[Comprehensive] Dark Benmaru?Try Suzuo

The ice made by the flame of death finally melted naturally after a day and a night. It is unknown how much effort Spedo expended and whether he has used the spiritual world to harass others. He came out of the ice. At that time, I happened to meet Arnold walking through the garden.

The shivering Spedo flicked the water off the leaves of the mushrooms, and looked at Arnold with the red phoenix eyes. The two of them simply had a fight in the garden again. If Giotto who arrived later saw that the two of them simply threw it over for repairs. In terms of payment, two zero-point breakthroughs will be given to the two.

Spedo remembered who made him an ice sculpture here for a day and a night, held a Xiaowang playing card between his fingertips, put it on his lips and kissed it ambiguously, and threw the card to Arnold after Giotto left .

"A Japanese warlock should make you a little interested?" What Spedo wrote and said was like a devil's whisper. The information he gave Arnold could not be called misleading, but it was all his one-sided words. And...he felt the need to contact that person.

Flipping through the Italian text written on the front of Xiao Wang, Arnold casually threw the playing cards into the trash can. It's not bad if he can believe this man's nonsense.

I don't know why he figured out the secret code of the intelligence department after that, and he will beat those subordinates hard when he goes back.Turning up the stand-up collar of the black windbreaker, Arnold walked upstairs quickly, and met the person he wanted to pay attention to at the stairs on the second floor. The two sides nodded and passed each other.

Without continuing to walk, Arnold stopped in front of the railing, watched the black-haired man walk away, and labeled him as "dangerous".

Why did Giotto keep this man?Just rely on his intuition? Giotto's super intuition has never made a mistake, and even led the Pengo Lie family to escape the crisis several times, to where it is today. The man who is as wide as the sky said that he was able to find these guardians entirely by virtue of his super intuition .

Super intuition, super intuition, five times to ask that man, three times he would use super intuition to prevaricate, the immature family leader in the early years has long since become tactful.The Giotto who would cry poorly at the castle destroyed by the guardian is gone, replaced by Giotto who sent them to spend the winter with a kind smile on his face.

"But this time, is it really super intuitive?" Giotto stopped the pen in his hand and raised his head with an innocent expression on his face. He tried to make his attitude sincere and let Arnold believe him, "In that small street From the moment I saw him on the Internet, I had a premonition that he would help our family, don't you think he saved Elena?"

"Humph."

Arnold snorted coldly, and didn't easily believe Giotto's words. If it's just this point, it's fine to arrange people in other bases, why bring them back to the base camp.

"Probably because... I still feel vaguely uneasy in my heart." The pen left a deep ink dot on the paper, and it gradually spread out. The paper was considered useless, and Giotto crumpled it Throwing the ball into the brazier, "There is a voice in my heart telling me to bring him back. After bringing him back, my anxiety has been relieved a lot."

Arnold would not listen to such fantastic words on others, but Giotto's blue eyes are full of seriousness, and when he stares into Arnold's eyes and speaks, anyone will be tolerated.

"As for that man, I will investigate through my own channels."

Giotto twirled his pen, watched Arnold leave his office, dragged his chin, thinking idly, if Arnold found that he couldn't find anything, would he come back and destroy his office?

The man who was called Mr. Tuanfan has also gotten used to this title in the past few days. Anyway, he can’t remember his own name, and Tuanfan sounds familiar in Japanese. In addition, his weapon is indeed a dough fan. Also the default.

The only one fanning around in front of him all day long was the green-haired kid, a black-haired man in his thirties and forties who treated Lanbao in his 20s like a child.

"Mr. Tuanfan, where is your weapon?" Lan Bao has only been searching in the castle for the past few days. Even the house of Mr. Tuanfan has been searched, but he has not seen the weapon. He still wanted to study it. .

"It's put away." A few syllables in a few words, the black-haired man leaned on the back of the sofa, his long hair was flattened, and he was holding a language book in his hand. He was studying when he had nothing to do. He has learned Italian, simple greetings, and daily communication can still be done with a dictionary.

Seeing that the other party didn't explain clearly, Lan Bao had no choice but to lay down on the sofa in a daze, took a piece of wagashi from the plate and ate it, and then his face was puckered up by the sweetness.Lan Bao knew that there was a saying about sour teeth, but he never thought about the overly sweet taste, which was so cloying.

After rushing to the edge of the pool and taking a few sips of water, Lan Bao washed away the sweet taste in his mouth, but he still felt a little twisted.

Looking back at the side of the hall, the black-haired man picked up a piece of snack, put it into his mouth and swallowed it without changing his expression, looking very satisfied.

Lan Bao didn't believe the evil, just thought that he had won the lottery, so he touched the side of the plate again, picked out a snow rabbit-shaped snack and stuffed it into his mouth, it still had the same taste as before, the unwashed sweetness disappeared in an instant It filled the mouth, and Lan Bao spit it out immediately.

"Lan Bao?" After rinsing his mouth this time, Lan Bao bumped into Yuyue who was delivering afternoon tea, "Where are you going so aggressively?"

"Go and fire the chef! Is this knocking over the sugar bowl? It's so sweet to me." The furious young master Lan Bao suddenly became angry, pouring water into his mouth with a bitter face, and complaining about what happened to him just now.

"Oh, that." Yuyue stopped Lan Bao with a smile. In this castle, he chatted with the black-haired man the most. "It's just his own taste. I specially asked the chef to make it sweeter."

This is not a little sweet, this is sweet to death.

After being told the truth by Yuyue, Lan Bao calmed down his young master's temper, and turned back to the hall with a whimper, this time he saw someone else was sitting where he was originally sitting.

"Sivnora... why is Sivnora here!" Lan Bao asked Yuyue tightly by his sleeve.

"I don't know either." Pressing Lan Bao's shoulder and pushing back, Yuyue signaled Lan Bao to report to Giotto immediately. He always felt that Giotto's younger brother was a bit unfriendly.

The stare-by-eye situation has lasted for almost 5 minutes. Sivnora was a little impatient. Sparks kept popping out of his palms. He wanted to rub a fireball with the flame of anger and throw it on the opposite head. What he said was very simple He should be able to understand the words at the other party's level, but he didn't respond at all.

The black-haired man stared at the man opposite him, and a fireball condensed in his palm from time to time. The firelight made his black pupils red, and the hair tied behind his neck hung down to his chest.

It should be... softer, the outline of the face will be similar to his, and then when he looks at himself, he will not be as fierce as this man, his smile is gentle and gentle, and he is much shorter than him.

The black-haired man thought that this might be the appearance of another person, the one he called Quanna.

Detached from his own thoughts in a trance, the man nodded coldly, as an answer to the question just now.

"You!" The fireball almost came out of her hand, Sivnora suppressed her own anger, narrowed her eyes slightly, and sat back half-up.

He came here from Palermo entirely because of Spedo's private summons, saying that his brother had picked up a suspicious Japanese from somewhere, and that even Arnold couldn't find out about him.

Because Pengo Li's strength was gradually weakened, Sivnora was already dissatisfied with his cousin. The news of the attack on the small foothold last time reached his ears, which made his anger rise to another level. Now I heard that Giotto is picking people up again?

Even if Giotto came to tell him that it was super intuitive, it was useless, he would not be easily persuaded by Giotto!

The black-haired man was still sitting there, and the other party did not continue to speak. He was immersed in his own world again, and began to piece together the portrait belonging to "Quenna". Compared with the "Hashirama" that suddenly entered his mind, he did not completely Remember the appearance of "Quanna".

He raised his eyes halfway, and the blond man who brought him back and the black-haired man opposite him were speaking in a language he was not familiar with. The speed of the speech was too fast, and the words were too localized, and he could barely hear a few words clearly. After the syllable, he retracted his gaze.

It seems that we are going to quarrel?

Sivnora argued with Giotto about the identity of the strange man for a long time, but Giotto insisted on keeping him, and Sivnora insisted on asking Giotto to hand him the man over to her, and she would eventually let him tell his story after the first trial.

"Tch, then this question can be put aside." Giotto refused to back down, so Sivnora hit the wall with a fist, and the powder on the ceiling was shaken off a little, "Do you know that the people of the Grace family have already You are coming here, and their alliance family seems to have moved."

The leader of the O'Neill family knocked on the door of the distinguished guest, and found that the other party was carefully wiping the knife in his hand, with a smile on his face, he leaned forward and said a few words. After receiving a positive answer from the other party, the leader slowed down He backed out slowly, and before leaving, he looked at the pillar-like figures by the window, still feeling apprehensive.

He met this little ancestor two weeks ago. Before his subordinates had time to make a move, the tall bodyguard next to him shaved off the hair on the top of his head.

Immediately afterwards, this seemingly kind-faced ancestor smiled softly, walked up to him and spoke a bunch of words in an unknown language, and found that the eyes of the ancestor who did not understand the language changed, and the bloody red led him into another place. world.

After that there was no more, he vomited when his collar was loosened, he was still nauseated after being forced to recall his entire life, and at the same time the ancestor spit out a few syllables, at least he understood.

"Are you the local snake here? I want you to help find someone."

The author has something to say: Welcome Quan Nai to come on stage, Peng Gelie, please make offerings to Master Madara, otherwise the castle will be demolished x