[Comprehensive] Dark Benmaru?Try Suzuo

In the destroyed city, when the workers filled the holes, the illusionist provided by Vengley maintained the superficial calm. In some people's eyes, those pedestrians were walking in the air, but they didn't know it.

"Hey... reborn, what are you talking about?" Gangji sighed a long time. As the tenth generation of Pengelie, he still needs to come over to supervise the work. Speaking of which, why ordinary people have such an explanation for making movies? The ability to accept is so high, does everyone understand it?

"It's better than having an accident." Reborn lowered the brim of his hat, he didn't want to recall the chaos yesterday, and the chaos of Vengola's Japanese branch now.

Yesterday, the pair of brothers did not pursue Balian's responsibility anymore, which gave Gang Ji a sigh of relief, but the scene that was like a Shura field afterwards made Gang Ji unable to deal with it.

The first thing Mukuro did after the ice block was unsealed was to shake off what Spedo had done for so many years, and also gave a small illusion theater for everyone present. It doesn't matter if Giotto is immune to illusion, others can see.

"So...D he is dissatisfied with my reduction of Vongola's strength? Designing to frame the Simon family? Force me to abdicate and go to Japan? And serve as a fog guard for Sivnora?" The more Giotto said, the more gentle the smile on his face, waiting for him to finally After one word fell, Spedo, who had no time to slip away, was frozen into an ice sculpture. In terms of technique and the sophistication of the ice sculpture, Tsuna still has a lot to learn from the first generation.

After laughing, Giotto fell into deep thought, and under Tsunayoshi's surprised eyes, he expressed the possibility that history has changed.

"If it's really about Elena... She's living a good life now. In order to prevent her from having trouble with us, D has already sent her back to her father." The identity of the Duke is over there. At the same time, it is still safe to follow them, "In the end, I have to thank that Mr. Ban, he saved Elena."

Oh, there is such a relationship.

After talking about Spedo, the second-generation Vengley in history, that is, the first-generation cousin Sivnora lifted his cousin's collar and asked viciously: "I forced you to go to Japan? Ah? Really? Didn't you throw the mess at me?"

"Sivnora, don't be angry, nothing happened, did it?" Giotto persuaded his cousin in a good voice, telling him not to smash the flames of anger on his face, it would be bad if he disfigured .

"Yeah, that's the only face you can see." Sivnora put down Giotto angrily, and made an astonishing evaluation.

The first-generation leader who can only see his face has attracted much attention. The eyes of the entire branch glanced at his face a few times, and he has to admit that the second-generation leader is right. Just looking at this face feels pleasing to the eye. Before speaking, the initial goodwill starts at 80.

Originally, Giotto had already calmed Sivnora, but Arnold, who was sitting on the sidelines and flipping through the political news of this era, said coolly, successfully rekindling Sivnora's anger.

"It is [-]% possible that Giotto will still pass Vengley to you for the same reason after he goes back."

"Ah, sure enough, Giotto, you bastard should be beaten."

"Sivnora! Listen to me!"

The first-generation second-generation brothers' fighting against the wall staged at Pengo Lie's Japanese branch was very exciting, which directly led to the extremely low work efficiency of the day. The onlookers were all amazed by the fighting skills of the two.

Of course, there are others who are doing other things.

"Hee hee hee, Ma Meng, why are you filming this?"

"Sister Mu, the battle scenes of the first and second generations of Vengley will definitely sell for a lot of money."

"Calm down, too! Hey——" Squalo took the small camera away while Mamon covered his ears with pain. "It's okay to show the boss, and it's better to sell it."

Xanxus, far away in Italy, received a document. He thought it was a new order, but he clicked on the video casually, and crushed the wine glass by mistake in the next second.

... What is the rare scene of the first generation of Vengley and the second generation of Vengley fighting, are they playing corpses?

Nakaya threw Akutagawa on Dazai's back, wiped the blood from his face with Dazai's windbreaker, and slapped the people in Guangjin who had been beaten badly by the kidnappers. Bring back.

"Hey, what are you throwing people at me for? I have nothing to do with you." Dazai almost subconsciously threw the person to the ground, but when he saw Pengo Lie's gaze from the opposite side, he still carried the person on his back, "Forget it Yes, I can barely give you face."

Zhong Ye, as the person with the most right to speak in the Hong Kong black scene, communicated with the leader of Pengelie for a few words, put his hat back on his head, and prepared to leave.

"Send it outside the site and you can get out." Zhong also didn't feel very good after being possessed by someone. He felt dizzy after less than ten people floated. I have to go to the infirmary.

"Hey, I'm a coolie, and I saved you, Chuya." Dazai dragged his voice lazily, walking behind Chuya with the fainted Akutagawa on his back, "That's how you treat your savior— -"?Without saying the last word, he was startled by Nakaya's knife against his throat.

"Thank you for saving me... Do you think I would really say that?" Dazai didn't mention it, but Chuya became agitated when he mentioned it, "Who said they would send me back last time, huh? The results of it!"

As a result, he in the Central Plains used the ground as his bed and the sky as his quilt, and slept soundly. Fortunately, he was discovered to be a member of Hong Kong gangsters. up.

"I have to help you fold your clothes." Osamu Dazai smiled extremely.

"Shut up!" Chuya's anger rose to the extreme, he finally didn't do anything to the man with a playful smile, he just let out a cold snort, retracted his knife and walked forward again.

The night of the resurrection of the old Shuanghei will be enough, there is no need for more.

The two of them looked at each other in silence for the rest of the way. Outside the territory of Hong Kong and Hei, Zhong also picked up Akutagawa and began to chase people away: "Hurry up, get out, I will definitely kill you next time I see you."

"It's so unfeeling, Chuya, throw it away when you're done using it." Dazai wiped his tears hypocritically, and found that the people watching the theater didn't show any sign, so he put away his foolish expression, "Hook up with the biggest mafia in Italy Is it a good harvest?"

"Probably." Although Hong Kong gangsters disturbed the work of the Fengji Consortium, it seemed that Peng Lie felt that his guardian's behavior was too bad, so he sent an apology.

After watching the man in the beige windbreaker go away, Chuya called his subordinates back, but he always felt that his subordinates' eyes were a little strange.

——I knew that Lord Zhongyuan had an unusual relationship with that person, so it was like this?

——Shh, it's good to know some things in your heart, speaking out will lead to death.

A certain suicide lover who was humming a ditty was accused by his colleagues when he returned home. As for why the phone couldn’t get through, he gave a reply that his phone fell into the water, saying that his Kunikida chose to throw Atsushi Nakajima to him back.

"Hey, why are both of you like this?" Although Dazai said so, he still carried Atsushi on his back. He remembered that the way back to the detective agency was still going on, and some of them left.

"Everything is like this?"

"No, nothing."

Konoha Bookstore was open as usual, and Izumi Mamoru, who was guarding the counter, noticed someone coming in, he dragged his voice and shouted a welcome, and continued to look at the novel in front of him without raising his head, until Horikawa said "Master" before making him stand up.

"The lord is back?" Izumi Shou hurriedly hid the novel, pretending to be working hard.

A group of people marched in. In addition to Izumi Mamoru's familiar judge, Awataguchi's knives also dragged an adult in together. The person who was dragged in had no sense of crisis at all and was still smiling.

His face was bruised and purple, and Maeda who shot was standing behind Dadianta, he was quite ruthless when fighting, and when he was caught, he became a little shy, and put all the credit for catching the instigator on Daidiana.

"It's all thanks to Dadian Taidian." Dadiantai looked blank, and Sao Sujian beside him pointed at himself, accusing Maeda of not being able to ignore his own contribution.

"Sir, this way please." The black and white twins invited Heihejima Shizuo who came over, and gave him a seat. "Would you like something to drink?" Niaowei asked holding a plate.

"No...you can do whatever you want." Shizuo was just a little worried about what these people would do if they caught this flea, but he didn't expect to run from Ikebukuro to Tokyo, and it was thanks to his physical strength that he didn't get thrown off.

"Then just boil water." Gu Gu quickly decided what to drink for this guest.

A mouthful of scalding boiled water spewed out of his mouth as soon as he drank it, Shizuo coughed a few times, but couldn't help but said, "What are you going to do with him?"

"It's nothing." At some point, Jing Xiong met a black-haired young man, playing with his pigtails, and said kindly, "Just let him know who he can't mess with."

"We are good people, and we will return the person to you intact." After the black-haired young man finished speaking, he heard the yellow-haired child who ran to his side complain a few words, and ordered the tallest man in the store to clean up. Put a fluffy cover on the sharp long | gun, and a special feather duster is complete.

No... Shizuo understood more things from the man's kind smile, his intuition told him that things were not that simple, that dead flea would... Shizuo looked in the direction where Linya was, and bumped into a bloody ocean.

The cup in his hand fell unconsciously, and when it shattered into pieces on the ground, Gu Gu swept the pieces away expressionlessly, and Bodo took a calculator and began to calculate how much money he would squeeze out of this person.

Orihara Lin also set up a game, and finally included himself in the calculation. He just miscalculated the combat power of the target person, and it would be nice if he could turn the entire underworld into a mess.

But these eyes are really beautiful, Orihara Rin sighed before falling into endless hell.

Madara, who fainted two at once and accidentally injured the second person, was stunned for a moment, and asked Fu Sangshen beside him to carry him away.

"Just carry it... Let him see the real hell." The corner of Madara's mouth curled up, and he had a good idea.

Orihara opened his eyes again, he had never seen it before... Shi Zhu, and two strange-shaped animals, clearly speaking human words, but their bodies were animals, and when he looked to the side, the person who made him unconscious was fighting with him in front of him. communicate with others.

"That's it...it's not impossible." Gui Deng rubbed his chin, put the mace in his hand on his shoulder, leaned closer and looked at Lin Ye, "He is also a person who will go to hell, Mr. Uchiha took him to do it You can go there with a certificate, let me ask one more question, are you really not interested in working in hell?" It would be a waste for such a talent not to come.

"We'll talk about it after we die." Madara replied casually, and brought the intelligence dealer to the table, and took out a piece of paper with a swaying gesture, and handed it to Lin Ye.

What did Orihara Rin also see?Name, date of birth and death... How can I fill in the date of birth and death before he is dead?Just as I was about to fill it in with a swipe of a pen, I was stopped by the ghost lamp.

"If you really fill it out, you might really die on that day." Ghost Lamp's gloomy tone made Lin stop his pen, "Just write your name."

"Today I will cut a mountain for you."

Ghost Lantern looked at the black long-haired man who was gradually going away, and said back the words he muttered to himself.

Does this person have any self-awareness? The possibility of death no longer exists for him.

Because this is the second time I have come to Hell, I can't say I'm familiar with the way, at least no one who doesn't have eyesight has come over, and everyone seems to be immersed in the fear of being ruled by Susanoo.

Where are you going?Madara beckoned to the child with ghost horns who was sweeping the floor, and asked him to take this living soul to various hells to open his eyes.

"Eh? So..." The white-haired child froze for a moment, and when he was about to ask something, his companion tightly covered his mouth.

"Yes! Let's take him to visit immediately!" Tang Gua hurriedly pulled him away.

Like a resident of hell, Madara happened to be wearing a kimono today, and he didn't feel any disobedience when walking in hell. He first detoured to the place where Hashirama worked.

There were screams one after another. Hell is not a place that treats sinners kindly. Whenever Hashirama reached out and touched the sinner's shoulder, he could hear the other party crying. He cried and said that he was wrong and begged him to let him go. Own.

"It's too dazzling, I'm going to be burned!" The sinner covered his eyes and fell to the ground without saying a word, losing consciousness. Hashirama waved his hand to let the jailer carry him away and pull the next one up.

When the jailer found Madara coming, he wanted to call Hashirama to come up, but Madara stopped them, saying that he could just watch from above, and he saw noon.

Hashirama was obsessed with work, that is, the work of repeatedly touching people and letting people carry criminals down. The only pleasure was listening to their confessions of their guilt. Only after listening to them did he realize that people's hearts can be so sinister.

"Madara! Why are you here!" When it was lunch break, Hashirama looked up and saw an unexpected figure, leaped to Madara's side, hooked the other's shoulder as usual, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Go How about a drink!"

"It didn't take long to send that intelligence dealer around hell." One morning was understated as not long, and the jailer next to him blinked and didn't speak.

Finally, Hashirama happily hooked Madara to the shop where the jailers often go, ordered several bottles of wine, and felt like he wanted to get drunk with Madara.

"You don't go to work in the afternoon?" Even though he asked, Madara's hands kept moving, and he lightly touched the wine glass with Hashirama, and drank the shochu in one gulp.

The jailer next to him was very discerning, and said in time that the workload in the column room had reached the standard, and it would be no problem to rest this afternoon.

"Then I'll take Madara for a walk around the street. I walked too hastily last time."

After three rounds of drinking, Hashirama, who didn't use any chakra to dissolve the alcohol, blushed, held Madara's hand drunkenly, and began to talk about the mountains. From hell to the interesting sinners he met, he was speechless. Did not say.

Madara sat opposite him, sipping the wine in the wine cup, her hand was tightly held by the other party, and she let Hashirama go after she couldn't withdraw, listening carefully to what Hashirama said, nodding her head from time to time.

"There's a gambling shop on this street!" Hashirama told Madara about his experience emphatically. His gambling luck has never been very good, and that time he lost even worse. All will be paid there.

"Is that why you haven't paid Quanna back yet?"

"Well...not really." Hashirama skipped over this topic in a daze, and talked about the next news, "On the streets of Hezhong Hell... there was a flower cut cooking fox Yuqian, and he was almost trapped."

"That little brother who spoke foreign languages ​​that day said he had no money, and I was almost deceived! He wore a white turban on his head, a white coat on his body, and reddish patterns at the end of his eyes."

"Is that the person?" Madara pointed along the back of Hashirama, there was a guy who was also drunk with his arms around a beautiful girl on the edge of the wall.

"That's right, it's him!"

The divine beast from Taoyuan Township obviously also noticed the commotion over there. He asked the woman in his arms to be calm, and walked over with a small bottle of sake wobbly. Shoulder: "Isn't this the one from that day? Are the girls in Huajie cute? The one I introduced to you is the most famous one there."

Bai Ze directly introduced Daji to Zhujian.

Even though his brain was paralyzed by alcohol, Hashirama still understood Bai Ze's words, and he quickly denied to Madara that he did not enter that brothel.

"Hmm..." Bai Ze understood something, blushing, and gently shook his glass, "What's so good about a tough man? No wonder you refused to go in that day."

"No, Madara is fine!" Bai Ze's words seemed to have touched a certain switch in Hashirama, and he began to popularize science with this man who had a double relationship. His Madara is such a good person. It's the beginning of the story about him and Madara.

It's still the old-fashioned way. From meeting to acquaintance, Bai Ze is not interested in the love story of a big man and a big man. He just wanted to escape when he was trapped in place by Hashirama with a wooden escape. Bai Ze tried to cast his eyes for help. The little sister over there, the young lady gave him a bright smile, drank the wine on her own, and had no choice but to continue listening.

"... Then I built the village with Madara, and then..." The voice gradually softened, and Hashirama was so sleepy that he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Madara found that the man was asleep, and mercifully burned the wooden tunnel that trapped Bai Ze with fire, but his legs were numb from kneeling for a long time, and the moment he was untied, he fell down directly. on the ground.

The girl ran away early, leaving him behind who didn't pay for the drink, Bai Ze rubbed his knees, feeling that today was extremely unlucky.He stood up, and in order to avoid the new employee from hell suddenly waking up and chatting with him overnight, Bai Ze hurriedly slipped away. He was considered the second most troublesome person, and the ghost lamp was the first.

How to chat with different sexual orientations?

Madara poured himself a glass of wine slowly, and with Hashirama's shallow breathing, Madara also fell into the memories of the past. Maybe it's because people are old, and they like to recall the stories of their youth.

Hashirama slept all afternoon, and he didn't practice the shopping that he had agreed to. After he woke up, he repeatedly told Madara that he would definitely go shopping with him next time.

"Accompany you to the casino?" In Madara's rare joke, today's day's schedule is considered to be over. At the gate of hell, he brought back the dazed intelligence dealer.

"According to the process, his memory should be erased, but since you have guaranteed it." Gui Deng wrote and drew over there with a notebook, "You did tricks on him, right? Then I don't worry, and today I will Thank you for helping to level the mountain, welcome to hell next time."

Madara responded lightly, and those unreal images were still playing back in the mind of a certain Ikebukuro intelligence dealer. As an atheist, his long-standing world view was completely broken.

After being sent back to his residence, Lin also found that there was still a person he hated the most lying in his room.

Suddenly, I feel that Xiaojing is more likable than the scenery of hell, right?

In fact, apart from those fusangshen who participated in the battle, Honmaru's other swords also made efforts. For example, several old people in Honmaru also fought on the front line, although they hit the wrong person.

"Oh, sorry, it doesn't seem to be you." The unlucky organization in black was beaten with a sap, and was finally thrown into the alley, waiting for the moment of nature to wake up.

"It really looks like an old man. I misread it." San Riyue retracted the sword with a smile, and the unconscious man in black on the ground was bleeding profusely.

The black fox who was still following him casually bandaged him in order to prevent his life. Of course, if no one found him for too long, he would still lose too much blood and die.

"Obviously you want to make trouble." Heihu muttered softly, and lifted the collar of a lost old man, "Wrong way, this is the direction to go back."

The same thing happened in other places. A green-haired old man dragged his friend to sit in a certain teahouse, drinking tea with many old real old people, comforting his friend over and over again.

"It's okay, Baoping, sit down and have a cup of tea."

"I can't lose to those guys!" Da Baoping was indignant, but no matter what he couldn't call his partner away, he could only sit there aggrieved, picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth, " So why should I sit here and drink tea with you!"

"You can also go by yourself." Yingwan leisurely ordered another portion of the tea that Da Baoping had finished drinking.

"... Forget it." Da Baoping put the main body on his lap, "Just compete with them next time."

The author has something to say: I died on homework, why is there such a troublesome thing in statistics

The follow-up should have been explained, let the black organization come out and lie down as a corpse, and continue to change the dungeon in the next chapter, it should be counted as the penultimate dungeon