Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"Mr. Kailong has given me a lot of guidance and help on my growth path, and he is the person I admire the most besides the president since I joined the story club."

Fu Hu replied without hesitation, and then he turned his back on the guest with a calm expression, and asked in a gentle voice: "Mr. Dazai must have also received a lot of help from Mr. Kailong."

"Or Mr. Kailong is your patron, Dazai-kun?" The boy with snow-colored long hair showed a soft and nostalgic smile, "I am still very familiar with and miss the smell of this herb, although the last time The antidote developed by Mr. Chiron and the dwarf doctor is really an unforgettable memory."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth invisibly, he felt a little uncomfortable, as if he knew that the things he liked had been used by others, as if he knew that the treatment he received was not special.

The members of the story club in front of him undoubtedly revealed the fact that he had deliberately ignored before.

What makes people gnash their teeth even more is that he finds that he has no position to question and be jealous.

"The scent of Dazai-kun's mood has changed, but don't worry, I don't mean to make Dazai-kun unhappy." The pure white Fulong avatar covered his lips and smiled lightly, with bright red eyes that were as bright as some kind of jewel. Full of friendliness as he said and a little vague expectation.

I don't know if it is the ability that all the members of the story club have. Osamu Dazai is sure that his expression will never reveal a little clue, but his emotional changes are still invisible in front of Fuhu.

This kind of ability is simply disgusting to him. At this time, Osamu Dazai selectively ignores himself who is satisfied because Chiron can quickly understand his emotions. With a formulaic smile, he glanced at each other indifferently.

As if he didn't see his indifferent attitude, the white-haired boy continued: "But then again, it would be great if Mr. Dazai would like to call me brother."

"Is it because I was taken care of by that centaur?" Dazai Osamu was fiddling with bandages, as if he was bored with this kind of brother and brother game, "Besides, even according to age, I should be before you."

"I am not a human being, but a Fulong. As the incarnation of air and fire, Fulong's lifespan begins at the moment when their own air and flame combine. I am much older than my appearance," Fu Hu His expression remained the same, and his tone was frank and sincere, "Besides, the ranking of brothers is just a title, and the important thing is the bond it represents."

"Are all the people in your story club such kind-hearted people?" Osamu Dazai sneered, finally distracted from playing with the bandage head, and asked casually together.

"That's not true. It's just that I'm more tolerant towards younger siblings. If you don't want to, just take it as a joke. It's not my intention to force."

There was still a gentle smile on Fu Hu's face, but Osamu Dazai could feel his aura leaking out at that moment. The guy in front of him looked weak, but after recovering his memory, he was terrifyingly strong.

Even though Oda Sakunosuke had a good evaluation of Fuhu, Osamu Dazai did not dare to take this person lightly. Fuhu's ability in the description of Oda Sakunosuke was amazing enough, and now he shows that he is a member of the story club. It is simply a troublesome aggregate.

He heard that gentle voice continue to speak unpleasant words.

"But speaking of it, Dazai-kun seems to be about to enter the ranks of adults, but, with all due respect, maybe you are still some distance away from becoming an adult," the white-haired boy paused, his red pupils stained with a smile , "But it's good to be like this, and I hope you can always have such rights."

"Is this a blessing?" Osamu Dazai wanted to laugh out loud for no reason, but it wasn't because of the joy of being blessed. On the contrary, the eyes of the black-haired young man were as deep as the night.

The wind at night seems to be a bit cold, Dazai Osamu can feel the coolness climbing up his ankles, and the boy in front of him is much thinner than himself, but I don't know if it is because of the supernatural ability, but Fuhu's whole body The temperature needs to be warmer, even though Fulong's smile seems a bit disgusting to Osamu Dazai and wants to tear it apart.

"Of course it is, and it's a very sincere blessing," the young man in the White House lowered his eyes, and his tone was serious, with a certain convincing magic power.

"Okay," Osamu Dazai nodded slightly, accepting this strange blessing with a cold expression, "But I'm curious, what is the purpose of the story you are talking about? A gathering of freaks? I won't believe it."

"I can let a group of guys like this walk outside, I dare not look down on you at all." The words he said were obviously compliments, but Fu Hu felt a hint of threat.

Fu Hu calmly thought about the feasibility of knocking this guy out and sending him away for a second, and then replied with his expression unchanged: "Maybe it's to save the world or something?"

"Look, Dazai-kun didn't believe me when I told the truth." The white-haired boy was still smiling, but he responded unceremoniously in his words, as if he wasn't the one who was unbelievably friendly before.

"Okay, Dazai-kun, it's getting late, and the question-and-answer time is over. If I don't go back, Mr. Oda and his brothers and sisters will probably be worried."

Fu Hu's attitude seems to be much colder from just now, and now he doesn't even want to say anything more, so he casually finds such an excuse to leave. Osamu Dazai is not in the mood to care about the connection, and there are other things that worry him even more. The matter is not resolved.

Leaving from Oda's house in a hurry, Dazai Osamu will naturally not return to the port mafia to throw himself into the trap. After following Mori Ogai for so many years, he knows what he did today, and that perverted lolicon definitely knows it all, but Leaving like this seems a little too cheap for some people.

The black coat has long since been made up by himself, and the trouble of finding his nemesis, the little slug, is a basic operation.

Osamu Dazai didn't want to see his bad apprentice again, but the black-haired boy thought of something, and appeared outside the place where Akutagawa Ryunosuke performed his mission without anyone noticing.

Very good, seeing the port mafia members in black suits follow his instructions and leave, Osamu Dazai's mood brightened a bit. It seems that they haven't received any notification about him, which saves a lot of trouble.

"Mr. Dazai..."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was very surprised to see the person he admired appearing outside the place where he was performing the mission, and called out excitedly, but he stopped abruptly because of the oncoming punch.

The boy with black and white gradation hair fell face down on the ground, he could only pant violently, because someone stepped on his back, he couldn't get up anymore, he didn't know why he was beaten up by the teacher, just like Dazai who didn't know why Zhi will appear here.

Could it be that something went wrong in the mission, Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought, but the words he wanted to apologize were blocked by blood in his chest, and he could only cough violently, but all the questions would not be answered by Osamu Dazai on a whim.

Osamu Dazai frowned when he saw the bandage on Ryunosuke Akutagawa's arm that looked like it was made by Chiron and the unique aroma of herbs that oozes out from under the bandage.

"I'll lend it to you for the time being." The mafia cadre who was about to defect leaned down and whispered in the ear of the disciple who was beaten by him until he was powerless to fight back.

Osamu Dazai roughly rubbed the sick boy's hair, and when the boy under his hand showed shocking eyes, he forcefully removed the bandage on his arm, tied it up again in a messy way, and walked away, leaving nothing behind. The boy who showed unwilling eyes on the ground stayed where he was.

"Fuhu, are you leaving?"

When we were washing dishes together in the kitchen, Oda Sakunosuke suddenly asked, and the small enclosed space suddenly fell silent.

"I do not know."

The white-haired boy put the dish full of detergent foam under the tap to wash it, and it took him a while to reply.

"You have recovered your previous memories and partners, right?"

Oda Sakunosuke put down the bowl and said firmly.

"Yes, I have very important things to accomplish, but I am very reluctant to part with Mr. Oda, and I am reluctant to introduce them."

Hearing this, Oda Sakunosuke laughed, and since his hands were covered with foam, he patted Fuhu on the shoulder with his elbow.

"It's not like we won't see each other again. My children and I will probably move to a new residence, but it should still be in Yokohama. When we settle down, I will tell you the address. You are welcome to come back anytime, and I will always be there for you Leave a bed."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Oda." Fuhu's voice was choked with sobs. Looking for Olin with Atreyu would inevitably separate him from the Oda family. Hearing the words of the red-haired young man, his heart miraculously settled down.

After saying goodbye to Oda Sakunosuke, and finally comforting the four children who were almost crying to keep him, Fu Hu was finally able to reconcile with Atreyu who had been waiting downstairs.

"You're a little slow." The prairie hunter complained expressionlessly.

It is a novel experience for him to talk to himself, but Kurikawa Soryu knows that Oda Sakunosuke is watching him from the window, so he still needs to do a full set of acting.

"Where are you going?" Fu Hu asked.

"Go to the port, someone is reselling Olin."

The white-haired boy turned into the giant white dragon that Oda Sakunosuke saw in the afternoon. The luster of the mother-of-pearl scales was softer than the moonlight, shining milky white streamer under the moonlight.

The young man with the dark blue ponytail who looked like a stranger jumped onto Fulong's back gracefully, one person and one dragon instantly soared up and disappeared into the night.

Near a certain port along the long coastline, a small ship with all the identification equipment on the ship turned off is appearing in the hazy mist, and they are the targets that Atreyu and Fuhu are looking for.However, the occasional patrol personnel on the shore did not see anything wrong because of the bad weather.