The Adventures of Ten Generations Rabbit

In the tall building diagonally opposite, the black-haired boy leaning on the same position as yesterday silently watched the brown-haired boy heaving a sigh of relief.

"Caobi," he didn't look away, "There's something wrong with that person."

Without extra words, Kusakabe knew what his boss meant, "Although Bajir belongs to the outside consultant, he has always taken care of Sawada Tsunayoshi's daily life. I feel...the same as usual."

"Oh?" When the black eyes looked over, Cao Bi's voice tightened.

"Mr. Gong..."

"What you said is very reasonable." His pupils contained the deepest night, but there were very bright stars, beautiful and fierce.

"Are you questioning me?"

"No, I'll contact Lord Reborn right away." He shook his head repeatedly. If he annoyed the person in front of him at this time, no matter how many lives he had, it would not be enough.

When Hibari Kyouya looked over again, the brown-haired boy was smiling happily at Bagir. He just watched quietly, and his sharp posture gradually disappeared.

"never mind."

"Ah? Mr. Gong," Cao Bi, who was ready to contact Reborn, looked up in surprise, "You mean..."

Hibari Kyouya walked past Sokabe's body and opened the door.

"I will kill disobedient herbivores myself, but," the grass wall standing behind him couldn't see his expression at this time, "for the sake of his usefulness, I will postpone his death."

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Gangji who got the phone was so happy that he almost jumped up, "Thank you so much Bajir!"

"It's my honor to be able to serve you." He raised the front of the bed and added another pillow to make the boy more comfortable.

Gangji couldn't wait to dial the video request directly, and then he realized that it might be inconvenient for Prison Temple at this time, so he wanted to hang up again.

Unexpectedly, the prison temple was connected the moment the first call sounded.

Seeing the other party's shining handsome face appear on the screen, Gang Ji couldn't help but chuckled, feeling that the sense of distance that might exist before was really just his wild imagination.

Prison Temple is obviously still the same, it hasn't changed at all.

"Judaimu!" ​​His eyes lit up.

"Juji Temple." Gang Ji also moved closer to some screens, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see, it's my fault for not contacting you for so long!" Prison Temple immediately admitted his mistake, his green eyes like the finest emeralds.

"I was thinking of going to see you..." Gangji was very embarrassed. This time, he made his own decision to go to see the prison temple, and he didn't tell anyone, because the prison temple has never replied to him. He happened to know the school where the prison temple was located, so he found it by himself, and sent an email to the prison temple to tell him about it before boarding the plane.

"I didn't expect that Judaime would come to the United States alone for me. How could I have someone like you, Hayato He De,..." What he said behind was a bit vague, and Tsunayoshi didn't hear clearly.

"Juji hasn't responded to my message. I'm very worried. If you encounter any difficulties, please let me know." Tsuna scratched his cheek, a little shy about what he said next, "We are friends, aren't we?"

There was silence for a while, and Gangji didn't urge him. He looked at the familiar face on the screen, and suddenly found that the light seemed a little dark there, and even the eyes of the prison temple were not as bright as before.

"That's right, Judaime is my most important person," the silver-haired boy spoke again after silence, his voice was much lower than before, which also made his voice sink.

The voice of Gokuji Hayato was originally so low, but every time he was around Sawada Tsunayoshi, he always showed his fangs towards others like a loyal dog protecting the master. His age made him not restrained enough, so he always He will loudly expel people he considers a threat, which makes Tsuna rarely hear him speak to himself in such a mature voice.

"Juji Temple," Tsuna Ji's voice made the boy shake his head and tail again.

"Yes! Judaime!" He looked over with burning eyes.

"Are you busy recently, right? Will I waste your time talking to you like this?"

"It's nothing, Judaime! As long as you need me, you can dominate me whenever you want!" The silver hair was longer than the last time we met, which made the already small face look a little smaller .

"Juji needs to take care of your body," Gang Ji hadn't been able to contact him before, but today he got in touch immediately through Pengelie, no matter how stupid Gang Ji was, he knew that he might be giving someone else Added to the trouble, maybe everyone is really working hard to grow up, he is worrying too much.

"If there is anything, you must tell me. I haven't seen the prison temple for a while, and I always feel..."

Tsuna turned his eyes away, embarrassed to say the next few words, but when he looked back, the first thing he noticed was the eyes of the prison temple, there seemed to be a lake in it, soaking his thoughts , he still said it out of nowhere, "I always feel a little lonely..."

There were waves in the lake, and the gentle expression on the prison temple could melt the whole summer, "With your words, the prison temple Hayato will die without regret."

"Don't say such horrible things, prison temple!" Gang Ji was taken aback, he didn't expect the other party to say such words again, "Only by living well can prison temple stay by my side forever! "

"You're right," Prison Temple of course knew that this was the young man's heartfelt words. No matter how many times he listened to the other party's words of concern for him, his heart would collapse like a mountain torrent, filled to the brim, but scorching unbearably, "My prison Tera Hayato exists for you."

Tsuna looked helplessly at his companion who expressed his loyalty even from a long distance away, and it was rare that he didn't make a sound to stop him again.

The two of them had a brief conversation and learned that the life of the prison temple was very busy. Tsuna felt that this was indeed something that Reborn could arrange, so he said at the prison temple, "Sorry Judaime, my side ...', Gang Ji quickly nodded in response, "I have nothing to do with you, prison temple, your matter is more important, I can rest assured knowing that you have nothing to do, we will contact you next time."

The time of the video is very short, so short that Hayato Gudera felt that he had just finished speaking with Judaime. He had many, many things to say, but afterward, all he could do was stare. Choked up, fearing that Judaime would be worried, so he had no choice but to hang up the video against his will to have a long talk.

It was night where the silver-haired boy was, and he only turned on the faintest of the lights in the room, and the walls depicting complex totems were stained a layer of dim yellow.

He leaned his back against the wall, raised his head, and put the back of his hand on his face.

"Ten generations..."

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door, and Prison Temple put down his hand. At this time, he no longer saw the impulsiveness or ferocity that was common in front of another person, but said with a blank face.

"Come in."

The person who entered the door was a woman, wearing professional suits that were very common in the Mafia, with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge. She was an Italian beauty that was absolutely indispensable in the other world.

"Boss wants to see you." She said without emotion.

"What? He's playing the role of leader with me?" The young man who definitely had a good temper looked at his face frowned.

And his sarcastic tone clearly played a role.

The woman didn't answer, but turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Hayato sneered, and took out a cigarette from his pocket. When he was lighting it, he thought that he had been persuaded by that person many times to quit smoking but failed. No matter how much he wanted, for the sake of Judai Mu's body, he would not carry tobacco with him.

But once he left Judaime, he was always restless and bored, and there was nothing to relieve him except tobacco.

The red sparks came on and off, and as he exhaled the smoke slowly, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in."

Looking at the man who came in and directly sat down on the sofa, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

And a man certainly doesn't ignore his emotions.

"Since you have decided to be loyal to me, don't always show this kind of eyes like seeing bedbugs, Vongola's Lanshou." He showed a somewhat funny expression, with a strange accent in Italian.

"Allegiance?" The corners of the prison temple Hayato's mouth curled up, with a smile that was not a smile, with hostility, this is an expression that is rarely seen on his face, "Oh, it's up to you?"

The man was not angry either. He spread his legs and leaned comfortably on the couch. The European-style furniture always allowed him to stretch his body freely.

"Isn't it?" His tone did not fluctuate, and his blue eyes were a few degrees darker than during the day under the light.

"Don't get me wrong, the relationship between me and you is at most just a cooperative relationship, and," the silver-haired boy's expression was very light, his mouth was drawn into a straight line, the eyes of the two met in the air, even the air It's weird.

"There is only one person I have decided to follow in my life, and he is irreplaceable."

After finishing speaking, Hayato Gokuji left the room and walked towards the dark end of the corridor.