in the living room on the first floor, the broken glass coffee table, water glasses and ice fragments were mixed together, so the prison temple did not become suspicious.

~

The thin paper with information about the Xinqi family in his hand was already creased by a pair of hands expressing displeasure instead of expression. He reached out and tore off the hair tie that bound the silver hair, took off his glasses, and threw the information on the table. , although the expression is still firm, but there are different emotions in his eyes, he said viciously: "What are you staring at me, idiot!"

"Finally feel my hot gaze, Mr. Prison Temple." Yanmao, who had lingering fears about the bomb attack, wisely gave up "Prison Temple Sauce" with a straight voice, "You shouldn't have blown me up like this Give me a change of clothes?"

"You don't need to say that." Prison Temple replied.Of course he thought of this, if those subordinates who were protecting outside the door saw a woman walking out of the house in rags, his innocence would be ruined.

——No, in fact, the explosion sound from the room is enough to explain everything to your subordinates.

Taking out a new suit jacket from the closet and throwing it to Yanmao, Guisi turned to the girl who was still sitting still and said, "Put it on first, I don't have women's clothes here."

"Pants, too." Yanmao made a request while putting on a suit.

Prison Temple glanced at her and replied, "No, I don't think so."

Gazing at him strangely, Yanmao didn't understand very well, but after putting on his coat, Yanmao understood.In fact, the prison temple coat was large enough to cover the top half of Yanmao's tattered trousers, leaving the bottom half of the trousers unscathed.

『Kujiji-kun, can I understand that you are saying that I am petite? ...Sure enough, I'm just saying that I'm short. 』

Another hour later, wearing newly bought clothes, Yanmao and prison temple came to the headquarters of the Lanshou team, a very cool and expensive area centered on the main building.

"Hi Captain."

"Yeah~ Hello Captain~"

Along the way, many people greeted Prison Temple. Although the tone was different, Yanmao could tell that they really respected Prison Temple.Turning left, turning right, going upstairs and upstairs, and then prison temple stopped in front of a room that looked like a meeting room, and motioned for Yanmao to go in with him.

The meeting room was empty, making Yanmao subconsciously want to protect her chest. =_=

Pulling open the dark curtain with a swipe, Yanmao followed the movement of the prison temple and saw the French windows on the entire wall of the conference room.Walking slowly to the window, standing beside the prison temple, Yanmao could smell a faint smell of tobacco.

"There," Prison Temple pointed through the glass to a vast open space surrounded by lush greenery, "is your training ground."

"If I had to run around there, I would vomit blood and die." Yanmao calmly reminded Prison Temple.

"Running around there in 5 minutes is the goal you must complete within a week." Prison Temple mercilessly.

"=_=, I haven't played with villains for a long time."

"what ever."

"..."

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps, and Yanmao turned his head to see, it turned out that