The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Although he was very distressed about his savings, Katsumura, the associate cadre of the [Inukane Group], still trembled and handed over the credit card to the gravitational force.

The moment he let go, Katsumura seemed to hear the sound of his own heart bleeding.

But there is no way, life is more important than money.

He had no desire to follow in the footsteps of champagne flutes on the carpet, crushed to powder by some visibly angry gravity.

At the same time, in this short period of time, the price ratio of raising placards has rapidly climbed to an outrageous level.

You must know that what this group of people bought was not the ownership of the 'choir', but the 'tour guide' during the tens of hours from Tokyo to Osaka.

From this point of view, it seems not difficult to understand why the children who were bid face to face would be indifferent.

The more times you do it, the more you get used to it.

The corners of the auctioneer's mouth on the stage grinned wider and wider, and the price at the bottom quickly reached the amount that even the quasi-cadres of the [Canujin Group] would feel their scalps tingling after hearing it.

"40.5 (*multiple) once, is there a higher multiple than 40.5?"

"50." A man gritted his teeth and held up a sign.

Zhong Yuanzhong also recognized this man.

He was the middle-aged man who said the 'vulgar worker ants' remarks at the boarding port.

Although at this moment, this guy's performance is no better than those 'vulgar people' he said.

I don't know if it's because of tension or excitement, but the middle-aged man's voice trembled uncontrollably when he made the quotation.

But when the red-haired girl in the cage heard the voice and cast her cold gaze at him, the last bit of reason in the man's eyes disappeared, leaving only a frightened frenzy.

He rolled his Adam's apple vigorously, obviously in a cool room, but he was so hot that he loosened the tie around his neck.

The panting sound was so heavy that even the lady who was two seats away could clearly hear it.

...look at me a little more.

Always, always looking at me! !

The man stared greedily at the third son, and the look of being sure to win made the other passengers who followed the price raise their eyebrows subtly, but put down their hands that were about to raise their cards one after another.

"Hey! Central Plains cadre, why don't you raise your placard!" Katsumura couldn't help lowering his voice and reminded anxiously.

However, the Central Plains was also indifferent.

The ochre-haired mafia raised his head, his cobalt blue eyes were fixed on the third son, his expression was as usual, but every word he uttered made Katsumura couldn't help but feel chills down the back of the people who were calling for the price, sincerely It is suggested that they let themselves go.

"Wait a little longer." Zhong Yuanzhong also said slowly.

Wait?What are you waiting for?

Wait for your wife, brother, cough, it's your goal and it's gone!

Although I was surprised by the preferences of PortMafia's gravitational forces, I heard that even their leader is a hopeless young girl. So, this is probably the legendary, "the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked"?

Thinking about it this way, Katsumura said that he is not incomprehensible.

But—wait?

It's impossible to plan to wait until the end of the auction and eat black, right?

Thinking this way, the prospective cadre of the [Inugane Group] curiously followed Nakahara Chuya's gaze to the midair, and then froze.

He seemed to understand what Chuya Zhongya meant by 'waiting'.

During the entire auction, the red-haired girl in the cage did not show any panic. Instead, it was like an observation record, with her gaze passing over the VIP passengers one by one without a trace.

Katsumura raised his eyebrows suspiciously, followed Sanzi's gaze to where the red-haired girl was staring.

Face of a lady in a red mask.

Yellow mask old man's hair.

The fan of the man in the white mask.

...and the ring on the finger of the man in the blue mask who was staring at the birdcage feverishly.

What's wrong with these things?Is there anything special about it?

A quasi-cadre of the [Inukin Group], a look of puzzlement flashed on his face hidden under the mask.

The price of the auction on the stage came to an end.

Just when the auctioneer was about to drop the gavel and announce the result of the deal, the red girl in the cage also averted her gaze from observing the passengers.

The third son turned his head sideways and blinked in the direction of Chuya Zhongyuan.

Almost immediately, the ocher-haired mafia, who received the cue, raised his right foot casually, and the toe of the leather shoe tapped lightly on the carpet.

【】——

Silent footsteps spread in the hall.

Katsumura noticed that there was a dark red supernatural red light, which gathered at the feet of the ocher-haired mafia, centered on Zhongya in the Central Plains, and spread rapidly to the surroundings like lightning.

Shocked, Katsumura took a step back subconsciously.

But the place under his feet is the domain of gravity.

Using the soft carpet as the medium, they climbed up the legs of the table and onto the sofa, silently and firmly controlling the 21 people including the auctioneer under gravity.

The next moment, a tragic howl sounded.

The middle-aged man who was only one step away from getting the 'gem' suddenly rolled from the sofa to the ground screaming.

He was lying on the ground in cold sweat, his body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible thing, his hands and feet showed strange twists, and he was firmly fixed on the ground like a nailed frog.

The surrounding passengers screamed, as if seeing the plague, they collectively covered their mouths and noses, and quickly spread out in all directions.

"Quick, quick - my..."

But even so, the middle-aged man still wanted to raise his head and urged the auctioneer to drop the hammer.

However, soon, he found that every time he uttered one more word, the invisible 'big mountain' imposed on him became heavier.

The bones snapped on the verge of collapse, and all the nerves in the brain screamed for mercy.

A middle-aged man is certainly not an idiot to be able to climb to where he is today step by step.

The death threat close at hand made him quickly realize the crux of the problem.

Almost the moment he figured it out, he struggled to open his mouth, shouting almost hoarsely,

"Abstain-!! I, I abstain!! I abstain!!!!"

The scream of the middle-aged man's collapse immediately made the auctioneer's smile froze on his face.

Although in terms of industry regulations, it is natural for the client to temporarily withdraw the decision before the transaction, but——

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the auctioneer's face twitched uglyly.

He didn't give up and wanted to confirm again, but soon, he gave up amidst the other party's crazy performance, and turned to the remaining three bidding candidates.

However, strange things happened again.

The three candidates also had expressions of horror.

Everyone left their positions and took a few steps back, but they seemed to be pinned, sitting motionless in their chairs, only their knuckles were trembling.

Before the hopeful auctioneer could speak, they shook their hands and tore up the bidding cards in their hands as if to survive.

Auctioneer: "..."

Four consecutive guests gave up their places. Still in this abnormal state, the atmosphere in the hall became strange for a while.

Everyone looked at each other vigilantly, but no one dared to speak.

In the deadly silence, the ocher-haired mafia opened its mouth slowly and unhurriedly. The cold voice came from behind the crowd, passed through everyone's ears, and echoed in the hall.

"Since everyone has abstained, let's re-bid."

"I pay 1."

1, is the initial reserve price when the bid is auctioned.

The auctioneer almost laughed out loud, but soon, he found that the timpani in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, to the point where he could hardly hold it tightly.

He wanted to scream, but found he couldn't speak at all.

So, he could only watch helplessly as the masked boy twitched the corners of his mouth, and said calmly, like a kind reminder,

"No one bids, are you still not settled?"

Yes, do you still dare not settle down?

Under the calm gaze of the ochre-haired mafia, the auctioneer's throat trembled, and then, in the silence of the audience, like a puppet on a string, he struck the timpet stiffly.

****

The auction broke up badly.

Even anyone with eyes can see that there is a problem with the use and attribution of the last number 0 'Son of Heaven'.

But due to the fear of revealing their identities and the fear of the strange power, they could only watch the red-haired boy impatiently leave the hall with the 'gem', and dared not speak out.

Among them, some passengers showed hints of friendship.

But before the friendly hand was stretched out, the boy who passed in front of them ignored it indifferently.

"Which family is he from?"

so arrogant.

The man with the white mask on his face said displeasedly.

"Who knows, maybe it's another young master who came to see the world."

The lady in a dress leaned lazily on the sofa, her fingers in black gauze gloves, as if teasing, nodding the cheeks of the 'choir' next to her, rubbing the skin under her lower fingers appraisingly.

Grade B, defective.

The lady withdrew her hand in a disinterested manner, took the handkerchief handed over by the waiter, wiped the fingertips of the glove,

"It's a common occurrence, and it's nothing unusual."

It's a pity that the skin of No. 0 doesn't know what kind of texture it feels.

"That kid has nice hair."

The old man who spoke nodded his cane and got up from the chair, "I don't know if the young master is willing to give up his love after the airship lands."

It doesn't matter if you don't want to.

Anyway, if a product of this quality is really bought by any party, there will always be rumors.

At that time, as long as we do a little more investigation, we will soon know the weight of the young master's family.

If it's just a nouveau riche who doesn't care...

A hint of cruelty flashed across the old man's cloudy eyeballs, but soon, he closed his eyes again, looking gently at the 'choir' kneeling at his feet,

"Take the old man back to the room, child."

The 'choir' with a head of lush, glossy curly hair raised its head upon hearing this, stood up docilely like an obedient doll, and stretched out its hand to support the old man's elbow.

The old man smiled kindly, patted the hair of the 'choir' approvingly like a pet,

"Hehe, I hope tonight's 'fundraising dinner' can bring some new fun."

Yeah, it would be nice to have new fun.

In the lobby, several VIP passengers who hadn't left smiled tacitly, and led their satisfied children back to the guest room.

Only the middle-aged man remained, sitting on a chair covered in cold sweat, staring resentfully at the direction in which Nakahara Chuya and the red-haired girl left.

He muttered nervously in a low voice, turning the ring on his finger once and for all, not knowing what he was thinking.

*****

Everyone thought that something would happen to the No. 0 'choir' brought back to the room.

However, in fact, the air in the room was indeed a little hotter than they imagined——

Here it specifically refers to a "fiery" who is so angry that his eyes are about to burst into flames.

"Oh! Sensei Chuya, look, you can see the whole of Tokyo from here!"

The red-haired girl by the window turned her head back, opened her emerald eyes like a cute girl, and looked at Chuya Nakahara with sparkling eyes, trying to change the topic by overlooking the beautiful scenery of Tokyo.

It's a pity that the gravitationalist who can go to the sky at any time said that he has long been tired of seeing high-altitude scenery. As for the tried-and-tested dog eyes of a red-haired ghost...

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the third son through the gap in the mask.

Because of the reduced age, the already petite red-haired girl looked younger at the moment.

He is said to be seven years old, but his height is no more than one meter, his face is covered with tender baby fat, his nose is delicate and delicate, and his lips have become thinner and softer.

When she opened her eyes wide and her pupils were shining brightly, the lethality was almost multiplied upwards.

……wrong!This time the Jedi can't just let her get away with it like this!

The ocher-haired mafia was sitting on the sofa like a golden knife, with his arms crossed, staring at the third son coldly, with an unshakable appearance.

"Third son, I've wanted to ask—"

Zhongyuan Zhongye's gaze fell on the red-haired girl's face as if it had substance. He stared at the third son, and slowly expressed his guess,

"Do you think that if you are a ghost messenger, you will never be in danger and can do whatever you want?"

"Well……"

was guessed.

Facing the rare and cold questioning of the Zhefa Mafia, the third son scratched his face with guilt, and chose to be honest and keep quiet instead of poking the gunpowder barrel.

Although she didn't answer, the red-haired girl's performance was just short of 'Yes, I'm super brave! 'Several large characters were written on the face.

In fact, this is indeed Sanzi's idea.

At least in this world, she doesn't think there is any human being, any danger that can really threaten her.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, which meant that the storm was about to come, which made the third son's scalp explode instantly.

Before she could act, the gravity ability first connected her to the floor under her feet, and quickly spread to the entire airship.

"If that's the case, how are you going to escape, third son?"

"What if I take all the passengers on the airship hostage?"

The ocher-haired mafia stood up and walked to the red-haired ghost step by step.

He squatted down intimately, bit the black glove on his hand, and tore it off from the fingertips. Then he stretched out his finger, and stroked the girl's throat lightly through a layer of thin air.

"In such a situation, what are you going to do?"

"Leave together with the airship? But the ordinary people in the cabin can't bear the impact of the flash at all, they will only be twisted into pieces by the turbulence in the middle, or just like the magic accident in fairy tales, accidentally leaving half of their bodies in place .”

"Do you dare to bet, third son?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed the corners of his lips, and looked at the third son persuasively.

There are tens of thousands of different kinds of supernatural abilities in this world. Some seem to have no offensive power at first glance, but are actually specially used to set traps. There are also killing moves like [Dirty], Lan Tang's color painting collection.

What's more, ghosts are not without weaknesses.

The inability to attack living humans is their weakness.

The dirty calculations that can be imagined were thrown out one by one by the mafia and spread out in front of the third son.

The third son raised his eyes quietly, staring at the oppressive mafia in front of him.

As if they were connected with each other, in an instant, she seemed to understand Zhongyuan Zhongye's unspoken worries and deep-seated fears.

This is impossible.

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. (①)

Even the invincible ghost messenger executive, there are times when he has no choice.

Claiming to be strong, taking it lightly, and ignoring the dangers of this world, one day, it will lead to disaster.

The third son reached out to touch the tip of the mask on Zhongya Zhongya's face, and lifted it up, revealing the aggressive and handsome eyebrows and cobalt blue pupils of the red-haired mafia.

Perhaps because of the setting sun in the sky, the warm yellow color of Qian falls in the eyes of the mafia.It should be a cold and hard color that makes people tremble, but the third son feels that he is staring at a cluster of warm flames.

The red-haired girl stood on tiptoe, cupped Nakahara Chuya's face with both hands, and lightly touched the boy's eyes with her lips, making a small kissing sound of 'chirp'.

"I'm sorry, Chuya-sensei, for making you worry."

Zhong Yuan was also taken aback, and subconsciously held the girl's hand.

He frowned and wanted to speak, but before he could speak, a second kiss fell again, on the center of his brow.

"sorry."

The third kiss landed on the bridge of the nose.

"sorry."

A fourth kiss was pecked on the tip of his nose.

"……sorry."

The fifth kiss, wiped the thin lips of the young man, and softly stuck to the corner of the red-haired mafia's mouth like snow, melting like honey.

Soft touch, moist breath, with the unknown flower aroma in the hair of a red-haired girl.

"sorry."

"..."

It's like being suddenly wrapped in a dollop of sweet cotton candy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt the burning anxiety in his heart, and underneath that, the violent and destructive desire that was deeper and darker, suddenly quieted down.

Like a black beast pacing restlessly, it crouched back under the kiss of sugar frosting, and almost hugged the white cotton candy contentedly, and rolled happily on the spot again.

No matter how big the anger was, it was extinguished at this moment.

... He shouldn't have taught this idiot how to perfuse himself.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed softly as if compromising.

Before the sixth kiss fell, he reached out and took the little red-haired girl into his arms.

The girl was too young, and Nakahara Zhong carefully controlled his strength, one arm was around Sanzi's waist, and the other hand supported the girl's back so he didn't dare to use force - there is always a kind of carelessness that will cause people to fall. Crushed illusion.

So the ocher-haired mafia chose to lower its head, pressed its lips against the third son's forehead, and let out a sigh from his chest,

"...the next time is not an example."

The third son bent his eyes and made a V sign of victory in his heart.

—Okay, let’s talk about it next time!