I "Lalang Match" in Yokohama

It's snowing in Yokohama.

Fluttering snowflakes fell on the ground, and under the white pavement, the original color of the road could no longer be found, and even the somewhat dark red blood stains disappeared.

With a hand warmer in his hand, even a strong swordsman had to put on a thicker padded jacket, shook his head to shake off the snowflakes that were whiter than his hair, and raised his hand to rearrange the fallen red scarf go up.

He let out a hot breath, stared at the tired doctor who stopped at the entrance of the alleyway, and remained silent.

Perhaps it was because the other party was still wearing that thin white doctor's coat, or because the other party was complaining to him about the rare snowy day, Mr. Swordsman finally frowned, and handed over the haori that he put in his pocket. Come out, let the other party put it on your body.

"Ah, I didn't expect His Excellency Silver Wolf to be so kind~" The black-haired doctor lowered his head and pulled the haori on his body, wrapping himself tightly, as if it would make him warmer. In the next second, he still shivered.

It was no accident that they met on such a special snowy day. They were already rivals, they knew this matter so well in their hearts, but they didn't need to have any conflict with each other.

Compared with the confrontation in the past, the two people who have taken off their working status are more ordinary, and all the spikes have also turned into blunt jokes, which have lost their original lethality, revealing the familiarity and like-mindedness hidden in the years. Divide traces.

"It's really not the right time for the snow to fall...Obviously Yokohama is not a place where it snows."

I yawned, got up early and squatted down just for the doctor who was squatting, rubbed a snowball, and when Mr. Swordsman was not paying attention, he threw his hand on his back, leaving only a little wetness in the scattered snowflakes. From the other party's point of view, there was a series of laughter.

"Doctor Sen..." Mr. Swordsman turned around, obviously wanting to say something about the doctor's childlike behavior, but stopped halfway.

"What?" Tilting his head, Bai Xue slid down along the broken black hair and hit the doctor's shoulder. He just raised his hand lightly to shake off the snowflakes on his shoulder, but left only a handful of water. This is not worth the gain. .

He pursed his lips, looked up at the blue sky where snowflakes were still scattered, and muttered, "I don't know if the time will make it."

The doctor groped for the haori that Mr. Swordsman kindly gave him, as if trying to find something from it, but of course, he failed.

"Too bad, don't you even have any information?" He complained, when he raised his eyes, those black eyes were extremely deep, and in an instant, he changed from a decadent state to a shrewd state, and his eyes rolled But it's coming soon, just by looking at that look, you know it's a bad idea.

"Your Excellency Silver Wolf is also here to guard that one, right?"

There was no response, and Mr. Swordsman just watched the doctor's lips open and close, and the words seemed to just drift past his ears without being heard.

He looked away calmly and did not give the other party a chance to obtain information, but the doctor had already obtained the answer he wanted.

Yes, their purpose is so consistent, from the moment they met each other, they understood this point, and now it is just exposed.

A new organization has come to Yokohama. The existence of the Tsushima family is an old family of onmyojis in Kyoto. They don’t know how coveted the resources accumulated over countless years are, but the purpose of the Tsushima family’s choice of stationing in Yokohama is, Must know.

The two people who insisted on protecting Yokohama are the leaders of their respective organizations. Now they choose to go out in person because the person they want to "encounter" is the head of the Tsushima family.

The Patriarch named Tsushima Ryukyu lives in the hotel near this alleyway. This is the place where the other party must pass through when going out. He squats here and has a casual contact. After deepening the relationship, maybe Be able to figure out why the other party came here.

They continued to squat at this position. According to the rules of going out of Tsushima Ryukyu they collected, the other party would basically go out at this time, and they would definitely see each other later.

Ryukyu Tsushima, who was missed by the two people, was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the half-opened curtains revealed the situation in the alleyway, and he could clearly see the two squatting guards.

The servants beside him lowered their heads and waited faithfully for the master's order to kill or kidnap the two of them. As long as Ryukyu Tsushima gave the order, they would definitely complete it.

However, Tsushima Ryukyu was not interested in these methods. He just waved his hand gently, took the hair tie from the attendant, casually tied his loose black hair into a ponytail, wrapped a white bandage around his neck, and put a flash of light on his neck. A flashing collar hides.

The attendant held up the mirror, and the young man in the mirror had neatly combed hair, stars in his black eyes, a cotton sweater matched with slim jeans, and his favorite white pompom was also hanging on his chest.

Turning around in front of the mirror, Tsushima Ryukyu was very satisfied with looking at himself in the mirror that was full of vivaciousness, showing a harmless smile to humans and animals, and then began to think about the duo who squatted to guard him.

"Give me a greeting gift~"

He pressed his finger on the window, and he didn't take it back even though he felt the chill. He simply drew a line, and the red light flashed. The subordinates left behind.

Not knowing that Ryukyu Tsushima had already discovered his existence, the doctor and Mr. Swordsman were still squatting on guard. Suddenly, they felt unwell in their bodies, as if they were a little out of control. Before they had time to think carefully, Mr. Swordsman moved first up.

He walked towards the doctor step by step, lowering his eyes to hide the surprise that his body was out of control.

When the doctor in front turned around to leave, Mr. Swordsman grabbed the other's wrist, yanked it in his direction, and threw it between himself and the wall. He straightened his arm and hit the wall heavily with his palm.

The snow ball on the house was shaken off by this force, and it hit the two of them directly, but the two seemed to be unaware of it, watching each other quietly.

A silent atmosphere spread between the two of them. After a while, Mr. Swordsman stretched out his hand and gently rubbed against the doctor's chin, forcing him to lift his chin and get very close to each other, exhaling hot air straight hit each other in the face.

A look of panic appeared on the doctor's face, and for a moment he wanted to run away from the person in front of him.

Bringing a huge sense of oppression to the doctor, Mr. Swordsman slowly opened his lips, and a somewhat hoarse voice spit out from the depths of his throat. Slap the doctor on the face together:

"Obviously you like me, why do you avoid it? Is it because I haven't given you enough?!"