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

What? "

The corners of Bai Lan's mouth rose a little more: "Junsi Jun, what identity are you going to use to bring her back? Let me guess, is it Peng Lie Lanshou, or just the executor of Gang Jijun's orders? If that's the case, Yan Why did the cat go back with you, Lord Prison Temple?"

Going up to the second floor, Guisi passed Bai Lan and walked directly to the room where Yanmao was, but stopped again, closed and opened his eyes again, even the cold emerald eyes would have a warm light.

"Bai Lan, you are not qualified to ask me such a question, and I don't even bother to answer you."

"But if it's this, it's okay to answer."

The footsteps stopped by the prison temple started again, and his voice also had a rhythm like the footsteps, magnetically percussing people's hearts:

"Although I wasn't very sure before, but now...what is your identity?"

"I'm going to bring back what belongs to me. Is there anything wrong?"

Bai Lan leaned lazily on the railing of the stairs, and replied, "Oh, of course."

easy-going woman

Sunset is westward.

It's been a long time since I took the prison temple car.

It's a pity that I won't hit my forehead again this time.

—— Yanmao was thinking so artistically, when she braked suddenly, she rushed towards the chair in front of her with a grim expression.

It hurts.

Prison Temple is still in the usual posture, sitting on the right side, the window is fully open, with his elbows resting on the window sill, looking out the window expressionlessly, no one can understand his expression and thoughts.

In fact, he was thinking something like "I said something weird just now", "That kind of thing is really stupid", "It's a good thing this idiot didn't hear it".

Yes, no one can understand.

It will take a long time to bring Yanmao back to Gangji.The dark sky gradually became silent, the clouds disappeared, and the moon was hidden behind the fog.

Then, I don't know when, it began to rain, broken and slender.

Prison Temple's hair was wet by a few drops of rain, so he closed the window unhappily.Yanmao also held his chin in the same way as the prison temple, watching the rain hit the glass window, the original small drop turned into a flat piece, and slowly slid down the glass.

It's just this inconspicuous rain, but Yanmao will also think about it inadvertently, thinking about its getting bigger and bigger, thinking about the scene of raindrops falling in the water, thinking about the sea.

Because a storm has been blowing up in my mind since long ago.Over the sea, restless, raging,

Lan.

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By the time Yanmao and Yusi arrived at Peng Gelie's branch in China, the rain had already become frantic.With the loud sound of pouring, the swirling clouds overwhelming the top, and the gloomy sky, Yanmao couldn't help frowning, and really didn't want to get out of the car.

The gate of the Vengley branch was blurred in the rain, and through the blurred window, Prison Temple saw a tall and thin figure standing upright in front of the gate, with long silver-white fluttering hair standing out in the dim color.

Prison Temple confirmed the identity of the man almost immediately, Skuvalo.

Yanmao followed the line of sight of the frowning prison temple, and also saw the man who was messed up in the wind.

With a puzzled tone: "Ah, long-haired combat captain?"

Skuvalo also saw the prison temple's car, ignoring the fact that he would be drenched in just ten seconds, he walked out of the awning at the door and walked straight to the car parked in the rain with an unclear expression.

"The long-haired combat captain is really angry." Yanmao said with certainty.

Prison raised his eyebrows and cast a questioning look.

"Because the boss didn't report to his dear combat captain when he went out."

Three seconds later—"Hi everyone, I'm Baoli Sang, whom I haven't seen for a long time! After years of dormancy, I finally reappeared on Yan Maojiang's head, congratulations~"

Bypassing the whole car, Skuvalo stood directly in front of the door next to Yanmao, his eyes commanding Yanmao to get out of the car quickly.

Yanmao received the gaze, but stayed on the car and refused to move.Wuzi cast his eyes out of the window on the side of the prison temple, absent-minded but focused on something.The rain was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that the prison temple felt that Yanmao was about to become unreal, and so heavy that Mr. Driver had the urge to completely freeze:

This, this, this, what is the situation? Why is Mao’s atmosphere so weird? I wonder if I can get off the car——! ! !

Looking back, Yanmao put his hand on the doorknob before Skuvalo's patient watch exploded, and the door was opened with a little force, and the sound of heavy rain suddenly penetrated, and the human hearing was like a Captured in general.

"Prison Temple,"

There is only a brilliant light in the thick clouds.

Prison Temple looked at Yanmao, whose back was facing him, as if to confirm whether she was calling him.

"Jiaosi," Yanmao yelled again, as if responding to the doubts of the prison temple.

"The thing I've been thinking about until just now has finally come to fruition."

The meaning of this sentence is unclear, but Prison Temple intuitively felt something, and held his breath.

Yanmao stepped out of the car with one foot, and was drenched in a second.

"I was thinking, you must have liked me a long time ago—something."

His eyes widened suddenly, and Guiji unconsciously put on a Honkai expression.

"Then, I thought again,"

"Probably the same for me."

Prison Temple suddenly stopped breathing, and was stunned for half a second as if he couldn't believe it. His body subconsciously reached out to grab Yanmao, but unfortunately Yanmao had already bent down and got out of the car, and slammed the door, flooding the car. The sound of the rain was also shut out of the door.

Yan Mao turned his face slightly to the prison temple, raised his head to Skuvalo, opened and closed his mouth and said something, and then Skuvalo showed a distraught expression.But the prison temple only saw the image, no sound.

Prison Temple suddenly understood that the Yanmao he saw was probably a still image, and it might be the same for what he didn't want to understand before.

What does he want?In short these are not enough.

Sang, the driver sitting in the front seat, was sweating coldly on his tangled forehead.

He heard the whole process of the boss's confession or he won't be killed ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !

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"Prison Temple Lord, you're back... ah."

After hearing the news that Yuji was already sitting in the lounge, Tsuna called Yamamoto and rushed to the lounge, and then saw the drenched Yuji sitting on the sofa. The temple changed into clean clothes within 10 minutes, and finally was able to communicate with the prison temple calmly and normally.

"Jiaosi Lord, you—" Gangji had a premonition that the prison temple's appearance should be related to Yanmao, so he couldn't help becoming cautious, "What's wrong?"

"Judaimu," Prison Temple came back to his senses, "Yanmao she—"

"Dumped you?!" Gang Ji almost shuddered when he asked this sentence, but fortunately he held back desperately and motioned for the prison temple to continue.

"..." After thinking for a moment, Prison Temple spoke slowly again, "Yanmao first did what I was going to do... and then she did what she was going to do..."

?Tsunaki didn't understand at all when he heard this, Yamamoto patted the prison temple on the shoulder flamboyantly with a smile: "Do you mean that Yanmao first confessed to herself for you, and then confessed to you herself? Haha, interesting."

Prison Temple buried his head deeply and remained silent helplessly.

Yamamoto's smile froze, and his expression became a little more serious. Tsuna asked with a look of surprise: "Kujiji-kun!...Could it be that Yamamoto guessed it right?!"

"...Ah, that's it, Judaime."

"Yamamoto, you are too amazing! Don't bring such a stick!!" Tsuna yelled, and then recovered from Yamamoto's eyes, "...I seem to have grasped the wrong point..."

"Well, well," Yamamoto didn't care, "Isn't this very good. And speaking of this, Yanmao is really a capable girl."

"?" Prison Temple looked at Yamamoto strangely.

"Because it's easy." Yamamoto kindly explained.

Gangji broke down and yelled: "Hey, you two have also grasped the wrong focus!!!"

"Eh? Is that so?" Yamamoto scratched his head, and it was obvious that he didn't take Tsunayoshi's words to heart.

"...Take it as if I didn't say it." Gang Ji exited decadently.

i accepted

Following behind the sprinting Skuvalo, Yanmao ran fast to keep up with his pace.Although the whole body is soaked, it doesn't make any sense to say such a thing now, but Yanmao couldn't help but said: "Captain Long-haired combat, take out your rain barrier, bastard! I don't believe that this kind of thing can even block the rain No!"

"Don't make noise, stupid cat!!" Scovalo unsurprisingly gave a bad reaction.Yanmao closed his mouth knowingly, and made circles in his heart, but he didn't dare to slack off in his footsteps.

After a long time, when Yanmao felt that it would be a kind of torture not to stop himself through willpower, he yelled in the rain: "The long-haired combat captain——, from Pengo Li's headquarters It’s absolutely impossible to walk to Valia’s headquarters, right?”

Hearing this, Skuvalo stopped in his tracks, turned his head handsomely with long silver hair, looked at Yanmao from the corner of his eyes, and the bean-sized water droplets were thrown onto Yanmao's face with the movement of his hair. The embarrassed Yanmao subconsciously blinked a few times, blocking the raindrops from his eyes.

Skuvalo pursed his lips and said nothing, just staring at Yanmao coldly, as if the air around him froze.

Swallowing, Yanmao reluctantly raised his head to look bravely at Skuvalo, and stammered unknowingly when he asked: "Long, long-haired combat captain?"

Skuvalo unexpectedly replied: "Stupid cat, do you mean you can't walk anymore?"

"Eh?" Yanmao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded blankly, "...that's right..."

"Do you mean that phantoms are also tired?"

Scovalo's sharp eyes pierced the person in front of him directly and ruthlessly, exposing him mercilessly.