[K] King's Papa Papa

Impatient, he suddenly stretched out his hand to cover her forehead.

"... Isn't it very clear?"

——The back of his head was pushed against the bulkhead with moderate force.

"Keep it to yourself."

Bad wording with the expected stupidity.

She couldn't help laughing anymore, and suddenly tightened her five fingers, twisted them around the piercing red hair between her fingers, and slammed the person in front of her in the opposite direction!

"Oh, thank you very much for the hospitality. Then you just listen—I refuse." There was a gloomy laughter mixed in the long sentence, "I hate you so much, I hate you so much that I want to kill you with a knife."

Being pulled back a little bit, the king simply grabbed the opponent's collar with his hands, and pulled her up as well!

Akira Miura, who suddenly lost his "pillow", uttered uncomfortable dreams, turned over in a daze, and the king's deliberately low voice came into his ears half-dream and half-awake.

"Sophistry." He answered softly with a sarcasm in a judgmental tone. "From the bottom of my heart, I am longing humbly—wanting to get from here," he pulled her in front of him, and directly pulled her wrist against his chest. "Drain more, ask for more, but can't face up to..."

Breathing can be heard, the forehead is almost touching, the king's dark golden eyes are as sharp as twisted thorns.

"My own feeble greed."

"There must be a limit to arrogance." She quickly cut off his words, with a chill on her face.

——Unknowingly, the speed of the conversation between the two gradually accelerated, and even became sharp.

The king remained unmoved and continued to press.

"Since you have to do it, do it thoroughly, and don't act so weak and incompetent." Every word in the hoarse voice is full of bloody smell that is about to come. "Isn't the man-eating monster happily living in the middle of the blue clothes in the form of an ordinary person? Why didn't he just tear that woman into pieces that night? If I don't care about it, maybe I can get my wish and make a big hole in my body ?”

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

As if she heard some joke, her shoulders trembled from a small amount to an unstoppable trembling - the intermittent laughter gradually became coherent.

"Did you misunderstand something? You are... different from Shili and the boss." She reached out and patted the king's cheek, "Do you want to know why?"

Her tone was even a little cheerful.

"It's not the weak relationship you thought it was."

"If it really comes time to make a choice..."

——“They can kill me for their beliefs without hesitation.”

She let go of the sullen-looking man, and made her final concluding remarks.

"We are not the same kind of people, and you can't understand me—like an adult, say goodbye to your first love peacefully

Sample? "

Akira Miura rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly.

Glancing at the boy from the corner of his eye, the king's expression didn't change at all, but after the woman let go of him, he reached out to grab her, completely imprisoned her in his arms, and whispered in a low voice.

"On the contrary, we are the same kind of people. We are both sick of our known future and destiny..."

There was a loud bang!

The man parried her terrifying elbow, and then squeezed her right hand tightly, pressing hard towards the hatch!

She raised her foot with fire-filled eyes, ready to stomp the man's instep with her pointed heel!

——"Big Brother?" The boy's crisp voice sounded just right.

Her movements came to a sudden stop, her feet hanging in the air.

Feeling the real anger, Miura Akira was a little flustered: "Don't quarrel..."

She struggled a bit, but the man's arm remained motionless like an iron hoop.

She twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly, and just about to say something, she choked up because of the itching caused by the canine teeth scraping the skin on her neck.

After a while she returned to normal. "It's nothing...it's just a chat."

Miura Akira responded blankly.

As if making an appointment to interrupt this unhappy conversation, the terminal began to emit regular beeps.

She freed her free hand to answer the call, and glared angrily at the man in front of her who didn't intend to let go of her at all.

The opening sentence on the other side of the terminal was a simple and straightforward sigh.

"Someone tampered with the transmitter of Miura's house in an attempt to cover up Mr. Akira Miura's safety. How about finding a way to keep the year-end bonus of the class members before the Legal Affairs Bureau finds out?"

There was a rattling sound from the terminal, no need to ask, it must be Fushimi knocking on the scabbard habitually.

Hayami Zio gritted her teeth and her voice changed a little because she was struggling against the man. "The response is quick, hurry up and wag your tail a few more times at the boss, maybe there will be a salary increase."

Fushimi Saruhiko, who was walking quickly through the driveway and towards the plaza of the zoo, his curled hair was blown by the breeze, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected the rapidly receding scenery.After hearing the other party's speech, he clicked his tongue mockingly, his face full of impatience, "It has nothing to do with the ability to respond, it's just that the other party's clumsy tactics are too 'red group', and it doesn't take time to reason."

This lowest-level means of tampering with the program can be seen at a glance.

Even at this level, the only thing the Quan Chi group can learn is a slightly basic Eric.

Boring organizations, boring people, boring beliefs...

The swordsman who was following Fushimi heard the phrase "The clumsy technique is too red", and couldn't help but exchanged a subtle look.

Fushimi Saruhiko's position in the household registration section is a typical latecomer, and he was once criticized for his extraordinary promotion of the head of the department.

In addition to doubts about ability, it is more because of...

He used to be a member of the third king, the Red King Zhou Fangzun.

But now, Fushimi Saru Hiko is firmly in the third place, because

It's amazing how well he works.

Like the head of the room, he has excellent decision-making ability, except for... a small weakness.

Fushimi was still talking quickly to the terminal in a low voice, until he turned the last detour and his eyes suddenly opened up.

Located in the video game hall outside the park, the voices of villains laughing and laughing can be heard clearly.Toshio Kamamoto and Misaki Hatta were about to cross the plaza to buy soda, but bumped into Fushimi.

The latter's pupils suddenly constricted!

The author has something to say: Thanks for the time~

The blue-eyed white eagle threw a mine

The blue-eyed white eagle threw another mine. Wow, your ID is so stylish! !I will teach you more in the future, my dear! ~

Ye の Shangyue threw a landmine to remind me to change?Well then I'll be more...

Have you noticed that Brother Zun is actually serious and doesn't have any lines, he is completely an activist?Sometimes when I review a whole chapter, I will feel like "why my hero appeared in the whole chapter but didn't say a word RRR"~ Ah, I'm definitely not complaining that the man of few words is super difficult to write Yes w I definitely didn’t replay the scene of hitting my hero’s head hard in my head w I didn’t even say such bad words as “Master, you are too biased” when writing (boost your face)

... Well, I recently supplemented the manga, and found that Xiongshi actually has a much broader mind than I imagined. It is really scary to preach, and he is actually a straight-line willful violent maniac... So I want to try Open the door to a new world (flick)~

So don't say something like "Oh, Brother Zun, who said a long sentence, collapsed." This wayward little devil speaks (heart) and say "Ah, the lion in Brother Tang's writing is really a multi-faceted man ♂ A multi-faceted man should unfold like this ♂" yo (heart) otherwise the breasts won't get bigger babes (meh)

……

How can it be repaired! !Do you know that it is very hard for the author to go back and forth dozens of times for Brother Zun's lines every day! ! Q Blood Q

It can only be finished in [-] words, but in order to highlight his characteristics that he is too lazy to say anything, I have to reduce the number of words to less than one digit, so that I can’t rely on anime storyboards to delay the progress like Gintama. It’s very fast. It will catch up with the progress of the original work and be forced to stop broadcasting, bastard! !Lv Dish Lv

The worst thing is! !Why do I have to be obsessed with the character of the prostitute hero? Why am I not an irresponsible Su Niangniang who cannons on heroes! !Why do I feel guilty every time I want to give up and play with the protagonist and continue to dig out words, mom! !

(Hoo, hoo, Kaha...)

☆, kiss goodbye

Cops need days off, criminals don't pick days off.In order to show fairness, S4 adopts a rotation system, and the senior cadres in the fencing class take turns to be on duty during the holidays.

For some reason, Fushimi and Akiyama were put into the same rotation team earlier.

Facts have proved that Reiji Munakata is really a man with a lot of vision.

The elites of the fencing team of the youth group are resting during the holidays, so most of the swordsmen dispatched during the mission are not the direct subordinates of Akiyama and Fushimi, and they know little about the bad habits of their bosses. Clutching the scabbard innocently, he guarded against the sparsely populated Red Team delinquents in the square.

And Akiyama Bingdu felt a stomach ache the moment he saw the red group's notorious "Crow of the Eight Tags"——

Taking two steps back silently, the full-time nanny who was used to dealing with such situations took out the terminal without a trace behind her back.

A swordsman standing behind Akiyama noticed this scene sharply - his own official stood up straight with his usual expression, but was quickly operating the inverted terminal with his hands behind his back.

The swordsman sighed with emotion—the chief is the chief, and his ability to desert when he is on a mission is extraordinary, and he can... blindly type text messages?

In the next second, his attention was drawn back by another officer's creepy speech——

The movement of the left hand striking the scabbard stopped suddenly, and Fushimi Saruhiko's pupils tightened, staring at Misaki Hatta who was walking towards him.

Hayami Zio's voice came from the terminal in his hand, but in the next moment, Fushimi's tightened five fingers creaked, and the LCD screen was twisted by this huge force so that it was separated from the fuselage. Make a crack.

The call is terminated.

The usually unsmiling and gloomy third child of S4 glanced at the colorful signboard in the video game hall next to him, and suddenly burst into an extremely sickly smile.

"Still as always, obsessed with children's games without any progress..."

The thin lips parted slightly, the black hair was blown up by the early autumn wind, against the pale forehead, Fushimi Saru Hiko's black eyes devoured all the light lifelessly.

"Misaki..."

He paused every word, every pronunciation was bitten very clearly.

Hatta Misaki's hand holding the skateboard tightened, and her forearm muscles twitched!

"I've said it many times, don't call me that." The boy gritted his teeth, and his anger seemed to have substance, "You... a traitor."

Without a moment's pause, the two attacked almost at the same time!

The sneakers hit the bridge lightly, and the lightweight board makes a beautiful rollover and firmly grips the ground!Misaki Hatta clenched the club in her hand and stepped on the skateboard, her waist slightly

Leaning forward, red sun flames lit up all over her body!

Fushimi Saru Hiko let out a weird laugh, and there was still a shivering aftertaste caused by excitement at the end.

"Fushimi... draw your sword urgently."

The orange hilt with exquisite patterns was held by the backhand, and when the blade came out of the sheath, there was a long groan, and the dark blue deflection force field turned into a howling Yang Yan, which skyrocketed with the swordsman's gestures!

It is countless times, Akiyama Hido and Kamamoto Ryoo almost at the same time waved Erkang's hands, and called out mournfully——

"Mr. Fushimi..."

"Brother Hatta..."

…………

"Respond quickly, hurry up and wag your tail a few more times at the boss, maybe there will be a salary increase." Ziyang Hayami replied gritting her teeth.

The other party fell silent suddenly.

Two seconds later, a piercing blind tone suddenly came from the terminal!

As soon as her ears hurt, she shook off the terminal and glanced at the words "Call cut off" on the screen inexplicably.

Angry?

The speculation that popped up in the next second gave Lei goosebumps, and she quickly crushed the absurd idea and threw it to Java.

...Impossible, that kind of precocious kid whose daily bento is gunpowder and rice—he always looks like an immobile mature man, except for his slender young body, there is nothing on his body. The cuteness that a male of this age should have.

But now is not the time to be a counselor for a young colleague - I haven't figured out my bad debt yet.

Putting the terminal back casually, she refocused on the person in front of her.

Thanks to Fushimi's call, his dizzy head was able to breathe for a while.

——It is not wise to compete with men, her forearm has already started to feel sore.

The five fingers of the right hand were forcibly separated and interlocked with each other.Because of the force, the knuckles of the fingers are sickly blue and white.

The entwined claws were engulfed in the anger of their master, and they kept trembling due to the force of the confrontation; the scalding heat came from the tight palm, but it still couldn't penetrate half of the skin.

Just because... Once he thought about what to say next, his stomach felt like being soaked in ice water, and the chill flowed into his limbs and bones.

... The year-end bonus must be wasted, but she still doesn't want to have her salary deducted for the month because she ruined her dream of heaven.

She unloads.

Suddenly felt the stiff body in his arms soften, and the king had no time to pull back.Following the inertia of that brute force, the back of her hand immediately hit the glass inlaid with the hatch, making a dull sound.

the joints are about to be

The feeling of being crushed was not good, she hissed in pain, and pulled his arm with her left hand.

After a long silence, she opened and closed her lips several times before making a sound.

"End it, Zhou Fang."

As soon as the words fell, I felt a strong sense of exhaustion rushing away from the dam that I had worked so hard to build, and I was instantly submerged.

There was a muffled "dong", the shoulders were buckled, the whole person was thrown backwards, and his back hit the bulkhead!

【...Because if you are rejected, it will hurt here. 】

[Since you haven't asked for it, why do you think you can't get it? 】

【that's not important.Anyway... if you get it, it will hurt even more. 】

"Reject." The man bullied forward, their foreheads almost touching, his scorching breath and sinister look made him look like an evil beast eager to choose and devour. "Did you say it yourself? Since it hurts whether you refuse..."

"...Why don't you just choose the way that makes me happier..."

Lips close to lips.

"Accept it all, it hurts more."

Akira Miura, who was watching the whole process, couldn't hear the whispers of the two evil beasts—even if he heard a few words occasionally, he couldn't understand the tricks in it, let alone the fact that the two of them were just going back and forth between each other for a while. He took several knives.The poor toddler could only tell by those big eyes - neither of them seemed to be in a very good mood.

Just chatting?

Liar!

Having seen with his own eyes how Zhou Fangzun killed his own five-star bodyguard with a snap of his fingers, the boy Yalishan couldn't help but stare at the two nervously, and even thought that if there was a real fight, it would be more scientific to hug whose thigh first.

The result is - no fight.

Miura Akira was stunned by what happened next.

— Kissed.

As a small nobleman, Akira Miura has seen young men and women kissing many times when he attended banquets with Mrs. Miura.

But it's the first time I can kiss so... maliciously.

In the attitude of a master, the man firmly holds the woman down and completely suppresses her.

It doesn't match up with the image of a woman with affectionate eyebrows and trembling eyelashes when kissing her lover. Hayami Zio didn't even close her eyes, squinting slightly to look at Zhou Fangzun.

Akira Miura swears that when the king grabbed her chin with his hand, he heard the crisp joints very clearly.

The toddler crouched in the corner with a blushing face, his eyes wandering around in vain.

——The severe pain in her cheeks made her slightly loosen the jaw that was biting the man's lower lip, and the latter moved immediately, turning slightly to the side

face, and took this opportunity to roughly insert his tongue.

The fishy-sweet breath between his lips and teeth all entered his mouth.

The tongue flicked around quickly, and then went deeper.

Before she could struggle, a sharp tingle suddenly came from the tip of her tongue!She suddenly widened her eyes, and the purple awns in her pupils soared——

The man suddenly let go of her, stepped back, and slowly licked the wound on his lower lip, but the entire lower lip was stained scarlet because of the blood dripping from his tongue.

She opened her lips slightly and took a breath to relieve the pain on the tip of her tongue.Then without saying a word, he leaned over to fish Akira Miura, quickly opened the hatch, and jumped down.

The cabin door was opened wide, the cold wind poured in, and the red hair fluttered.

The soles of the shoes knocked against the cold metal bilge, Zhou Fangzun leaned sideways on the window side, slipped one hand into his pocket, but only found out an empty crumpled cigarette case.

After a moment he clenched his fists.

The cigarette case held in the palm made the characteristic rustling sound when the tin foil was deformed.

The eyes of the male lion, whose body was shrouded in shadow for most of its body, suddenly lit up with a strange red light!

Yang Yan, who lit up for a moment, burned the cigarette case to ashes, and leaked through his fingers in the violent fist movement——

The bracelet collided violently and made a crisp sound, and was soon lost in the loud noise of the fist hitting the metal partition!

The solid partition was slightly dented by the huge momentum, scorched smoke hissed out under the licking of the tongue of fire, and the cockpit deformed, emitting a dull whine!

Corroded by the red sun, the glass of the cockpit softened in an instant, distorting the scarlet eyes reflected on it...

The king followed the gaze of the woman's back in the twilight, rolling with hidden anger.

……

Compared with the high-altitude travel held under Zhou Fangzun's armpit, the comfort of Hayami Zio's embrace is obviously a few blocks behind the former.

She was held up thoughtfully and her body leaned against her body. There was no bump when she landed, and every jump was as light as a cloud.

After landing, she left without stopping.

Akira Miura looked at the woman walking like flying with a cold face with some apprehension.

Sensing his gaze, Hayami Zio slowed down a little, and curled his lips at him with some reluctance: "Sorry, the autumn tour is coming to an early end."

Akira Miura shook his head vigorously, and grabbed her skirt tightly. "No, it's enough."

She flicked the boy's forehead with a wry smile, "Thank you for the comfort, the failed tour guide feels a little better."

"That's not it!" Akira Miura covered his forehead, "I think...

I learned a lot..." The voice became smaller and smaller, "Thank you. "

"Oh?" She tightened the little figure in her arms, "Then ask the teacher to check the impressions?"

Seeing Hayami Zio's face obviously eased a lot, Akira Miura breathed a sigh of relief, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"I always think it's amazing. Animals... I've only seen them in books before, but when I actually touch them, it feels completely different."

Her slightly frowned eyebrows slowly relaxed with the boy's crisp voice.

After a while, she raised her hand and gently covered the top of the child's head.

"...Unexpectedly good answer sheet."

Fingers brushed the boy's soft black hair.

"Life... Compared to those images and words printed on paper, I think it is... something more important, right?"

Akira Miura was stunned for a moment, and nodded after a while, half understanding.

"Good boy," she whispered.

The boy showed a slightly shy soft smile.

The two quickly walked out of the park, turned the last corner, and could already vaguely see the fountain in the zoo's open-air plaza.

After seeing the scene in the square clearly, the boy turned pale with fright!

The dark blue and the red sun are in stark contrast, and the entire square is full of soaring sun!All the pigeons by the fountain had already flown away, while the two groups of people in the square were all gearing up and ready to fly——

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The legendary Erkang hands ↑

Here, Fushimi and Hatta do not involve any pornographic plots, and it is forbidden to leave messages with dangerous tendencies, otherwise they will be served by tentacle.

☆, confrontation

The huge square was full of smog, and only the figures of the two teenagers stood out in the crowd——

Misaki Hatta roared, raised her club, kicked the ground with one foot, and rushed out like an arrow!

Fushimi Saru Hiko's expression could no longer be described as simply warlike.

[It doesn’t matter if you hate or miss you, no matter what kind of emotion, positive or negative, as long as you can be watched — fight and provoke by any means, and imprint the afterimage of this body on the opponent’s soul Among...]

Muttering the name of his former companions in his mouth, Fushimi Saru Hiko's pale face was reflected in a coquettish color by the two-color sun flames rolling around the blade at the same time!

Hatta, who came with pure and fiery foehn, collided head-on with Fushimi!

The blade and the club slammed into each other, and there was a sharp sound of gold and stone when parrying!It was just a round of fighting, Misaki Hatta was almost directly overturned by the opponent's terrifying energy intensity!

Relying on the convenience of her agility, Misaki Hatta leaned back and supported the ground with one leg to relieve the force. The solid granite ground was stunned to have a crack!

The ground of the square trembled violently——

With the two of them as the center, the messy air flow spread out radially, turning into a strong wind that cut the skin!

Companions who once fought side by side, once betrayed, become formidable opponents.

It's because they... know each other too well.

This vicious fight attracted the delinquents who were originally scattered all over the square to quickly gather together, and everyone began to stimulate their energy-on the other hand, the swordsmen of S4 were not as casual as the delinquents, who directly held the ball without saying a word The stick was about to be swung, but everyone was nervously waiting for Akiyama's order to draw the sword.

Qiushan Bingdu, who was stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes, suddenly felt that one head was two big.He tried his best to maintain a calm expression, and from the corner of his eyes, he frequently searched for the figure of the "savior", who still did not forget to call out loyally: "Mr. Fushimi, please calm down, we have no position to use force without permission!— —”

The third child in the youth group, who was immersed in supreme joy, let out a nervous laugh, and said in a calm manner: "Stop talking... just stand there and watch..."

At the same time, the Barbarians who were about to step forward to help their fists were also stopped by Hatta Misaki——

"Stand back!!"

The young man raised his arm flat, the veins on the back of the turned hand throbbed, and the anger in his roar was chilling.

"Listen to me—no one is allowed to interfere!!"

Fushimi laughed shortly again, trembling with excitement!When he drew the sword again, his left hand trembled slightly, and three short daggers with the meaning of cold light slipped out of his sleeve quietly.

The two charged again!

It's a pity that this time there was no fierce fighting as expected.

Like a miracle, when the two people who were running towards each other were about to collide again, a large dark blue light curtain rose up without warning, blocking the two of them!

Fushimi frowned, gritted his teeth and let out a "tsk", abruptly stopped on the way to buffer the inertia, and when he stopped completely, the tip of his nose almost touched the light curtain.

Misaki Hatta took off with the board vigilantly. Sure enough, the skateboard wheel did not penetrate the light curtain, but bounced off the light curtain after hitting the light curtain like usual flying sideways and grabbing the wall!

The axle rubbed against the solid, hard dark blue light curtain to make a weird muffled sound——

The boy reacted extremely quickly, picked up the front axle of the skateboard with one hand, and landed firmly after a beautiful backflip.

Lowering his head and spitting, Hatta Misaki looked around with a hostile face——

On the other side of the square, the King of Blue is approaching at a leisurely pace.

"Fushimi-kun," turned the sword flower with his right hand, and put the sword back into its sheath. Munakata Reisi's calm voice sounded like an adjudicator among the two people who suddenly quieted down. "Adding additional workload on vacation days...is not wise."

Qiushan Bingdu put away Erkang's hand without any trace, and silently put the terminal back into his pocket.

Fushimi straightened up with a gloomy expression, and after a moment of hesitation, he put away his weapon again, but his gaze was always following Hatta Misaki on the opposite side—it's a pity that the latter didn't look at him at all, but stared at Munakata as if he was facing an enemy .

This unexpected friction came and went quickly.

—— Hayami Ziyang stood quietly behind the fountain with Akira Miura in his arms, with a look of astonishment on his face. Before he could digest the scene in front of him, his boss suppressed the troublesome young man with two or three hands.

Akira Miura stared at Munakata curiously: "Who is that person...?"

"My boss." She pouted.

The boy let out an "oh", and looked at Reji Munakata standing next to the fountain with his hands resting behind his back with great interest. Unexpectedly, the latter suddenly turned his head to the side and looked straight in the direction of the two of them.

At the same time, footsteps came from behind——

Zhou Fangzun, who came belatedly, stood still beside the two of them, ignoring the unpleasant sizing of his old enemy, and casually pressed Miura Akira on the head. "Don't look at him."

Miura Akira turned his head obediently, "Why?"

"...Black belly is contagious." The king said lazily.

……

Munakata Reisi let out a faint sigh, and then greeted his subordinates. "Today was tough."

Hayami Ziyang walked towards the former with Miura Akira in his arms, and stood in the ranks of swordsmen.

Munakata Reisi Shi Shiran scanned the messy square, "The cadres on duty today are doing aftermath work—except for Fushimi. Enomoto, escort Master Miura back."

Akiyama and Enomoto should be at the same time, leading people away respectively.

After saying goodbye in a low voice, handing Miura Akira to Enomoto, Hayami Zio followed Munakata Reiji and turned away, without looking at Su Fangson again from the beginning to the end.

Consciously or unintentionally, while turning around, Munakata Rei cast a subtle look at his old enemy.

……

On the way to the exit of the park, the general of S4 and his demon sword fell into a subtle atmosphere of silence.

Hayami Zio glanced sideways at Reiji Munakata.

The side profile of the man is carved like jade, like a masterpiece from heaven, the stand-up collar of the uniform is ironed meticulously, and the gait is elegant when walking, which makes people have a kind of "chat in daily life".

The problem is the illusion of blasphemy.

...I really want to die.

Sensing the other party's gaze, Munakata Reji slightly lowered his head and looked back at her. "What, what's the matter?"

She breathed a sigh of relief and said with a straight face: "Boss, I think you are very handsome today."

Munakata Reishi had a smile on his lips, but didn't respond.

She lowered her face, "...don't deduct the year-end bonus too harshly?"

Munakata replied gently: "The issue of compensation will be discussed later." After a slight pause, he turned his face and looked straight ahead again.

The lens on the bridge of the man's nose reflects afterimages of the surrounding buildings.

Just before falling into silence again, he suddenly spoke again.

"Very depressed. Doesn't look like the outing was a success?"

She raised her eyebrows, "Don't be such a bitch, boss."

"Really? Seeing you with a sad expression of saying goodbye to your lover, I just want to comfort you from the standpoint of a friend." Munakata Reishi replied without changing his face.

"Tsk, goosebumps are coming up." She flicked her arm.

Munakata's lips curled up. "Yesterday, that man came to inquire about you. So I guess, he should...show his fangs and claws today?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Hayami Ziyang became angry: "...casually telling others the secret that the subordinate is an immortal is really helpful."

"I said it for the purpose of making him retreat in spite of difficulties." Munakata Reisi said calmly.

"Retire in spite of difficulties?" She showed a constipated expression, "You know that he will never."

"Oh, it's not a good sign." The man slowly rolled his eyes and looked at her, "It seems that you know that man—unexpectedly."

She choked.

Munakata Reiji lowered his eyes, the reflection of his glasses covering his eyes.Stretching out his hand to support his chin, he spoke thoughtfully—not so much for her, but as if he was talking to himself: "But...it's okay to let the annoying guy compromise in another way... interesting."

Hayami Ziyang simply interrupted his boss's brainstorming: "I want to move back to the dormitory."

Hearing this, the head of the Household Registration Division turned to look at her with a smile on his face, "You are welcome to use your official position to avoid harassment at any time." After thinking for a while, he added considerately: "Anyway, if the compensation is deducted from your salary, then you will be fined." It will be very difficult to continue renting a high-end apartment, right?"

She gritted her teeth and said yes.

There was no talking all the way, until when she returned to the door of the apartment in the patrol car of the household registration department, the king of blue opened the door for her in a gentlemanly way—and he didn't forget to make up for it.

"Write the inspection and hand it over to me before Monday afternoon."

……

"Miss Hayami, please take care in the future." Nakamura said earnestly, and handed the wagashi in his hand to Zio Hayami who was opposite.

Tumei put on a stinky face and folded her arms around her chest, "Move as soon as you say, without even a sign? At least use a decent reason!?"

Hayami Ziyang leaned against the truck with one hand on his hip and sprayed smoke rings: "Didn't I say it a long time ago, I want to avoid

Stalker~”

"Ghosts believe you!" Tumei couldn't bear it and yelled away.

Hayami Zio casually pinched the cigarette butt in his hand, walked to the side of Tumi in two steps, and stretched out his arms to hug the petite girl tightly.

Tumei was a whole head shorter than her, and she was stuck in her arms, she couldn't help but blushed, and hurriedly tried to push her: "What are you doing!?"

The woman smiled lightly and lowered her head, her lilac-colored eyes were extremely attractive; her slender fingers caressed the girl's cheeks, gently pinching the soft flesh on her cheeks.

Tumei was stunned for a moment by her look, and the next moment the other party's cheeks were already close, and she kissed the girl's side cheek like a dragonfly.

"Come and see me if you miss me, little rabbit beauty."

Nakamura on the side was stunned, and it was Tumi who blushed and yelled "Who is going!" at the woman's back before recovering.

The truck starts.

Gazing at the two smaller and smaller figures in the side-view mirror, Hayami Zio closed the car window and leaned on the back of the chair to rest.

The distance between the apartment and the household registration department is not far, but within 10 minutes the truck has parked at the side entrance where the household registration department is located.

I looked at my watch, it was just four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not time to get off work, and there was no one in front of the door.

The internal structure of the entire village is divided into several parts. Except for the storage room and the quarters of ordinary swordsmen, the rooms of the chief and Shili are all in the innermost place.Hayami Zio walked along the corridor to the room at the end, and after placing the luggage as quickly as possible, there were faint footsteps outside.

Seri Awashima just knocked on the door, Zio Hayami quickly opened the door and let people in.

After entering the door, the deputy chief looked around and found that everything was neatly arranged, so he commented lightly: "This is the only thing that is more presentable."

Hayami Zio threw herself on Seri Awashima with a smile: "If you always speak in the tone of a referee, you will get wrinkles."

Seri Awashima handed her the key card in his hand: "Let's take care of it for now, fingerprints will be entered in the small kitchen tomorrow."

The canteens in the garrison were divided into different sizes, and most of the swordsmen started their gangs in the same place.However, because Munakata often works unlimited overtime and irregular working hours, there is still a small kitchen that can be used at any time, and the number of times Hayami Zio goes to the big cafeteria can be counted on one hand.

Silently watching Zio Hayami put the key card into his pocket, Seri Awashima sighed. "It's really troublesome to do something special..."

"Don't say that, if you get too close to those guys, it will be terrible." She smiled wearily, and leaned her head on the shoulder of the deputy head. "It's getting stricter and stricter, as expected, I was led by the head of the room... I really miss my friends from Girls' Generation~"

Awashima Seri snorted softly.

"I complain every day that others have changed a lot. When I just woke up from the research institute, didn't the innocence on my face not come back?"

She froze for a moment, then straightened up and replied with a normal expression: "Yes, people will grow up."

Lighter, put your face out of the window and light the cigarette, "...wouldn't it be better if you didn't wake up?..."

Memories are intertwined, and thoughts gradually drift away.

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