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?Hisoka tilted his head. As a strong man, he naturally didn't understand this kind of emotion, but, for some reason, this moment made him slightly impulsive, wanting to persuade himself to let her go.He narrowed his eyes in displeasure. Hisoka has always been obsessed with people who can stir up his emotions. His right hand clasped on Martha's shoulder couldn't help but increase his strength, as if to crush people's bones.

Martha couldn't help shivering, not knowing how she had offended him again.However, in order to avoid troubles and avoid disputes with the other party, he just gritted his teeth and tried hard to endure.But, it really hurts, if I use a little more force, my arm will break, right?

"Hisuo——" Martha couldn't help it, and cowardly called out, and at the same time put her hand on Hisoka's paw, signaling him to regain his senses and stop using herself to practice arm strength.

Hisoka laughed again, funny, so funny.He obviously disdained his own behavior, but for his own benefit, he was able to bow his head and beg for mercy.Hmm~~, are all the weak so unscrupulous?This is different from the ignorant guys I met before~~ The weak who know the current affairs but are not flattering, have half the same blood as my son, it is indeed a very novel and interesting experience.

Hisoka laughed and jumped out of the window sill, onto the roof, wrapped in thoughts all over his body, without any regard for the consequences of his actions.

Martha rubbed her sore shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed. The younger son trembled twice because of Hisoka's laughter, turned over unconsciously, and rubbed against his mother. Martha went to bed, lay down, and embraced him. He went into his arms and patted it lightly, only to see his son's frowning brows slowly unfurl, and his little paws stretched out, sinking like a dream again.

Martha couldn't sleep, her eyes were wide open, she looked at the moon outside the window, blinked blankly, and suddenly wanted to cry.However, before she could get emotional, she heard Joan's roar outside the door: "Aren't you going to let people sleep?! Damn pervert, what's going on in the middle of the night?!"

Martha got out of bed lightly, opened the door to ask what was going on, but the moment she opened the door, a figure flashed across the bed, paused slightly, and then jumped off the window sill.Martha followed the figure and looked over, shocked, and couldn't help shouting: "Ah!!"

The child is gone! !

Joan rushed over immediately when she heard the voice: "Martha, what's the matter?" Then, seeing Martha standing in front of the window, her thin back made her feel sad for no reason.

Soon, Joan knew the problem, Ozawa was no longer on the bed.Joan walked over slowly, held Martha's cold fingers, stood at the window together and looked out, the boundless night infested everything, the figure just now had long since disappeared.

"Martha, don't worry, it's fine." Joan could only comfort her in this way. Seeing that Martha didn't respond, she sighed and searched carefully on the bed. There was a piece of cloth.Joan picked it up, looked carefully at the light, and suddenly realized.

Martha didn't wait for Joan to do anything, she turned around, opened the door and ran out.At this time, who can she count on?In such a dark night, so cold, Ozawa will be scared if he leaves him, right?Instead of waiting without any hope, go find it yourself.Although the probability is almost 0, it is better than a long and ineffective wait.

Startled, Joan wrapped the cloth strips around her fingertips, and ran out after Martha, shouting as she ran, "Martha, Martha, don't worry, I have a solution."

Martha didn't care, and ran forward along the movement direction of the figure she just saw.Joan frowned anxiously, stopped and stamped her feet bitterly, if she had known earlier, she would have lived with Martha and the others. Who knew that Kuroro would come out like this, it seems that he had already inquired about the situation around him and the scope of his contacts It's clear.Martha just happened to appear today, so it was taken for granted as the easiest way to seduce.

If this is the case, you really have to speed up. The Phantom Troupe is not a circus. If Ozawa sleeps uncomfortably and starts to cry, it is almost certain that Kurolo will slap him to death.Joan bit her lip and continued chasing Martha while muttering between her fingers.

Kuroro doesn't know that the use of this power of thought is much simpler than most, but it doesn't have to be fixed at a certain position and focus on using power of thought.Although with Kuroro's eyesight, it is not difficult to see clearly the process of casting a spell even while moving at high speed, but it is not easy to see clearly the shape of his own mouth.So, this is a restrictive thought power, and it can only be used if something similar to a spell is activated together.

There was a smile on the corner of Joan's mouth, and she felt infinitely proud of being able to beat Kuroro once.Although he may not remember himself anymore, since the day he left Meteor Street, he has not forgotten the Phantom Troupe for a single day.Moreover, she didn't care about the life and death of Martha and her son, but they had something to do with Hisoka and aroused his interest. If I die, I'm afraid I don't want to live either.

"Hisuo! Hisoka!" Martha saw Hisoka sitting on the top of a certain building from a distance, with one leg straightened and the other bent, and the iconic playing cards spread out in his hands. Under the bright moonlight, it looks extraordinarily coquettish.Hearing Martha's hoarse cry, she stood up slowly, jumped down, and stood in front of Martha.

"Hisuo——" Martha ran over and tugged Hisoka's sleeve, her voice choked with tears, and the tear stains on her face reflected the moonlight, which was very funny, "Ozawa was snatched away."

Hisoka narrowed his eyes and snatched his things?

Martha sniffed, coughed twice, cleared her throat, straightened her thoughts, and explained what she saw just now: "He was moving very fast, I couldn't see clearly, as soon as I opened the door, he rushed in , and then ran out of the window with the child in his arms and came this way. However, at such a fast speed and the strong night wind, Ozawa must have woken up early in the morning, and he would cry if he didn't see me. "

Asking for help X personal matter X caring

"Hey, don't cry!" Nobunaga hugged the little guy in his arms, flustered, the corners of his mouth twitched, he was so cute when chatting at night, why did he suddenly start fussing now?

Ozawa didn't pay any attention to it, and cried out loudly, woohoo, you annoying villain, you still don't let people sleep at such a late hour, playing hide-and-seek with your mother, why did you bring yourself along?Ozawa is going to sleep.

"Mom, woohoo, mom." Wiping away tears and shouting vaguely, struggling to get out of Nobunaga's arms, Ozawa poked his head around and found that it was a very dark place, and he didn't know the way at all. , so weeping louder.

As soon as Nobunaga gritted his teeth, he was about to cut the child's neck with the knife in his hand to make him quiet for a while.Suddenly, a poker card was slashed sharply, mixed with the sound of the night's wind.In an instant, dense drops of blood oozed from Nobunaga's right wrist and dripped onto the child's face.Ozawa blinked, sniffed his little nose, and smelled blood, screamed and struggled.

Nobunaga held the child tightly with his left hand, looked at Hisoka who was coming from the dark, and frowned, why is this pervert interested in meddling in such a thing?

"Hisuo, this is the captain's private matter, and you don't need to intervene."

Hisoka raised his eyebrows, put the poker cards to his mouth, and smiled maliciously: "Kurolo's private affairs~~? Sorry, I'm not interested in this for the time being, but hurry up and put the cards in your hand Give it back to me, little guy~~"

"Ze!" Nobunaga just wanted to refute, but Martha chased after her out of breath.When the child heard his mother's voice, he immediately became excited, struggled harder, and shook his paws: "Mom, Ze is here."

Hisoka took a step forward, and Nobunaga hesitated for a moment, before he had time to think about the relationship between Maggie's relatives and this pervert, he threw the child into his arms, put on the cloak, turned around and disappeared.

Martha stepped forward to hold her son into her arms, tears still dripping, she clenched her teeth, hating her own powerlessness, and hating herself for having to ask Hisoka for help--that was a failure that broke the value of her life.Ozawa was also sobbing non-stop, but he still patted his mother on the back in a sensible way to show comfort, and then yawned: "Sleepy." Mom quickly changed his position to make him lie more comfortably. After a while, Ozawa The classmate fell asleep again.

Hisoka bit the playing card, blinked, and looked in the direction Nobunaga left, curious about Kuroro's "private affairs".Martha stood next to him, a little embarrassed, until Ozawa fell asleep again, then lightly poked Hisoka's arm, asking for advice in a low voice: "Hisuo, I'll go back first. It's cold at night, Ozawa will catch a cold. "

Only then was Hisoka willing to turn his head and look at the mother and son, his eyes rolled a few times, and he seemed to be in a good mood: "Hmm~~, it's okay. Let's go, let's go back."

Martha was flattered: "No, you don't need to accompany us. If Mr. Hisoka has something to do, he can go and do it first. I won't open the door again tonight."

Hisoka stared at her without answering. Just when Martha was nervously offending her by saying the wrong thing again, Hisoka suddenly stretched out his paw, and quickly and accurately grabbed the child's waist, Then put it in your arms.Ozawa felt uncomfortable and twisted a few times, but because he was too sleepy, he didn't care about it and continued to sleep soundly.

Martha was dumbfounded, but quickly understood what he meant. She swallowed, feeling a little scared: "Is that person so strong?"

Hisoka laughed with satisfaction and talked to the wise man