you turned on the love game

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

Meteor Street ushered in a hot and continuous spring.

You've pretty much taught them what you can teach them, all that's left is self-discovery and practice.

Xia Ke doesn't stay at home very often now, and he usually disappears after meeting once in the morning. He is very popular in Meteor Street, and he has made several friends he likes.

Once you passed by the eighth district, just bumped into him sitting on the windowsill on the second floor, his blond hair shining in the sun.

When you saw him, he happened to see you.

With a bright smile on the face of the childish baby, he leaned half of his body out of the window and waved his arms to greet you.

You waved at him too.

Other voices came from inside the house: "Xia Ke, what are you doing, is someone provoking you outside?"

The knight suddenly turned his head: "What!"

He pressed his palm on the window frame, and looked at the questioner speechlessly, "I'm greeting the teacher, how can anyone come to provoke me now?"

"Since it's your teacher, it must be very strong——"

"Wo Jin, the teacher doesn't like fighting."

"What! It's just a trick!"

"Haha, that's not okay, she's not keen on fighting."

"..."

"..." You gradually moved away from the house, and you didn't hear the conversation behind them, and you were a little surprised that you were seen through.

Since the beginning of this year, the Knights have seldom trained against you, and they often come back with minor injuries after going out for a few days.

You always thought they were going to gain experience by fighting different people, and you agreed with that.Thinking about it now, probably the kids have seen through your thoughts.

No wonder at that time——

After hearing your approval, Madge showed a slightly dumbfounded expression.

You recalled that scene, slowly laughed, and then patted your forehead helplessly.

Madge is cooperating with that doctor recently, and if there is an injured person who needs to stitch up a stump or a broken arm, give her experience points.After all, suturing blood vessels and nerves requires extremely skilled operations.

It is said that at the beginning there was an arm stitch.

Before the wounded could speak, she tore off the arm that had just been stitched with a blank face, and re-sewed it again without hesitation.

The doctor was dumbfounded at the time.

In the end, the injured left the clinic trembling, vowing that he would never be cut off again.

Although he is very satisfied with the treatment effect and deserves the expensive price, he does not want to experience it again.

After this treatment is over.

The doctor silently increased the proportion of money distributed to Ma Qi.

I don't know if it was because she was afraid that if the little girl was not satisfied with him, she would directly cut off his hand and then put it back on again. After all, she could really do it.

Thoughts pulled away from memories.

The hot, dry wind of Meteor Street whizzes past your ears.

You are straddling Margot's back, letting it lead you through the abandoned buildings on Meteor Street as usual.

Now the residents of Meteor Street are completely familiar with your behavior, even if they see you suddenly appearing in front of them riding a red wolf, they will just glance at you indifferently and continue to do their own things.

After running around the periphery of Meteor Street for a few laps, Margot stopped at the junction of the fifth and sixth districts, lowered her head and rubbed against you.

You raised your hand and rubbed its thick seaweed-like hair. Thinking of the tediously hot weather, you suddenly curled up the corners of your mouth and smiled softly: "Does my little wolf feel hot?"

Margo blinked her eyes, and tilted her head to look at you in puzzlement.

Your five fingers slowly combed its neck hair, and smiled slyly: "Do you want me to cut the hair for you?"

The monster that was lying on the ground suddenly sat up vigilantly.

The pair of golden animal pupils stared round and round, the ears stood up sharply, and the paws grazed the ground restlessly, as if planning to escape.

When it was young, it was so hot that it would stick out its tongue after going out for a run in summer. You worried that it would suffer from heat stroke, so you helped it cut a lot of hair, but it was depressed for a whole summer until the hair grew back.

You pretend not to see its vigilance and look at it with a smile.

"I don't know if Nian Beast will suffer from heat stroke..."

Before the words were finished, the huge monster disappeared in place with a bang. This was the first time it disappeared without waiting for the time limit to expire.

You stand where it disappeared, and you can't help laughing.

After laughing enough, you walk into the area of ​​the fifth district, enter a store with ordinary decoration for buying waste, say the corresponding code words, and the waiter will lead you into a secret passage.

This is the entrance to today's underground auction on Meteor Street.

After Kuroro showed his ability to handle affairs, you very simply threw most of the things to him, including handling the auction and the casino arrangement of the death match.

When you told him about this, he was reading a book, casually turned a page, and said in a flat tone, "I refuse..."

You think for a second, imitate his trickery, lie back on the soft sofa, and then pull the pillow to cover your face: "But, I'm so tired, I'm going to die of exhaustion."

The voice was full of distressed reluctance.

It's exactly the same as when he avoided answering your words back then.

Kuroro pinched the hand of the page: "..."

His eyes that were focused on the words turned to you, his brows raised slightly, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

Sure enough, you stretched out your arms, raised your fingers one by one, and counted the points that made you unhappy.

"I have to go to different places every month, it's so hard, and I don't want to meet those annoying guys at all..."

The pillow covers the muzzle.

Your voice sounds muffled.

Then raise your arm slightly, stand your index finger and middle finger on the surface of the pillow, make a walking movement of a villain, take two steps in the direction of Kuroro, and finally kneel down with a plop.

"Please, super excellent Kuroro."

"..." There was no response.

The sofa is very short, and the soft long hair is piled on your shoulders and neck, and it slides down from your shoulders as you raise your hands, and flows along the sofa to the ground.

The light in the study room is in a warm tone, and the black hair is scattered on the milky white fabric, like two interwoven silky satins.

The fair skin shines brightly under the warm orange light.

After a long while, there was no reply. You thought the boy was not listening to you, so you slowly moved the pillow covering your face a little, revealing your eyes: "Kurolo, are you listening?"

As a result, he accidentally bumped into the other party's line of sight.

He turned his back to the light, still pinching the sides of the book with his hands, tilted his head, and looked at you quietly with his black and bright eyes like obsidian.

Maybe you didn't expect you to look over suddenly.

Meeting your gaze, Kuroro was slightly stunned and opened his eyes slightly.

Before you said anything, you saw him turn his face back as if nothing had happened, and return his attention to the book in his hand. The light fell on his pupils, which seemed to have a little strange temperature.

It's something that shouldn't exist on Kuroro...

The temperature of a winter stove fire.

The little boy pinched the pages tightly with his thumbs, and the paper showed wrinkles under his strength, like a crack quietly appearing in a cold frozen lake.

He said calmly, "I see."

Time goes back to the present, you are brought into the VIP waiting room, which is facing the organizer's room, and you can see the scene inside:

Kuroro sat among several adults without being obtrusive.

The person sitting next to him was smiling flatteringly at him.

Kuroro seemed to be smiling without any abnormalities, but those who knew him well could already see the impatience hidden under the surface, so he almost said directly: "What nonsense are you talking about."

You watched the show enough, took out your phone and sent a text message.

A few minutes later, a manager knocked on the door and entered the opposite room, then bent down and whispered a few words in front of Kuroro, the young boy immediately looked up and looked in your direction.

After a while, the door of your room was opened from the outside.

After Kuroro came in, he turned off the transparent glass, opened the heavy blackout curtain, watched the auction directly through the screen projection, and finally threw his head back on the sofa.

There was a long, childish dissatisfaction in his throat.

"Ah—I'm exhausted."

With the back of his hand resting in front of his eyes, dark black hair overflowed from between his fingers, and the temperament of a young man was fully revealed at this moment.

You also leaned on the sofa cushions, tilting your head to look at him.

Recently, Kuroro is pumping, and his height is growing very fast, almost reaching the position of your chin. When the whole person is sunken in the sofa like a boneless person, he looks very relaxed.

Only this time.

He will be special like a child.

Thinking that he is so tired because of helping you, you smile, completely forgetting what you said a long time ago.

He opened his arms and embraced the little boy with black hair and black eyes.

"Thanks for your hard work……"

The ink fragrance of the scroll mixed with the unique coldness of Meteor Street, mixed with a little bloody smell, and finally blended into his unique taste.

Surprisingly, the body you hugged didn't show any resistance, not even stiffness. When March was hugged by you for the first time, it was straight.

This idea only existed in your mind for a second, because the thin shoulder bones were pressing against your arm, you raised your hand, pinched his shoulder, and asked, "I need to add some nutrition recently."

"..." There was no response, and you looked at him in surprise, only to find that he was staring at the picture on the screen.But I didn't look at it again, because the pupils were not focused, as if I was just looking in a random direction in a daze.

"Krollo?"

The dark and deep lake swayed slightly, and extremely shallow ripples spread from the center of his pupils. Fragmentary lights fell into the pupils, which faintly climbed to a temperature completely different from black.

The host on the screen read the opening speech emotionally, and the room was filled with the voice of the other party. Kuroro came back to his senses and looked at you.

He whispered, "I'm listening to..."

After handing over most of the things to Kuroro, you will have a lot more free time, and there is nothing interesting in Meteor Street, and you will gradually live the old leisure life of lying in a soft chair and reading a book.

Madge is busy practicing her reading ability and will come back at night.

Xia Ke has been having a heated fight with new friends recently, and from time to time he will bring you some weird things, I don’t know where he got them from.

Compared with them, Kuroro's time is the most regular.

He will come back after dealing with things, and occasionally find time to go out to find inspiration for his ability to read, and he is so leisurely that he doesn't feel like living on the dangerous Meteor Street.

But he is inexplicably interested in collecting treasures.

There is a specially vacated room in the house, where the things he bought from the auction are piled up, the crown scepter of the old dynasty, the clear gemstones unearthed, and even the mummies from a hundred years ago.

You asked him why he collected mummies.

At that time, the black-haired boy was dismantling the jewel box he brought back, he lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Because I was very interested in it at the time."

But Kuroro's interest can only last for a short time.

It didn't take long to forget about it.

But it's probably because you've ignored the auction for too long, and some people don't pay attention to the little kid Kuroro, and dare to be a man under your territory? Easy things like this.

Sirio will tell you this news immediately. After all, when this thing was banned, there was an exchange of interests between you.

But he added in the next sentence: "Don't worry, those people didn't get involved, and they were all killed by your Kuroro before the show even started."

Your anger stagnates just now, and you ask: "Then... what about them?"

There was a slight pause in your tone, and your voice was slightly distorted through the earpiece, "It's those who were caught as auction items..."

He understands what you mean: "I found someone to bring it out of Meteor Street...but there are rare monsters inside. I don't know where those people got them from. I have never seen that kind of monsters before."

Rare Warcraft?

Hearing this, you suddenly remembered the situation when you were a deep-sea mermaid, your hand holding the phone slightly tightened, and asked hesitantly, "Kurolo...doesn't he have any intention of keeping it for collection?"

"Ah? No." Sirio wondered, "He just took a look and left, probably not interested... No, maybe a little interested, but I don't know why he didn't do anything."

You were slightly taken aback when you heard this.

After Kuroro came back at night, he sat in the study and read a book as usual, and you also lay sideways in the soft chair, holding a book in your hand.

But he didn't look at it, and his thoughts fell through the words to a distant place.

The desk lamp placed on the table was shrouded in a warm yellow halo, and the young boy's delicate facial features were wrapped up, and his hair scattered in front of his forehead, there was an indescribable sense of peace.

You close the book and gently put it aside.

The pendulum on the wall is ticking and moving the pointer. In this quiet atmosphere, you slowly close your eyes and whisper to him: "I hate population? Transactions."

The boy opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on your face.

After a long while, he calmly looked away, the paper made a soft sound as it flipped, and the boy's voice was deep, as if explaining the facts.

"I know……"

You buried your face in the soft pillow and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Kuroro put his hand on the lamp switch, the orange light gradually dimmed, and he stared down at the neatly arranged words.

The hieroglyphs of various shapes turned into one eye after another.

Watching him silently, almost getting into his flesh, along the blood vessels and directly into his heart, peeking at the deepest secret.

His deep sight seemed to overlap with them, and he seemed to see the things buried in his heart through them.

The light breath coming from the soft chair was like an invisible rope, clasping his limbs lightly and lightly, and he suppressed the eager thoughts after seeing the rare monster.

"I will restrain myself."