Self-cultivation for beating the enemy[Comprehensive]

"Excuse me a little bit~" The sweet and greasy voice has the meaning of being choked up after eating too much chocolate. The vocal tracts are glued together. The listener will not feel sweet, but will only tremble with fear.

This is the same as Hisoka's attire. It is obviously a funny clown who brings laughter and laughter, but it shows fear. The left face is a star, the right face is a teardrop, and the tall red hair symbolizes the owner's uninhibited personality.

The poker sticks to his lips, outlining a smile that is not a smile, and the mocking smile in his eyes is like the gaudy Joker on the poker.

"Magician Hisoka." His opponent, a man who has undergone unimaginably cruel training, he is first a first-class soldier, and then a first-class telekinetic ability user. In Extremis, Hisoka's ostentatious dress is exactly the same as the image on the third page of his dangerous person manual, but why does the dangerous magician stationed in the Sky Arena appear here?

Appeared in V5's headquarters, the skyscrapers soaring into the sky.

The smart Hisoka didn't destroy the camera roughly, he put the small tiles that interfere with the electric current next to the camera. During his friendly communication with Mr. Bodyguard, the image will always freeze on the scene of Mr. Bodyguard standing guard, but it is absolutely seamless , All bodyguards of military origin can stand guard for 3 hours without moving.

He's just borrowing a little time~

"Your master is very close to you." He just stated a fact, but the man on the opposite side was like an enemy. Every time Hisoka took a step forward, he took a step back, and soon reached the corner, the thick wall Arrived in the back, nowhere to escape.

"That's great——" the protracted ending contained countless malice, and the thoughts gushed out, covering the face-to-face person with the ability to have thoughts. The opponent's thoughts were also strong, but the touch with Hisoka only felt cold.

Silent in the mud.

"What do you want to do." The bodyguard asked in a deep voice. A strong man has the courage of a strong man. Even if he is afraid, he will not run away in embarrassment when there is no way out. He wants to fight and find out Hisoka's purpose.

He has to protect the employer, or the master, after all, the signed agreement is for life.

"We can come and talk." Hisoka's capriciousness has been experienced by many people. He can kill impromptu, but he can also talk calmly. In order to get the information he wants to know, Hisoka actually wants to have a fight. An open and honest conversation, but the targets he picked didn't cooperate.

Mr. Bodyguard is ready to fight to the death.

"No way." The playing cards flew out, knocking down the man's communication equipment hidden on the buttons. His technique was so precise that he didn't even scratch the black suit.

"You can't tell others yet." He licked the sharp edge of the playing cards, but he didn't cut his delicate tongue.

"I've said it all, let's talk to each other alone."

What they talked about alone, no one knows, when Hisoka took off the magnet attached to the camera and hummed a ditty, the bodyguard still seemed to be standing there in high spirits, and there was a slight smell of blood in the corridor, But unless someone has a keen sense of smell or has experienced many battles, no one can feel it. The camera is mechanical and cannot "see" the smell of blood through the image, so everything is normal.

A thin mask is really a useful ability, isn't it?Hisoka almost hummed happily, he changed into a suit, God knows why he brought over a clown suit with a peculiar taste, obviously there is no such kind of clothes for beating the enemy, isn't it?Stretching out a hand to wipe it, the pinned hair was put down, and it was close to the scalp. On the pale face, the stars and teardrops disappeared.

The only thing that could expose him was the leather shoes that smelled of blood. Sure enough, he was too nervous. The clown didn't wear his usual high heels, but a pair of men's leather shoes, which felt so out of place, but the bodyguard didn't see it. Otherwise, maybe he could find out who Hisoka was.

It's the frivolous and frivolous fellow he looks down on the most in the morning.

The smell of blood is actually very faint, but when Hisoka wears this pair of shoes when he goes back, he will definitely be noticed by Il fans. For the killer who beat the enemy Hakka, the smell of blood has penetrated into the bone marrow, no matter how faint it is, he can smell it .

It is not the sense of smell, but the instinct.

He went back to the room and was not seen by a single person along the way, nor was he captured by even a single camera. As long as Hisoka wanted to, he could do almost anything.

The power of thought is so great that it can even defeat death.

The door opened, and it was dark. Yiermi seemed to have fallen asleep. After all, he spent a long time traveling at night, but is this possible?If Xiaoyi couldn't find him slipping out and returning suddenly, then it wouldn't be Xiaoyi.

In terms of perception ability, no one is second to none.

"I'm back, Xiaoyi~" He was almost like a newlywed husband, he always greeted him when he went out and came home, he hung the flat-pressed suit jacket on the hanger at the door, and then began to untie his tie.

Irmi gave Hisoka an emotionless glance in the dark, the brightness of the light could not affect his vision, even in the dark he could see more clearly, with the faint light coming through the crack of the door, he could see Hisoka still had dull red hair and glowing white muscles in the night.

He was completely stripped from the top of his body.

Yiermi would not say "You're back" like a good wife, but raised her head from under the quilt and said coldly, "You should take a bath, the smell of blood is too strong."

It's hard to imagine that Yier fans also need sleep, and they will sleep on the bed. Hisoka has seen too many scenes of him climbing up from the deep earth, and thought that Xiao Yi would just dig a hole to bury himself when he slept.

Who told him to be a little fairy who doesn't eat fireworks?

"Hmm~" Hisoka responded happily, he took off his clothes and left nothing behind.

Il fans enjoy the same treatment as the leaders of V5. In addition to the main room, the VIP suite has a separate room, which blocks the door and is for bodyguards. It's okay.

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, and the sound insulation of the room was very good, but it was only for ordinary people, like Yiermi, and even the weakest sound could not escape his ears, let alone Hisoka’s shower sound up.

"What do you think he went out to do just now?" Chatting with the system intermittently, the sound of ding-dong water became the background sound, he was just in a light sleep, in order for the body to get enough rest, the killer is also a human being and needs Sleep, but unlike ordinary people, their senses are sharp enough, even in sleep, they are in a state of preparation, and they will wake up immediately when there is a sign of trouble.

Of course, Hisoka's departure cannot escape the eyes and ears of Yier fans, and he even guessed that the other party will play tricks.

He is a master at reading emoticons. Even though Hisoka is treacherous and unpredictable, he cannot escape the observation of Il fans. His radar only fails on his family members. As for Mr. Magician, even though he has known each other for more than ten years and cooperated closely, he never let go Be wary of Hisoka.

The same is true of the man to him.

In all fairness, the system thinks Yierfan is boring enough, and just likes to annoy him with things he has already settled. Most of the time, the garbage host chats with him just because he has nothing to do, and the answer has long been hidden in his heart.

If I have time to chat with him, I would rather go home and eat melon seeds.

However, the system has no melon seeds, and the era he is in is not advanced enough, at least he can’t deliver melon seeds to mechanical life, so he can only ask boringly: "What do you think he went out just now?" I just like hearing him say this, because he can go on and on.

This man has always been a good teacher and enjoys the process of opening up the system.

Cat disease!

"Probably inquiring about what happened in the morning." As soon as he opened his mouth, he figured out Hisoka's mind very closely. If one day he doesn't become a killer, it's because the industry is willing to accept high-level talents like Yiermi. "The smell of blood is very light, only the toe of the shoe should be a little bit." He half sat up from the bed, rubbing his smooth chin with his slender fingers, "I'll find out in the morning, who is he looking for? Egg."

It is not difficult to guess, the key is the next part, he fell into thinking, today's light sleep is enough, even if he struggles between reason and emotion all night, he will be full of energy the next day, not to mention Il Fans are not the type to be troubled by such problems at all.

He is a supporter of syllogism, with excessive rationality, major premise, minor premise, and conclusions that conform to general principles. As long as there are enough premise, he can make conjectures that are infinitely close to the "future".

This ability has already tended to predict, right?

The sound of the water stopped, and one could even imagine Hisoka reaching out to turn off the faucet. The palm protruding from the steaming mist had distinct bones and was sickly pale.

But it's undeniably beautiful.

He reached out to wipe off the mist on the mirror. Although there were still fine droplets of water covering it, he could already see a pale and alluring face.

Men can also be described as beautiful.

"I already know what bad idea you're planning, Xiaoyi~" He narrowed his eyes slightly, not showing a smile, but a provocative color, which performed the same function as the medieval long sword fished from the bottom of the Thames River.

"Next, what should we do?"

Use a towel to dry the superbly crafted body sculpted by Dali. The strength and beauty of men are condensed in the same body. The so-called popular supporting roles must have the appearance of popular supporting roles. Flesh and color can travel all over the world.

Hisoka is good at showing his charm, and the pheromones linger around the body.

He walked into the room again, it was dark and quiet, as if there was no one in the room, or the owner was sleeping, but when he looked up, he met Yi Ermi's dark eyes.

That is the color that is most integrated with the darkness in the room. The pupils of ordinary people always have moist reflections, but Ilmi does not. Whether it is thinking or dealing with affairs, it will always be the deepest black.

"What are you thinking, Xiaoyi." Hisoka threw his naked body on the bed, and the single bed prepared for the bodyguards at the door was naturally ignored. The velvet quilt was very soft, and being trapped in it was like being gently trapped. surrounded by feathers.

"I'm wondering what bad idea you're coming up with." The conversation seemed familiar, but the two sides of the conversation seemed to be reversed.

Or maybe it wasn't upside down, after all, both of them have a bad stomach.

It's scary, Hisoka thought, he and Ilmi looked at each other in the dark, as if they were trying to wink first, although he himself was perverted, he was definitely not so perverted that no one dared to look into his eyes, but he noticed Oh, even Xiaoyi's younger brother didn't dare to look at him for a long time.

The only one who didn't realize this is Xiao Yi himself. Who told him to be a more narcissistic pervert than me?

If the system instructs Hisoka to think about something now, he might laugh three times, how bad his host is, and the fact that he is recognized as the most terrifying pervert is a pervert, which in itself is full of flaws.

"Forget it." Finally, he looked away. No one knew what Yiermi was thinking. Even if he knew that Hisoka was not doing good things, he didn't have the desire to take care of it. And stay.

Moreover, when things happen, there will always be a solution. Who told him to be an omnipotent little fairy?

"You should sleep outside." As soon as he said it, Yi Ermi knew that he was talking nonsense. The man next to him was an out-and-out hedonist. Compared with the soft big bed under him, the single bed outside It was too shabby, and the other party had already got into the quilt spontaneously, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"But it's more comfortable here." How confident was he in what he said, can it only be said that it is Hisoka?

Nothing else matters to him, as long as he is comfortable.

"..." He looked at Hisoka for a few seconds, but he didn't think there was any problem, and then he folded his clothes and lay down. He was wearing a loose white shirt, his crow-colored hair was scattered on the white pillow, and lay beside him. A naked, male with red hair.

Moreover, there was no clear-cut boundary between the two, and no dagger was thrown.

They just covered the quilt and couldn't even chat.

Thinking of this, Yi Ermi also closed her eyes and began to take a nap.

Getting along with Hisoka too shamelessly, Il fans don't think there is any problem, but the system in his body starts to complain crazily, don't ask him why, it makes sense, just the garbage host doesn't think there is any problem What problem is already a big problem?

It's none other than Hisoka by your side!

Little Fairy: Oh, so what?

Adults are getting more and more powerful these days, and it's not understandable for a kid like Archie who is still watching premium channels.

Qi Ya who will appear in every chapter: Hehe.

So what is the relationship between my elder brother and that pervert Hisoka?

System indifferent face: the relationship between sleeping in the same bed.

The next day's negotiations went on as usual, but what broke the silence in the morning was the scream of the cleaning maid. She passed by the deserted corridor and found the dead body of the man who was still standing until he died. She could only say The bodyguard's professionalism is excellent.

But he is dead, and the dead should be praised, but it also means that it will not affect the living.

Oh, I heard this news when I was reading a newspaper. He is a little fairy who keeps pace with the times and involves various investments. Newspapers or financial magazines are all his frequent reading materials, and Hisoka is also a Sitting like a dog on a chair made of woven rattan branches, he does not have a high-heeled wine glass in his hand, but a table knife, and he is using it to butter the bread.

It became noisy outside the door, and people lived on every floor. The politicians and officials who received the news began to panic. They only brought one person with them, but they were all elite bodyguards, and each of them was a well-deserved powerhouse in a country.

So now the question arises, why did such a powerful bodyguard die quietly? What if the other party's target is not the bodyguard but them?

Probably will die quietly in the room, no one will know, right?

The Il fan didn't even look up at Hisoka, he turned a page slowly, excluding the lengthy entertainment section from the reading range, and read the title of the financial section.

The commotion became more and more severe, and the people gathered there were in panic all day long. The surveillance video found nothing wrong, and the bodyguards stood there until the dead body was found stiff.

It's not that no one has suspected Il fans, but he has always abided by the rules and has not killed anyone through means other than negotiation, especially, killing an insignificant bodyguard here is not good for him.

The leader behind the bodyguard is not a political enemy of Yierfan, even if it is to scare chickens and monkeys, he will not look for this person.

The leader of the bodyguard who was protected by the dead bodyguard looked livid. This was a slap in the face. The person who did it was very cautious. He penetrated the bodyguard's brain from behind and destroyed him. The retinal nerves on the surface seem to be behind all the problems, but behind them are a mess.

Human eyes can record the last person seen before death. As long as the technology is strong enough, it can be reproduced. The person who did it must have considered this, so he erased all the details that might reveal his identity.

This became a case without a head.

"What should I do?" Something happened, and even the meeting that was scheduled to continue today had to be postponed. Secret police and forensic doctors came back and forth. He didn't even dare to leave the bodyguards outside, so he kept them close to him for protection.

Others came one after another and sat in their seats.

"Do you want to find him?" Someone suggested, "Isn't he a professional?" At this time, I dare not judge the profession of Ill fans in a contemptuous tone. In fact, almost everyone present is Ill fans Big customers, but at the same time, no one can look down on killers. Of course, people with brains will never show their disdain in front of the big devil, and they dare not anger their ancestors.

"But he's a professional killer," replied grumpily, "not a professional detective."

The meeting room was completely silent, even more silent than the grave. The man who had just been irritated and refuting just now felt something, and turned his head back tremblingly. echo.

The killer he said was not a professional detective walked into the conference room without looking sideways, but the red-haired man behind him smiled at him, and as soon as he touched the smile, he couldn't help but shiver.

Although he was smiling, he felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Sorrow and resignation." Yi Ermi's consolation was not sincere at all, she nodded perfunctorily, and then took her own seat, and Hisoka opened the back of the chair for him.

So, he doesn't look like a bodyguard, but like a cowherd.

Yierfan didn't cooperate with the atmosphere at all. He was an egoist who only cared about efficiency, so he didn't care that other people looked like he was facing the enemy and asked directly: "When will the meeting start?" He raised his wrist and showed his exquisite watch , "I'm in a hurry."

Do you think we are all in a hurry? !The faces of the people are so ugly, well, they all understand, Il fans don't care about the identity of the killer at all, anyway, he must be better than the killer, but they do care, the bodyguards were wiped cleanly, they have no ability to protect themselves What about people?

Demons lurk all around.

Yier fan: Of course I am not afraid, the murderer is right behind me XD.

He even made a thoughtful suggestion: "If you are afraid, just end the meeting quickly, so that you can go back too, can't you?" When you return to your own territory, what else is there to be afraid of?As someone who stands at the apex of the country, one must be confident in the security of the country.

So, will politicians and politicians admit that they are afraid? Of course, almost no one is entangled with Il fans on whether to sacrifice Nitero. According to the memories of yesterday, he has already defeated the enemy. Today is just the last desperate struggle, but the sudden incident prevented them from struggling. The strength is like a mouse being played with by a cat, the only way to go is to hit the wall.

You can also choose to pretend to be dead in silence, since you can't escape the end of being eaten anyway.

"Let him go," so the opposition chose to compromise, almost saying this sentence in a heavy tone, even though their relationship with the president of the Hunter Association was not that deep, "let Nitro undergo surgery."

The rose of the poor will bloom in his heart.

Yiermi finally showed his first smile of the day, for a beautiful and satisfying result.

"That's really great." He stroked his palm, "We have a good cooperation."

Are you happy to cooperate?Behind him, Hisoka also raised the corners of his mouth, but he didn't laugh out loud.

The Joker should be like this, in the corner where everyone can't see, silently laughing mockingly, they bring joy, but also bring fear, the only constant is the unexpectedness hidden in it, Hisoka likes clowns and magic The reasons are the same, because they are full of surprises, bringing waves to a peaceful life.

Life would be too much less fun if everything went your way, according to the greatest clown magician of the century.

He stared at Yi Ermi's back with his golden eyes, and impatiently rubbed his calf against the back of his chair: Are you right, Xiao Yi?

Il fan diary:

But I like life when things go smoothly.