port no other

With a look of deep hatred and hatred, he took the admission notice from the obviously related household, and said loudly: "Master, don't you think the United States is very dangerous?"

The blond young man looked serious: "In a few years, aliens will invade the United States and Africa."

A certain clan wearing a rabbit mask interrupted: "Your Highness, Yuqian doesn't know about the Marvel universe, so he can't get your meme."

The Golden King was stunned: "..."

The bored heir: "..."

"It still takes a few years to graduate from college, are you... all right?"

Although Guochang Road Dajue seems to be very energetic all the time, but people can't accept it. If the brain twitches, the whole Japan will shake three times.

The King of Gold stroked his beard, "It's just a university, old people can still afford it."

Even if a child's dream of studying cannot be realized, he is too much of a failure.

Hong Xiang: ... No, I don't want to study.

But it is also good to be lazy and play (late) for a few years before taking over.

After all, managing a country is much more tiring than going to school.And since he is studying at a university in the United States, he can definitely sign up for the illusion exam!

Just take a trip to America.

The blond young man said to the old man in a rather [grateful] tone: "Then old man, I'm leaving."

After the summer vacation in Japan, the fall semester is the second semester, and the time is usually around mid-August.In the United States, autumn is the most important admissions season, mostly on September [-]st.

Hong Xiang has just returned from Haichang, where school started. If he really wants to go to the United States to study at a university, he will report to MIT in about ten days.

However, the non-[things of this world] that were put down due to temporary cultivation must be sent back by express.

Boxes, gems, rings... As for the mobile phone ten years later?No, no, it's just a mobile phone, Qiqi won't be so stingy.

The blond-haired youth recalled the setting of [Character of the Campus], and then remembered the setting of [Japanese World Cup Champion Team Leader].

Going out with the original appearance may cause unnecessary trouble...

So Hongxiang set up an illusion for himself, and sneaked into Sawada Tsunayoshi's house swaggeringly.

High school starts, and junior high naturally starts too.Sawada Tsunayoshi, Gokudera Hayato and a group of junior high school students have all gone to school, and they will not waste their studies because of a battle.

Sawada Nana seems to be going shopping, there are only two breathing sounds in the house, they are Rambo and Ippei.

For the two cubs who were only five years old, Hong Xiang didn't want to waste his energy explaining. When they couldn't see him, he directly cast an illusion on the two cubs with his left eye.

The children who fell into sleep had no power to resist. With a slightly disgusted look in their eyes, Hongxiang reached out and took out the ten-year rocket launcher from Lanbo's exploding head.

The pupils of the blond youth dilated slightly in surprise.

Really, there was such a big mess before, did the ten-year rocket launcher dare to put it on Lanbo?

Thinking this way, Hong Xiang looked down and saw a shiny ring in Lan Bo's afro.

It is the same style as the Dakong ring in my pocket.

That's right, not to mention Balian's Ring War, after ten years of battle, Rambo has been confirmed as a member of Vongola, so the Povino family should pay more attention to Rambo.

Lan Bo is protected by Peng Lie, and they also have to keep one heart with Lan Bo, so there is no need to withdraw the family's trump card.

Having figured it out, Hong Xiang took out the [souvenirs] ten years later from his pocket one by one, placed them on the ground, and fixed the shape in a circle.

Then pick up the ten-year bazooka and smash it.

— nothing happened.

Hong Xiang: "..."

That's right, if dead objects can also be teleported, wouldn't Lanbo's hair always be changed from ten years later?

but……

The blond youth's expression turned serious.

It is impossible for him to enter the ten-year bazooka again!

Not to mention whether he will travel to other worlds, if he can really reach the world ten years later, Hong Xiang doesn't want to meet that big boss.

Heart will be tired.

Hong Xiang looked down at the [souvenir] that was still in place after taking away the bazooka, and fell into thought.

Since the courier can't deliver it, it can only be forgotten.

After more than four months, Hong Xiang returned to Yokohama.

He didn't go to [Senhe Club], but went to a secluded villa area.

It hasn't been long, and the surrounding roads haven't changed much. At most, there are a few new stores in the streets not far away.

The door of the house hasn't changed much, but Hongxiang is a bit belated...

Do you need a key or something to open the lock?

Ten years later, the iris without the fire of dead energy will go around the world, and the fluctuation of the fire with dead energy will turn to the earth.

Once back to ten years ago, he stood in front of the gate stupidly for a long time before the gate opened, and Hong Xiang was a little dazed for a while.

Forget it.

I was dumbfounded for only a second.

Climb the window.

With a flash of figure and golden light, Hong Xiang appeared in his bedroom on the second floor of his house.

As the villa of the young master of Hong Kong and black, the house arranged by the predecessor is of course excellent.Although the sound insulation effect is not as exaggerated as ten years later, this wall can indeed block a lot of sound. If there is a killer hiding his breath lurking inside, he may not be aware of it.

But after everything entered the house, there was no cover.

Today's Hongxiang house is empty.

I stayed in the Yuzhu Pagoda for a few days, so there are naturally clothes to change over there.But since he was going back, he had better bring back the secret clothes, so the blond youth was still wearing a set of clothes from ten years later.

Taking off his coat on the bed in his bedroom, Hong Xiang took out a thin shirt from the closet, and changed out of the ten-year-old clothes.

When he went downstairs, Hong Xiang looked at his home, but didn't notice any strange atmosphere.

There was an old note taped to the fridge.

I'll go back, He Hui!

(* ^ ▽ ^ *)

- Torliu 4.9

The handwriting is crooked as always, it seems that it is really hard for the dragon to write human characters.

However, April [-]th?

Isn't that when he was hit by a ten-year bazooka to a hundred years ago?

According to Thor's ability, as soon as he returns to this time and space, she should be able to detect it.

No wonder I haven't come to look for him these days, did I go back to my hometown?

He took out a bottle of canned milk tea from the refrigerator, and went out of the room again.

Originally, I thought about packing my luggage and going back to the Imperial Pillar Tower... But Thor returned to his hometown on April 4th. He went a hundred years ago. Did Liu live here alone in these four months?

It must be a little lonely.

With a turn of footsteps, the young man walked in the direction of Gang Hei.

……

[Moriwa Club] has become a subsidiary of the King of Gold. Mori Ogai has not announced this matter. Only the five major cadres are qualified to know.

Mori Ogai changed his previous aggressive style and began to be gentle. Even the trade between gangsters was unilaterally terminated, and he began to move closer to orthodox merchants.

Murder and arson are not allowed.

The orders given by the Hong Kong Black Boss were inexplicable, but among them, the high-level executives who were more probing launched a "superior bird" and was brutally executed by Mori Ogai. Many high-level officials were quiet and stable for a while.

But it is only temporary after all.

How could the black trade production chain they had before be broken so easily?

After receiving direct evidence from Osamu Dazai that a high-level executive violated his order, the reflection of Mori Ogai's red eyes was drawn across the scalpel, without any scruples about the high-level support for his position, and he was thrown away. Into the dungeon.

This warning finally deterred those high-level executives who were just about to take chances.

At the same time, Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu were promoted to cadre candidates because of their outstanding performance.

Although it is something that only cadres can know, but Osamu Dazai's mind has already touched every corner of the truth.

"Odasaku, with your ability, you can definitely get promoted and raise your salary~"

The man with reddish-brown hair refused without hesitation: "I told you, Dazai, I won't kill anyone again."

The bandage-wrapped man approached with a smile, "It's okay, let's go to Hong Kong Hei first, and the name has been changed to Hong Kong Bai. A powerful figure like Odasaku will definitely be promoted soon!"

Oda Sakunosuke didn't answer. After all, sometimes Dazai's words are so nonsensical, so you don't need to think about refuting or following his train of thought, just listen.

boom--

"Chuya, the next ambush is up to you~" Osamu Dazai yawned, lowered his hand holding the gun, and gave up the attack.

The slightly short figure in the hat gave a disdainful "tsk", and used his supernatural power to wipe out all the enemies lurking in the dark in one go.

The lazy man had no expression on his face, but his tone was exaggerated and flattering: "As expected of Chuya! He actually killed the enemy all at once! That's amazing! I adore you!"

Duang!

The heel of the leather shoe fell to the ground, and the red-black gravity shattered the ground under Zhongya Nakahara's feet into a spider web, and the veins on his forehead popped up: "Bastard Dazai, what the hell are you doing?"

Osamu Dazai walked away with his coat on, and waved to the hat rack behind him, "Come on, Mr. Mori said we have guests."

……guest?

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused and quickly followed.

Entering the elevator of [Moriwa Club], there is a little distance between the two.

Osamu Dazai has never told Chuya Nakahara any information, which made Chuya Nakahara start to be irritable for no reason again.

"Hey Dazai, what did the leader say?"

The man with the bandage on his face cast a sidelong glance at the brown-haired man, "I told you about meeting guests—people—ah, Chuya, do you have something wrong with your ears? Go see a doctor sooner."

After confirming the identities of the two quasi-cadres, the guards at the door of the chief's room opened the door for them.

The sharp-eyed two saw that Mori Ogai was no longer behind the desk, but was sitting on the sofa for the reception.

This means that the opponent has at least the same level of strength as Hong Kong and Black, and is worthy of being treated by the boss.

"Well, it's Dazai-kun and Zhongyuan-kun." The boy with white hair and purple eyes glanced at the two visitors, "They are all familiar faces~"

Zhong Yuanzhong wasn't very good at hiding his micro-expressions, Bai Lan could easily see his surprise and confusion.The brown-haired man whispered, "Dazai, do you know this man?"

"I don't know." Osamu Dazai spread his hands, and replied sullenly: "Mr. Mori, this [guest] should have nothing to do with me and Zhongya."

Sitting on the sofa, the Hong Kong black boss also had a strange look on his face, "Oh, it seems that they don't know you, Jesso-jun."

It was actually the first time for Bai Lan, who got the memories of ten years later, to see these people, but the white-haired boy didn't panic at all, "In this case, I will invite Mr. He Hui out."

As soon as the words fell, several people suddenly turned their heads to the corner of the chief's office.

Mori Ogai picked up the scalpel from his arms, Nakahara Nakaya stepped back, shifted his center of gravity, and made an attacking gesture. Even Dazai Osamu, who had been idling all the time, secretly put his hand into the fake pocket of his coat and touched it. gun handle.

With a flash of light and shadow, the figure of the blond youth was exposed in their sight.

"Well, don't get excited, I'm just passing by for a milk tea?" Hong Xiang held the metal milk tea can in one hand, and raised the other hand to signal them to relax.