Dog rolls affect my wall climbing speed

After Yin parted ways with them, he found a place to tie up Matsushita's hair, put on a mask to cover most of his cheeks, and walked into the side alley.

After changing out of the acting clothes, the ten members of Heixi are now all in black.

As a member of the assassination team, he should have been able to move freely in the dark, but at this time he slowed down a little for some reason.

Yin lowered his head and hesitated for a long time on the input interface, before sending out a hello message after deliberating on the wording for a long time.

This is really difficult for her who is not good at communication.

In fact, when the mission was suddenly conveyed from above, Yin thought it was another mission of assassination, but unexpectedly, the next second, the boss asked her and the other ten people to lead Liyuan Michizo, and choose one of the two to approach the one from Pengo Lie. female.

Since the other party may have already mastered Tachihara Michizao's appearance, and his temperament does not seem to be able to strike up a conversation with others, such a burden falls on Yin.

Gin Akutagawa, who was assigned a task because he didn't show his face on weekdays: ...

Although one hundred people are unwilling, she still got the contact information of Qiancheng Xuehui, and now she has to rush to make a business trip.

Another ten-man leader of the port mafia armed forces has been waiting here for a long time, and the young-looking mafia minions are almost bored to the point of whistling.

Tachihara Michizo stopped turning the gun at his fingertips, leaned his head back against the wall behind him, and said in a weak tone, "Yo, it's done?"

Yin glanced at him lightly, and there was a little hostility in his long and narrow eyes.

Tachihara Michizo felt a little uncomfortable being watched by her, and the boy's eyes drifted for a moment: "I didn't say that a man disguised himself as a woman, and no matter how you look at it, you are more feminine."

The young man turned his face away, muttered lightly that it was pretty good, and Yin had already strayed past him and walked deep into the alleyway.

Liyuan Michizao made a "cut", and it was rare that he didn't find fault with her attitude, and followed Yin's footsteps with his hands behind his head.

"Have you approached her yet?" Li Yuan Daozao couldn't take his time and continued to ask, "If you fail, tell me in advance, and beg me by the way, maybe I can say a few words for you later."

Akutagawa Silver didn't want to pay attention to the idiot, she walked faster, and couldn't wait to get rid of the annoying little tail behind her.

It's a pity that Tachihara Michizao has no self-awareness about being rejected by himself: "With your attitude towards your colleagues, you deserve to fail the mission."

Akutagawa Gin stopped suddenly.

The pink-haired girl replied to the message.

[You're welcome~ If I have time, I will go to Black Lizard's guest ww]

……

Qiancheng Xuehui was extremely indifferent to the explosion ahead.

It was obviously impossible for someone from the Port Mafia to do it. She was socially sensitive and knew that it was impossible for this mafia organization to attack Pengelie's tenth generation when the boundaries of interests had been clearly drawn.

Nor would it be an attack on Pengelie. They were at least 100 meters away from where the explosion occurred.

"It's an internal matter in Yokohama." Yukie Chijo looked into the distance with her face propped up, and the boy in a straw hat quickly shuttled between the cars, "The armed detective agency has already arrived, we don't need to intervene."

It's not that she can't intervene, it's just that it's not a good thing to be involved in disputes, and... she needs to go home.

Sawada Tsunayoshi paused when he unfastened his seat belt, and then let go: "Okay."

Based on her trust in her ability to analyze intelligence, Vongola Judaimu would often adopt her opinions. Hayato Gagoji glanced at Yukie Senjo, and was glared at by the latter before he could speak.

Hayato's forehead twitched, and he looked away with a light click.

The driver received the order and the vehicle quickly turned around.

If there was an illusionist like Liudao Mukuro around, he could see Vongley's car quickly disappear into the chaotic vehicles.

Because of changing the road, when they arrived at Ningsheng Town, it was completely dark.

The night was shrouded above the city, and the moon and stars were sparse tonight. After Qiancheng Xuee replied Yin's message, after driving such a long distance, he still kept the furthest distance from Hayato Gujiji.

She didn't tell Sawada Tsunayoshi and Gudera Hayato that she had already guessed the identity of the black-haired beauty just now, and put silver into the [beauty] group of the mobile phone contact list.

Prison Temple Hayato sneered coldly: "Where are you collecting stamps?"

Qiancheng Xue'e was not to be outdone: "Do you want me to pull you out of the handsome group?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi stopped the war in time: "...Yukie, here we are."

The driver didn't hear what was going on through the window, and dutifully sent her to the intersection, which was still a few minutes away from Qiancheng Xuehui's house, but the girl refused to take her to the door.

Peng Gelie ten generations asked intimately: "Do I need to get off the car to see you?"

Chijo Yuki opened the car door and got out of the car, stood at the intersection and waved to Sawada Tsunayoshi who rolled down the window: "I'll just go back by myself."

At this point in time, there is a 50.00% possibility that the dog curly spine has already gone home, and seeing the boy send him home again, no matter how he explains it, it will be a little more weird.

Qiancheng Xuehui trotted home all the way, hardly making any sound.

The girl didn't realize that her behavior seemed to be a sin. She prayed that no one would come home, then turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Indoors, brightly lit.

Needless to say, the bamboo horse has returned home.

Qiancheng Xuehui's heart skipped a beat, and she gently put her backpack on the shoe cabinet in front of the door, and then closed the door softly, bending over to change shoes with a bit of resistance.

She carried her slippers and moved slowly into the room, leaning on the wall and poking her head out to look around the living room and kitchen furtively. She relaxed a little after seeing no one.

But the hanging heart hadn't landed yet, when Qiancheng Xue'e passed by the sofa, she saw the bamboo horse with her eyes closed on the sofa.

Snow painting of a thousand cities: ...

Qiancheng Xuehui closed her eyes resignedly: "...I'm back."

The dog curly thorn did not reply, the boy closed his eyes and breathed steadily, he probably fell asleep while waiting, he was wearing short sleeves at home, and was not covered with a quilt, which was a bit thin in the cool night.

Although there was a possibility of waking him up and blaming herself, Yukie Chijo went to get a blanket and covered him up.

While the quilt was being covered, the boy's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Qiancheng Xue'e pretended to be calm: "Good evening. Do you want to go back to your room?"

It took a few seconds for Goujuji to focus on Qiancheng Yuue: "Salmon roe."

He frowned habitually after saying this, and seemed to adjust his language expression system: "...you came back very late."

Qiancheng Xuehui didn't expect him to come back so early, and she didn't expect to come back so late, so she was so cowardly: "Go out to play."

The dog's purple eyes stared at her face: "With whom?"

The back of the neck of Qiancheng Xue'e felt cold when she was watched, and said honestly: "And Tsunayoshi and the others."

Gou Juanji didn't speak anymore, but for Qiancheng Xue'e who was extremely familiar with him, he could clearly feel that he was angry.

Qiancheng Xuehui quickly admitted her mistakes three times, with a sincere attitude.

"I was wrong."

"Next time I won't come back so late."

"Be sure to call ahead."

The dog curly thorn still remained silent, he propped his body up on the sofa, half of the quilt slipped off, he didn't care, and he didn't look at her.

Qiancheng Xuehui was a little irritated by his sudden mood, and because of the previous quarrel with Yuji Hayato, she couldn't control her words for a while: "But Ji sometimes comes back very late, isn't it too much to just be angry with me?" .”

The dog curled up stiffly, he opened his mouth a few times as if he wanted to say something, but he quickly pursed his lips, swallowing all the words back into his heart.

Qiancheng Xue'e watched him stand up with his forehead, swayed and leaned forward, she got close, her eyesight and hands quickly supported him, and she was almost brought to the ground together.

Not right.

Qiancheng Xue'e restrained the expression on her face, and raised her hand to put it on the forehead of the dog curly spine.

... so hot!

Qiancheng Xuehui made a decisive decision: "Go to the hospital."

"Dried bonito." The dog's eyes were a little blank, but for the [hospital], the boy still frowned and showed a look of resistance, and began to struggle slightly.

Qiancheng Xue'e pressed him firmly: "I will accompany you."

"..."

After these words, the dog curly spine inexplicably became quiet.

Because of something that happened when I was young, Goujuanji maintained a repulsive attitude towards the hospital. If it was just a common cold, Qiancheng Xuehui could handle it, but now I can feel the scalding temperature on my forehead with the back of my hand, so I have to go to the hospital for an examination .

It was not very convenient to call a car at night. In order to prevent the cold wind from making him sicker, Qiancheng Xue'e went into the dog's room and put a thicker coat on him before going out.

Curly the dog was as quiet as ever.

Qiancheng Xuehui held his hand, and made a deep self-condemnation for the fact that she came home late and made him wait on the sofa until he fell asleep, which might cause him to catch a cold and have a fever.

After a lot of tossing, I finally arrived at the hospital. The result of the examination was weakness caused by overwork. The solution was to hang water and take adequate rest.

The nurse arranged the bed and hung up the salt water and left.

Today has been so ups and downs, Qiancheng Xue'e felt emotional for a while.

She probably came out of the Mercury retrograde period, and she comforted herself that the unlucky things usually happened one after another, and then luck would improve, so she relaxed her tense nerves a little.

The drips flowed extremely slowly.

She sat beside the hospital bed with her cheeks propped up. Although her parents were often not around, Qiancheng Xuehui's living expenses were no problem for raising three dogs. In order to avoid disturbing her, she applied for a separate ward.

Gou Juanji hates hospitals, and mostly handles illnesses by himself, but once Qiancheng Xuehui gets sick, Gou Juanji will take her to the hospital for examination no matter what.

Qiancheng Xue'e looked at his handsome side face in a daze, and after a while, the girl withdrew her hand and poked Goujuanji's soft cheek.

They have always taken care of each other growing up like this.

Qiancheng Xuehui whispered: "Get well soon."

The dog curled up and fell asleep for a while, and after about three or four hours, he opened his eyes in a daze.

Fortunately, the temperature was not as high as it was at the beginning, but after the fever passed, his body was probably in a weak state, and he couldn't recover.

The drip needs to be replaced regularly, Qiancheng Xuehui's original drowsiness has long since dissipated.

She looked at the sober dog Curly Thorn, deliberately showing an unhappy expression, and asked in a tense tone while getting up to change the drip: "Can you pay more attention to your body?"

"What if I come back later?" After changing the drip, she sat down again, stretched out her hand to feel the temperature of his forehead, "What if my brain burns out? You are very worrying, and Auntie still let me I will take care of you, what if there are sequelae? Although it is not impossible to support you, but..."

"Yuke." The boy interrupted her parental speech, his eyes closed and his tone was light, "I will go to a new school next semester, in Tokyo, and I may live in the school in the future."

Qiancheng Xuehui was interrupted, and instinctively calculated how much vacation the boarding student would have, how much time he would have to meet, and how much effort it would take to meet him, and was quickly taken aback.

——Even childhood sweethearts will be separated.

This kind of cognition made her a little uncomfortable, so that the endless words seemed to be paused.

In order to get rid of this inexplicable feeling, Yukie Qiancheng said in a muffled voice, "Understood, treat yourself better no matter where you go."

Gou Juanji propped himself up with the hand that was not on the drip. He leaned a little tiredly on the pillow behind him, staring at Qiancheng Xue'e's face.

"Is it okay if there is no way to see each other often?"