[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

I covered Fengtai with a quilt and stroked the little guy's head.

He is not a few years older than Xu Lun and Irene, but he is often hunted down by other mafia families because of his ability. Attaching to Pengo Lie can make his life safer.

What Gangji can give him is not just "safety".

Letting that child live in the way of ordinary people is the decision of Jiudaimu, but this is also where I and Jiudaimu rarely reached an agreement on the issue of heirs.

Why, just look at me.

"Aren't you coming out?" I sat on the edge of Fengtai and said to the shadow by the window, "It's not good to sneak around and watch."

"kufufufu." The other party let out a strange laugh, "Sure enough, she is not such an easy-to-fool woman—Vongola...ah, no, it should be the former agent of the ninth generation of Pengelie."

"Hmm..." I raised my left hand and put it on my cheek, "Agent of the Nine Generations of Pengel... It's been almost ten years since anyone called me that. Are you that 'Muku'?"

A figure of a teenager emerged from the shadows, and what I saw was a man in school uniform holding a small trident... "Ah, a pineapple monster." I pointed to his head and said.

"..." There was a crossroad visible to the naked eye on the boy's head.

"With all due respect, if you do this deep V at a young age...the deep inverted V hairstyle will make your hairline look very worrying." I touched my hairline with lingering fear, "But I can completely understand the hair loss of a 15-year-old boy worries about..."

The trident in his hand flew over, and I turned my head to avoid it.

The trident stuck straight into the wall behind me, and trembled twice.

"Hey, what's the matter with young Italians these days, are they so impatient?" I shook my head and sighed, "Are you all Italians after all? If you're a good Italian, just sit down and settle with red wine and pasta problem."

"...Normal Italians don't use this kind of thing to solve problems." He held back for a long time, but he didn't hold back, and began to complain.

"Nonsense, all those years when I was the agent of Vongola Nine Generations, I used dinner to solve the problem! For Italians, there is no problem that pasta and red wine can't solve!" I stood up and argued for the opinion of all Italians. strive.

"...Did you kill someone at the dinner party?" He asked, and then he seemed to feel that I would be forced to make complaints about him if he continued like this, so he gritted his teeth again in order to tighten up the second-year angry youth persona. Understatement, and full of contempt, he added, "This is really a dirty mafia method."

I coughed, "What are you talking about, who would do such a bloody thing while eating." I shook my head, "Young people are young... lacking the most basic respect for food."

"If it's the legendary 'Night Witch'..."

I pulled out the trident he just threw towards me, and threw it in his direction steadily, very accurately, "Don't call me that nickname! Stinky pineapple! Believe it or not, I'll make you a pineapple cake ah!"

"...Sure enough, as the information said, the agent of the ninth generation of Pengelie, a woman who once oppressed everyone in the other world, hates being called her nickname." The pineapple boy smiled kufufufu again.

"You don't really hate people calling you pineapple." I complained.

Another cross on his forehead, and then another hole in the wall behind me—with his trident stuck in it.

...So I said, do we have to throw tridents at each other like this when we chat?

I coughed dryly, "So... why did you come to see me?"

"Since you are the agent of the ninth generation of Pengelie, the legendary predictor... you should be able to guess why I came to you, right?" Probably the development of the matter is almost the same as he thought, the corner of the boy's mouth hangs There was a slightly smug smile.

I held my face in my hands, "I'm sorry, I'm not that good."

There was a third intersection in his head, "Speak seriously."

I put down my hand and reached out to touch Feng Tai's furry head, "Two things."

"One thing is about the Estoraneo family back then...but I don't think you think it's so important anymore." I straightened my temple hair, narrowed my eyes and smiled, "The second thing, It's you who want to ask why your possession bomb doesn't work for me. I can answer the first question, but the latter question is a commercial secret."

The so-called possession ammunition was one of the dangerous special ammunition developed by the Esloraneo family at the beginning. When I got it, I took it and destroyed it in batches-Nine Daime never knew how to cut grass and roots. This behavior makes me very dissatisfied, which is a serious behavior that increases my workload.

Although I took and destroyed a large number of possession bombs, it is difficult to guarantee that there are some left - the trident in his hand should have a similar effect, as long as it is stabbed, it will be possessed by his consciousness.

When I was first brought here he stabbed me in the heel, it hurt like hell, and I'm not Achilles why would he stab me in the heel, it's too much.

"Huh... until this time, I can see a little bit of the woman who made the whole mafia world fearful." The young man who called himself Liudaokuo sneered, "Yes, if I can get your body, There's no need to go to such lengths to mess with Sawada Tsunayoshi's body..."

I looked at him dumbfounded.

"What's your expression like?"

"I'm devoted to Jotaro. Is it too bad that I like to engage in NTR dramas at such a young age? What did the nursery school teach you?" I hugged my weak, innocent and helpless self .

A fourth intersection popped up on his head, but this time he had no trident to lose.

"What kind of waste is in your mind, woman," he said.

"Isn't it because your words are too ambiguous." I crossed my arms and retorted, "And what do you want my body to do, want to experience the speed of being punished by Jotaro... Cough cough, did I mean pain? .”

"...Are you a jerk!" He finally broke down, "You didn't plan to have a good talk with me from just now, did you!"

"Shh, softly, it's not good to make the child sleep too loudly." I put my finger in front of my lips and shushed him.

"..." Liu Dao Mu looked at me.

I looked at him innocently.

He was still looking at me.

I still looked at him indifferently.

We stared at each other for about a minute, and I was defeated first and blinked.

"Kufufufufu—things have to be done step by step. Although I also want to use this trick to seize the bodies of the world's political leaders and turn this world into a pure and clean world that is only suitable for me... But taking the body of Sawada Tsunayoshi is the first Step one, destroy the mafia first..." Liu Dao Mu ignored the previous conversation, and forcibly delivered the second speech in a voice full of dreams.

"World wars can be done without controlling their bodies," I complained, "it's not difficult."

"I said that you came here in the middle of the night and wanted to tell me this? No one at such a young age will tell you how tired your dream is in the second year of middle school, right? Would you like me to introduce you to an abbot to talk about it?"

Liu Dao Mu couldn't take it anymore, "Shut up."

"Oh." I closed my mouth.

"When I get your cousin's body..."

"It won't work." I said with my face propped up, "My cousin is the male protagonist of the boy manga."

"..." He looked almost pissed off by me.

"Although I haven't seen you before," my expression became serious, "but you can tell by looking at your eyes—" I pointed to my eyes, "Your eyes are clearer than mine."

He frowned.

"Little guy," I narrowed my eyes and looked at him with a smile, "you know... what happens to people who have seen too much darkness when they suddenly see light?"

"What's going on?" He asked me after a short silence.

"I'll be blind." I laughed.

"..." He was so angry that he launched another attack on my head.

Oh, this little guy is so much fun, Mammon is not as much fun as him.

"I took you children away from your family and sent them to the nursery. There should be a lot of people who survived. You are one of the rare children who remember these things." I said.

"Hmph." He sneered.

"It's probably because of your eyes that you can remember these things."

He doesn't speak.

"You must think that the culprit is Vengley, right?" I continued to cross my fingers on my knees, "However, I don't feel that I did anything wrong, and if anything, it's just that I acted too late. What your family did to you, what it did to other kids, and the development of banning bombs, my only mistake was that it was too late."

"Hmph, if an apology is useful—"

"I didn't mean to apologize. I didn't do anything wrong."

"..."

I think he almost had a myocardial infarction in less than half an hour of conversation.

"I won't get involved in the battle between you and Tsunaji. If you can't handle it, this child has no right to inherit the tenth generation. Although Peng Lie is no different from the Mancai Club, our world has never been different. So naive." I sighed, "Little guy, go fight him—and go blind as you wish."

"..." His expression was indescribable.

After a while, he finally said, "I seem to be beginning to understand why you were able to crush most families to death when you were in power."

"Because you are really bad." Liu Dao Mu gave me a serious definition.

"...Well, by the way, don't you want to know why possession doesn't work for me?" I raised my finger and looked at him with a smile.

"Because I added 'settings' to myself."

He ignored me, took back his trident and disappeared.

...Actually, there are still many questions I haven't asked, but he still held back in order to set up the character of the second-year-old boy.

It's so pathetic.

Leave him the abbot's contact information.

Even going to the electronic music conference together is better than hiding at home alone.