Lord JOJO Prynne is also living happily today

"Xiaozheng~ Do you have something that can hide your figure, or change your appearance?" Bai Lan approached with a smile.

"Huh? You mean like that?" Irie pushed his glasses and said in confusion, "What's the matter, what happened?"

"Even... there's no way to keep acting coquettish and fooling around," Bai Lan lay on the table, "There must be another way."

"You also know that you can't keep fooling Mr. Risut by being coquettish," Irie said, "I don't understand why you want something that can cover your whereabouts, Bai Lan, you also said that Mr. Risut is on a business trip." Now, it was an accident to return to Sicily, do you still want to follow Mr. Risut?"

"That's what I really like about you, Xiao Zheng~" Bai Lan chuckled lightly, "Are you always very sensitive where you shouldn't be?"

"No, you really plan to follow him?"

Irie was surprised.

"Before Risu left, I put a tiny tracker behind his earlobe. As long as I have this tracker, I won't have to worry about finding him~"

Irie Masaichi didn't really want to find out how he put the tracker behind his earlobe.

"What's the matter? What happened to Mr. Risut?" Irie Masaichi still showed a worried expression.

"Why does Xiao Zheng think so?" Bai Lan smiled.

Bai Lan often showed such a smile, which was unpredictable, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Because I know you are not such a person, Bai Lan," the red-haired boy showed a firm expression, "so tell me, if there is anything I can help, I will definitely help."

"...he will die," the white-haired boy said after a long silence, "If you leave him alone, Risu will die."

Anyway, please don't die.

Don't leave me alone.

Irikawa pursed his lips, and said with determination: "It's too risky for you to follow up alone, leave it to me, and we will follow him with electronic products."

"...Xiaozheng?"

Bai Lan looked at the red-haired friend in surprise, he opened his mouth, the words he was going to say turned back and forth a few times, and finally he said this seemingly useless sentence, "...but it's too dangerous."

"It's okay, leave it to me."

Bai Lan didn't speak, but buried her head in Irie Masaichi's arms.

Irie Masaichi stroked the soft white hair habitually.

He knew that sometimes Bai Lan felt very insecure.Although sometimes Bai Lan can entertain herself and be very high, but occasionally she will show her vulnerability in front of close people.

It was because sometimes I could see the loneliness in those violet eyes, so Irie Masaichi couldn't ignore it.

——Even if Bai Lan is really short of smoking sometimes.

To be honest, Bai Lan was a little worried.

It's not that he's worried that he won't be able to protect his friend Masaichi Irie in the world of the mafia, but...

He was worried that he would be like Bai Lan in other parallel worlds, when he was looking for interesting games with great interest, when he wanted to share the "game" with Irie Masaichi-it was always because he couldn't grasp the morality of the red-haired friend betrayed by standards.

No, it's not impossible to grasp.

Just wanted to try it out.

He wanted to see if he could be more important in his heart, to see how far Irie Masaichi could compromise for Bai Lan, and if he could, if he could back down a bit.

...The result is that it will be played off every time.

"Will you stay with me all the time, Xiaozheng?"

"of course."

……fraud.

Prynne hugged her even tighter, like a big fluffy dog ​​rubbing against the hot skin through the clothes, but she managed her own strength well and didn't make Irie Masaichi feel uncomfortable.

You who always say I'm lying are the biggest liar in the world.

……

"So the newcomer will come today?" Naranja asked curiously.

"Ah, that French brat," Apaki poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip from the cup. "It's true that Bugarati went to pick him up today."

"What kind of character will it be?"

Mista was a little curious.

"It's better to be smarter."

Fuge said lightly.

"Should have a good IQ." Mista thought for a while, "I remember that the information we got said that this French brat used to be pretty good. Later, the local gangsters broke up and their family became fragmented, so he came here to seek [Enthusiasm]'s protection."

"What are you doing? The newcomer is here, come and welcome me." Bugarati walked into the private room, followed by a boy wearing a huge apple hat.

"My name is Fran, please give me your advice."

Fran's tone was very calm, not impolite, but it made people feel very calm, with a slightly distant attitude.

"Wow!" Naranja exclaimed, "This big apple hat looks so cool!"

"Cool?"

Fugo asked an incomprehensible question.

"He was a little shorter than Bugarati, but after wearing this apple hat, Fran is taller than Bugarati!" The boy who was older than Fran looked excited, "Isn't it cool?"

"Ah... that's what you're talking about."

Fugo twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, how old are you?"

"16 is old."

"One year younger than me, Fran, I'm Naranga!"

"Mista." Mista gave him a friendly smile.

"Fogg."

"Apaki."

"Then Bugarati," Fran turned his head, looking at Bugarati with emerald eyes, "can I go ahead and find my luggage now?"

"What?" Apache raised his eyebrows, "Little brat, your luggage was stolen?"

"Hahaha Apache, you won't remember your wallet again!" Mista couldn't help laughing.

"Whispering." Apache glanced at him.

"Well, my luggage was taken away by the driver of the black car. It doesn't matter about the others, but there is an apple hat that my grandma sewed for me. I must take it back."

Frank said honestly.

Although Fran didn't know how the donut boy did it, but his intuition told him that his luggage was taken away by the black car driver.

"Then do you still have money? Where do you live at night?" Bukara asked.

"Not much left, I only have a thousand lire left, but I can sleep in the park."

Or use illusion to find a hotel to live in, but Fran would try not to do this, wouldn't that be considered a scam?

Fran thought so.

"Forget about sleeping in the park. I'll lend you some money first. You can find a hotel to live in first. Don't worry about your luggage. We'll find it for you as well."

Bugarati smiled gently and said.

"...Are you some kind mother?" Fran couldn't hold back and said, "I seem to see the holy light in you."

"..."

"Ah...he said it."

"You brat!" Apaki had the urge to flip the table.

"And you, you two straight male girlfriends in topless dresses."

Fran accurately pointed out the essence of the humanoid repeater.

"The head of the Bugarati support group."