[Family Education] Jiudaimu Parenting Diary

He also got into the driver's seat and started an antique car that is worth tens of millions in modern times.

"Ahem..." Timoteo's eyes hurt from the smoke.

The person in front also pretended to cough, to remind his boss who was not at all gentlemanly.

The eldest cousin opened the window and casually ejected the cigarette butts outside, the air circulated, and the pungent smell in the car finally disappeared.

But even with the wind blowing in, Timoteo still broke out in cold sweat on his back, because he was really not sure if the old man still remembered his face.

"...Where are we going?" He asked in a very low voice. He has not yet reached the stage of changing his voice, and with his professionalism as a dramatist, he can completely imitate Miss Ophelia's voice.

The eldest cousin didn't speak, and it was the person in front who answered him: "The host of this banquet is the sixth-generation head of the Tommaso family. Due to the special nature of the banquet, you need to remember some things to pay attention to. "

Timoteo picked up the notebook silently in his heart. The eldest cousin is the only son of the leader of the outside consultant organization. It is impossible to come to France just to pick up girls. It is more likely because of mission needs, such as the thorny family Thomas search.

"Please don't be nervous, you just need to cooperate with the young master, as a mistress." As soon as the man finished speaking, Timoteo felt the big hands around his waist tightened again, making him almost cling to on the man.

If it was someone else who was so salty, Timoteo would have jumped out of the car and run away, but he didn't dare to move, really didn't dare to move.

"Anyway, it's enough to be close to the young master. If necessary, please... well, cooperate." The tone of the person in front had an inexplicable gloating.

"???" Timoteo asked with a black question mark. Isn't it enough to just eat and dance with him? Why does it feel like there is something else.

"Head up," the man ordered.

Timoteo froze, wait a minute, that...

The man forcibly lifted his chin, and he really didn't show any mercy because it was a woman. He could hear his neck, which was as hard as a thousand-year-old corpse, groaning.

"If you don't want to, get out." The eldest cousin pinched his face and said coldly.

"No... I'm just a little bit...!!" In the next second, the big cousin's actions almost scared him out of his wits. He was so frightened that he didn't even have time to resist, and his lips and tongue were snatched away by another man.

If you cooperate with it, isn't it just being eaten tofu!

No wonder Miss Ophelia never accepts the invitations of these rich kids, it's just playing hooligans!

As the young master's subordinate, Tox closed the rearview mirror thoughtfully, well, everything in the back seat has nothing to do with him.

But unexpectedly, this kiss is domineering yet gentle. The kiss is also guiding him how to go deep. It can be called a teaching model of French wet kissing. It is obvious that this uncle has practiced it on many girls.

After the kiss was over, Timoteo was dizzy from being kissed, but still insisted on the last bit of integrity, and replaced the face of his big cousin with the face of his sweetheart in his mind.

"Remember the feeling just now, I won't teach you a second time." The big cousin who took advantage and put on a bad face spoke quite righteously.

In this regard, someone's fist tightened and tightened, and then he let out a cowardly oh.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to broaden the sea and the sky. The main thing is to be cowardly, and he can't do anything if he can't beat the big cousin.

And just now, after meeting the big cousin so closely, he didn't realize that he was the idiot who took off his pants in public during the opening speech. Is there anything more reassuring than this!

Suddenly, a certain good-for-nothing's heart fell back into its stomach with a plop.

Although he has a bad temper, he is at least a highly educated young master, a popular candidate for the ninth generation of the clam family. With his knowledge of the big cousin, he is not enough to grab the lady's head and swing the wall.

After sitting in the car for about an hour, they came to the so-called banquet place. It was a winery with a long history, and the wine produced was comparable to Lafite in 82. Sorry, with Timoteo’s only adjective It’s not enough to summarize the level of local tyrants at this banquet. The skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how poor the Tommaso family is, they still have a bit of family background. In recent years, they have settled down a lot on the surface, but they still don’t give up in private. Fighting against Pengelie, because so far, I haven't caught the handle, and my sister can't do anything about them.

With anxiety, Timoteo was led out of the car by the hand, and he was tightly bound by his side as soon as he got out of the car. The decisive height difference made him feel like he was being held by his big cousin. Kettle, his feet were almost dangling in the air.

The eldest cousin who is the son of a consultant outside the door is the focus of attention everywhere, and he did not dare to ignore him, and even brought him into the spotlight.

"This is Miss Ophelia, she is really as beautiful as in the legend." A bald uncle greeted her with a hint of drunkenness on his face.

Miss Ophelia is a very famous showgirl in this neighborhood. He has said this a long time ago, but most people are only interested in hunting for sex because of those rumors, and some people have never even met Ophelia. Philia himself, the one in front of him is obviously one of them.

Fortunately, he led other drunks to think differently, and unanimously determined that he was Miss Ophelia herself, which also saved a lot of trouble.

"..." Timoteo covered half of his face with a small fan, hesitating whether to stretch out his hand. The etiquette of the upper class is really troublesome.

"Scum, whose woman do you think you are looking at." The big cousin's deep voice came from above his head, with the oppressive tone of a superior as always.

"Uh...hahaha, I suddenly remembered that I have to say goodbye beforehand!" Uncle Bald Piao was so frightened that he was half sober from the wine, and hurriedly dragged his female companion away. This time, no one dared to speak up up.

Timoteo looked up at him and said politely, "Thank you."

His big cousin didn't seem to hear his thank you, but he was only concentrating on observing the layout of the entire hall. The man named Tox followed behind them, took a glass of wine and drank it casually, as if Just like an ordinary banquet.

But is this really an ordinary banquet? Why doesn't he believe it?

Timoteo slandered, but so far, the eldest cousin has not given him any more information, which shows that he really came here just as a prop to deceive others. As the saying goes, the more you know, the faster you die , if they have told him everything, then it is not far from silence.

They came late, and most of the guests were already drunk, but the protagonist of the banquet, the head of the Tommaso family, hadn't shown up yet, only a middle-aged man who looked like a horse boy was busy toasting with a smile, It's all about treating yourself as the master.

"The one who has the decisive right to speak in the Tommaso family, it is said that this banquet was organized by him alone." Tox rubbed the rim of his glass with his fingertips, and said thoughtfully: "I have only been in the family for three years. To have achieved something like this is truly remarkable.”

The man snorted coldly: "It's just an ambitious dog."

The middle-aged man over there seemed to have seen them, and rushed to meet them, obviously smiling, but the shrewdness flashing in his eyes made him very uncomfortable, as if he was being targeted by a slippery reptile.

Before his polite words came out, Tox interrupted him: "My young master likes people who speak straight words."

The middle-aged man paused, and then smiled knowingly: "Would you be lucky enough to lead Master Xanthus to visit the underground wine cellar?"

"I hope this is a valuable experience." Xanthus narrowed his scarlet eyes.

"Of course, I won't disappoint you." The middle-aged man looked in his direction again: "But this lady..."

"Ophelia, wait outside for a while." The big cousin said and leaned down.

Wait, what is this for? !

Tox kept giving him winks from behind, and Timoteo had to stand on tiptoe and unwillingly close his donkey's mouth, but of course he was forced to gnaw on the back of his head.

When their figures completely disappeared around the corner, Timoteo hurriedly ran to the toilet to rinse his mouth, oh my god, the scariest thing in his two lives is today, that guy kissing him is worse than grabbing his head and hitting the wall It's scary, okay, I'm going to have nightmares at night!

"Hey, what are you doing here, why don't you hurry up and dress yourself up, and get out as soon as the leader is not selected!" A mother Sang-level character with heavy make-up urged him impatiently, pushing him to the ground while talking. In a large ornately decorated room, there are many young and beautiful women. They sit in front of their respective vanity mirrors, posing in various seductive poses. The leader of the Tommaso family is famous for his love of women. Of course, there are also many women, and the woman in front of him seems to regard him as one of them.

So what is it all about...

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The timeline happened after Timo was slapped on the wall at the age of 14. The reason why he didn't break his vest was because someone's sense of existence was too low, ahahahaha.

☆, orthopedics special ③

"..." Timoteo stood expressionlessly among a group of fat and thin beauties. There seemed to be a different kind of aura around him, which made the women around him shy away.

"If you are so perfunctory, you will be kicked out by the leader." The women giggled while covering their lips.

"Is there? I think it's pretty good." He took out the small mirror and looked at his amazing beauty in the mirror, which was comparable to the peerless Pomegranate Sister. He almost laughed out loud. Fortunately, he thought of this way cleverly Otherwise, there is really no way to escape.

Just when he was considering whether to paint a few more strokes on his face, a red-haired young man with a belch came in loudly: "What, is there another beauty here, ahahaha, that fellow Denny As expected of my confidant hiccup... quick, come here and let me have a look!"

"Ahhh~ Sir Leader!!" Hearing this, a group of women swarmed up like hungry tigers preying on food, and the face of that handsome man was deformed due to the crowding.

Maybe he can take this opportunity to escape...

When he had this idea, there was a scream of young people over there: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh can

The women were baffled by the strange reaction, what was going on?

"Wow, the beauties over there, please don't leave, don't let me be with these ugly monsters!" The red-haired young man threw his nose and tears on his body, hugging his legs desperately.

The mother Sang, who was in charge of finding the beauties this time, was winking, and quickly pushed the other women out and locked him up with this suspected mentally retarded man.

"Are you the head of the Tommaso family?" Timoteo asked, pushing his face.

"Ahaha yes, it seems that everyone knows my name!" The young man scratched his head, with love in his eyes: "You are the cutest girl I have ever seen, let's have a wonderful relationship right away! !!"

Go to your uncle!

Timoteo's anger value has almost dropped below the limit, he kicked the man who looked like a dog skin plaster, and then pulled out the fake breasts and threw him in the face:

"See clearly that I am a man!"

The man paused for a moment, but rushed over even more enthusiastically: "Oh~ this is such a taboo love, me! It's such a sinful thing that the leader of the dignified Tommaso family fell in love with someone of the same sex!"

"Here! Me! Shut up! Mouth!" Timoteo pressed his head and stomped violently. The more intense the stomp, the more cheerful the man under his feet was, like an unprecedented shaking M.

【boom--】

Suddenly there was continuous blasting sound from the winery not far away. This change made the leader Tommaso, who had enjoyed being trampled by the queen, suddenly become serious.

"What happened over there...??!" Timoteo was stunned by the scene in front of him as soon as he probed.

"The munitions hidden in the wine cellar exploded." Chief Tommaso said calmly.

"???" So why hide such a dangerous thing in the wine cellar!No one with common sense would do that!

"Ah... because someone wanted to buy this batch of munitions to deal with the Pengo Lie family, but I declined it not long ago, and as a result, there is no place to store them, so I put them there temporarily, hahahaha!" The young man smiled happily.

Now is not the time to laugh, as the leader, don't you care about it!

Timoteo suddenly reacted.

Wait, wine cellar?

wine cellar?

Ah, ah, big cousin——! ! ! !

Completely subconsciously, Timoteo ignited the flame of death energy, and with the help of the power of Mare's ring, he actually flew up, a pair of invisible wings stretched out behind him, relying on a vantage point, he saw himself The person he was looking for was standing on a precarious brick wall, and there were many people gathered opposite him. Originally, these people should not be his opponents, but now the state of the big cousin is completely wrong.

With a bang, a second explosion occurred in the wine cellar, and several figures were blasted out together.

It's now!

A heavy body fell on him impartially, and Timoteo was almost relieved from the impact, but Mare's ring turned off at this moment.

Oops……

The two fell into the rushing water, one fell into a semi-comatose state due to the explosion, and the other was a weak underage chicken, they didn't know how far they were washed away, and they managed to climb ashore .

Panting heavily, Timoteo dragged the corpse in his hand to the shore vigorously. After wiping off the sweat, he found that his hands were covered with black things, probably because sister Pomegranate's make-up had just come off.

Now he really has no strength, but the condition of his eldest cousin is worrying. Before he runs away, he must make sure that this guy is not dead. If he dies, the leader of the consultants outside the door will probably bloodbath the Tommaso family up.

"!"

Just when he wanted to poke and sniff, the 'corpse' suddenly grabbed his hand, turned over and pressed him under him.

Under the dim moonlight, those bloodshot red eyes were particularly penetrating, like a beast that had lost its mind.

Something's wrong, something's really wrong...

But something even more unexpected happened. This guy actually touched him again. After gnawing his mouth and neck, he bit so hard that he could even smell blood.

There was only a snort, and the skirt below his waist was torn, revealing the boxer briefs he had just changed into.

Is this revenge!This is definitely revenge!

Timoteo was not strong at first, and he was exhausted after dragging him to swim for such a long time just now, but at this critical moment, he suddenly burst out of the small universe and punched the man in the face.

Taking advantage of the moment he was stunned, Timoteo took off and fled in a hurry, his back was quite embarrassed. As for how he got back to the Opera House, he no longer wanted to recall it, but it was certain that he would never think about it. See that man again.

[next day]

"Timo, Timo, open the door quickly." The childish voice persistently knocked on the door.

"Ganache, the door is unlocked..." A ghostly voice came from the bed.

"Then I'm coming in~!" A fat little Zhengtai crawled onto the bed, stuffed the newspaper in his hand into his bed, and said loudly:

"Timo Timo, have you read the newspaper? It is said that there was an explosion in the winery owned by the Tommaso family, and everyone is discussing the reason."

"I don't want to know..." The quilt was full of energy.

"It's so dangerous, it's a good thing Grandpa didn't accept their invitation to attend the banquet, otherwise it would be a disaster. By the way, there is also an outside consultant organization participating in this investigation. That strange uncle is still very vicious. I fled back after taking a look at it." It's..."

Ganache was still rambling on, when suddenly he thought of something.

"That's right, sister Eight is looking for you, and I want you to go back to Pengo Lie immediately."

"..." The quilt spirit didn't respond.

Ganache: "She also said that if you don't go back, she will burn the letter signed by the first generation hidden in your pillow."

"!"

【Office of Chief Pengelie】

"Hmph~little~ti~mo~" A woman with an iris flower tattoo on her face sat behind the table, crossed her fingers, and looked at him with a smile.

"..." There was a chill behind his back.

"By the way, do you know that the Tommaso family..."

"No, I do not know."

Decisively, Timoteo denied it, but he was a little guilty for responding too quickly.

"Don't be nervous, I didn't ask anything~" His sister, the current leader of Peng Gelie, waved her hands heartlessly and said haha: "Well~ In fact, I came back to you this time to improve your grades , For this reason, I also discussed with that person, and I am very fortunate that he agreed to my request, so his son will receive training with Timo Jr. in the next month~"

"???" Timoteo was confused, who?Who wants to train the devil with him?

"Ah, isn't this here~" Yatsushiro laughed.

With a creak, the door slowly opened behind him, and a pair of pitch-black leather boots came into his sight first...

My sister came over and put his shoulders on his shoulders, and said in a tone of 'today's weather is really nice': "Then I am also a Kudaime candidate, little Timo needs to get along well with Xanthus~"

【Boom】

A thunderbolt strikes a shivering herbivore, shrinking and shrinking in the shadow of a big carnivorous cat... shrinking and shrinking...

It seems that he will not have an easy life in the future.

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"what are you laughing at?"

Pressing on his lover's body, a certain big cat snatched away the diary he was reading in displeasure, and at the same time kissed his smooth shoulder, the short stubble tickled him a bit.

"I'm not laughing at anything." Someone blinked innocently: "It's just that I suddenly thought of the past and felt a little emotional."

"What are you feeling, tell me." The big cat began to bite its neck.

"Uh... I was wondering if I didn't resist at that time, would it really... hurt... less..." Timoteo gasped in pain, and sure enough, he was bitten out of his neck again. A ring of teeth marks.

"Don't think about it, now you are mine, and it has nothing to do with that guy." The big cat stared at him, and the jealous jar was turned over.

It's obviously the same soul, what the hell...

Timoteo thought about it but didn't say it, but it was true, both Xanthus and Timoteo had been buried in that rainy night, and now only he and Xanxus existed, a new future that belonged to them...

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☆、Big Cousin Extra Story

Xanthus. Vongola.

The frightening name of the Mafia, since it was engraved with the surname of the first family, his life is destined to be insulated from the ordinary, high above, overlooking the ants in the quagmire.

He didn't allow any rubbish to crawl on his head, only he was the destined heir of the Pengo Lie family, and he had always been so sure until one day he received a certain secret letter from Pengo Lie.

Pengo Lie VIII, the only female leader in the history of the Pengo Lie family, she actually found out the whereabouts of her younger brother after many years. This is a great threat to him. Find the so-called younger brother before the death, and then kill him.

It was just the simplest method, and he thought that what he had to worry about was how to hide the truth from Pengo Li's fox with a knife in his smile.

But his plan still went wrong. Standing in front of him was a young kid who couldn't be younger, wearing a poor-quality cloth that had been washed until it turned white, and his little hand was stiff from the cold, tightly protecting a piece of hot dog in his arms. Bread, a pair of golden brown eyes looked at him timidly and vigilantly.

He is not a philanthropist who gives up his goal because of the other party's age, as long as it is a threat to his throne, he will not let it go.

But the little ghost still escaped under his hands, perhaps because he underestimated the enemy too much, the child who was only a few years old actually ignited the orange flame that symbolized the sky.

Apparently he lost a great opportunity. When he casually returned to the team, the dirty kid had already been brought into the carriage by his sister. When he saw him crying while hugging a dead dog, he Only then did I know why even if I met him before, I had to pick up the food that fell in Hanoi.

Rubbish thinking is really incomprehensible.

His father, who is currently an advisor outside the Vengley family, also attaches great importance to this, but with just one glance, his father is sure that the child will never be the heir of the Vengley family.

Weak, powerless, indecisive, and even unable to adapt to the current identity.

Such a waste, what qualifications does he have to stand on the same level as him, but the only luck is that that waste is safe for the time being.

This incident was like a stone thrown into the middle of a lake. The initial ripples passed by, and there was no follow-up until one day...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

For the first time in his life, he made a fool of himself in front of so many trash, just because the guy in front of him accidentally slipped and fell.

And most infuriatingly, he let him run again.

Originally, that guy couldn't die anymore, but at this time his father asked him to rush to France to investigate an arms smuggling case. The behind-the-scenes hands involved in this case are very important. , then Vengley may have to usher in a catastrophe.

What he needs is a stable and intact Vengley, and he does not allow any trash to trample on his belongings.

Of course, he needed a proper identity to go to the Tommaso family.

"Well, if it's a female companion, maybe you can go to the nearby opera house and invite the well-known Miss Ophelia." His subordinate said looking at a poster.

A woman or something is just a burden, and he cannot guarantee the safety of that woman.

After a while, she came, just like most garbage, she was afraid of him, her whole body was stiff, her fingertips were trembling, but she insisted on sitting beside him as if nothing had happened.

Unexpectedly bold, but also obedient enough, he suddenly had the idea of ​​taking care of this woman for a long time.

Women, money, are the things he lacks the most, but most of them are greedy, they are not satisfied with money, they forget their identities after giving them a little sweetness, and try to get more things from him.

But the premise of taking care of her is that she can get out of here smoothly. From the moment that cunning man appeared, he had a hunch that this conversation might not be very pleasant.

Sure enough, the man suddenly changed his mind in the middle of the negotiation, the drink was overflowing, and the continuous sound of explosions rang in his ears. At this moment, he started to feel wrong, he ignited all the ammunition crazily, and even Tox couldn't stop him.

And when he woke up, he was no longer in the winery, and before he passed out, he vaguely saw the back of a person fleeing in a hurry.

After that incident, the originally hostile Tommaso family had an unprecedented dialogue with Peng Lie. Since then, they have kept a low profile and moved their headquarters to the eastern island country not long after, and they have never heard from them again.

A disaster that should have occurred in Pengo Lie was resolved in this way, and he who solved the case became the focus of the most attention, and his father took advantage of the situation to win him a lot of power.

His throne is more secure.

At this moment, Vengley VIII extended an invitation to him.

"Brother? If Yadaimu didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that there is this person." Tox was quite helpless: "Speaking of this kind of inexplicable invitation, young master, you will definitely not..."

But he agreed, and Tox almost broke his monocle for it.

He vaguely felt that the woman's back was somewhat familiar, he must have seen it somewhere before, and he might be able to find the answer in that trash who bumped into him.

Yatsushiro's decision was always unexpected, the training she was talking about was throwing them into Mafia Paradise, the brainless place he wouldn't go to after the age of three.

"Then, cousin, do you want ice cream?" After struggling for a long time, the trash finally handed over a cone that was about to melt.

He doesn't like sweets, so he mercilessly smashed the ice cream that was handed over to his face. Looking at the depressed expression of the trash, his mood improved a lot.

Now he was completely sure of the woman's identity, but he forgave this daring bastard and allowed him to stand behind him.

At this time, he classified this feeling as 'appreciation', and nothing else.

What really made him aware of the strangeness was an accident two years later. This trash was involved in some nasty incident. It was beaten almost to death, and a pocket watch was tightly held in its bloody hand.

He'd seen that pocket watch before, and remembered a strange little baby holding it in his hand not long ago, but before the little baby could finish speaking, he shot him away, and then turned his mind to this Is it on the trash?

[Sorry, you can't take him away now. 】

A man wearing an iron hat appeared in front of him.

Unfathomable, this is his first impression of that man, even he is not sure that he can kill him.

[It seems that today is not a good day for negotiation, let's talk about it another day. 】

The iron hat chuckled twice, and disappeared out of nowhere, while those dark emissaries who made the Mafia fearful appeared a second later. Fortunately, they were not found. Afterwards, he sent him back to Vengley for treatment. , not only other people, even VIII was quite surprised.

"Did you get too close to that kid recently?" His father said very displeased.

"It's just a favor," he replied.

That overly suspicious man obviously didn't believe it, but in fact the VIII's attitude had indeed loosened, and he had no other reason to interfere with his son who had always been alone.

But within a week, the half-dead waste who was beaten was alive and kicking again. It seemed that the previous saving grace made him misunderstand something. He began to harass him constantly, and even throwing a dog on his head would be mistaken for a birthday present. He happily accepted it, even if he impatiently swung his head against the wall, he insisted on coming to get a beating with disdain.

very annoying.

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The mental journey of the big cousin, in short, is all kinds of black history.

☆、Big Cousin Extra Story

"I'm getting engaged." One day, he said suddenly.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the once short trash had grown up, and had indeed reached the age for a normal man to talk about marriage.

He rambled in his ears about the beauty and virtuousness of his fiancée, and even planned to leave Pengo Lie on the day his inheritance was determined, in the name of letting him relax.

It is difficult for him to explain his current mood, but the dignity of the superior does not allow him to make any move to stay.

Really annoying.

The day of handing over Vongola's ring is getting closer and closer. Although it is not a formal inheritance ceremony, it is enough to make people feel supremely honored. But at this time, something happened, and turmoil broke out in Vongola's branch in France. , Vengley VIII sent a secret letter requesting to send an outside consultant organization to investigate, and he, as the son of an outside consultant, naturally accompanied him.

Unexpectedly, the place they tracked all the way to the end turned out to be the opera house where the trash likes to live in groups. When he realized something was wrong, he had already entered the enemy's trap. None of his father's men were spared, and he also fell into a coma because of being ambushed. He died, and when he opened his eyes, the theater was already littered with corpses.

Undoubtedly, someone wanted them to die, and the appearance of a man and a woman further confirmed this point. The man was the confidant of Yadaimu, and the woman was the daughter of the so-called hostile family, and also the fiancee of that person.

They brought the news that the Eighth King is about to hold a succession ceremony, and the successor is—Timoteo.

Hearing this news, he went crazy and summoned his father's remnant party to kill Peng Geli's headquarters. He will never forget the expression on that person's face when he saw him. There was surprise, but there was more joy in it, but the next second he His expression turned into unimaginable fear.

It was a rainy night, and countless blood soaked the land of Pengo Lie. He failed and was defeated by the little waste who had always looked down upon him, but at the price he also lost a pair of legs.

But why didn't he feel the pleasure of revenge at all?

Ignoring the sharp sword piercing through his chest, he touched the face of the person in front of him almost paranoidly: "Timoteo...I don't allow you to marry a wife, absolutely..."

Absolutely... don't forget him...

……

Perhaps it was God's will, he was supposed to fall into reincarnation after death, but he was accepted by Vongola's ring and became the shortest-lived Vongola leader in history.

"Oh? I didn't let you go to France." The VIII who was playing cards with other leaders in the ring said in surprise.

Seemingly seeing that he was in a bad mood, the Eighth Emperor comforted him: "In short, don't worry about it so much after they are all dead. Don't you see that the First and Second Emperors get along well now?"

A generation:"……"

II: "..."

He glanced at her, and floated out of Vengley's ring in a spirit state. If nothing else happened, he could still see that trash.

The field of vision changed, and what appeared in front of him was a study room, which was extremely messy, and documents and documents were scattered everywhere, and even the most beloved piano in the past was also covered by sundries.

Sure enough, waste is still waste, and even the most basic work of the leader has been messed up.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the white papers on the table moved, revealing a tired face. Only then did he realize that what covered his head was not the papers, but his snow-white hair.

"...Coyote, Coyote?" He raised his head and called out twice with a hoarse voice, but there was no response.

"Well... yes, they are also very busy..." He muttered, then wanted to get up and sort out the messy documents on the desk, but he forgot about his leg ailment, and fell off the chair without paying attention.

"!" He subconsciously wanted to catch him, but the thin body passed through his arms and fell straight to the hard ground, making a thud.

"It hurts... woo... so sleepy..." The white-haired young man lay on the ground trembling and curled up into a ball, and fell asleep again in such a strange position.

"Ah, sir, you will catch a cold if you sleep here!" A pink-haired maid ran in and carried her master to the bedroom.

"..."

He looked at his translucent hand and fell into endless silence.

He's dead, utterly dead.

From spring to autumn, the depressed Pengelie was thriving under the governance of Timoteo, and everything was going in a good direction, but the body of this waste was getting worse day by day. Finally, when all the turmoil was settled, He collapsed completely, vomiting puddles of glaring blood in the hall after the meeting.

His guardian turned pale with fright, and immediately called a doctor for secret treatment. They didn't even dare to let more people know about it, so as to prevent the riot that had been suppressed so hard to wake up again.

He stood by the bed, staring at the pale person who was about to merge into the hospital bed for a long time. Busy people passed through his translucent body without hindrance, here, only he was superfluous.

The serious illness still failed to kill the man. After recuperating for about half a year, he had recovered and continued to work. He was doing the work of the leader of Peng Gelie day after day, and he still smiled at everyone. , Occasionally go out to relax like ordinary people, as if the accident never happened.

Only when I dream back at midnight will I break out in a cold sweat and curl up