Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

Although I can understand their choice, it is still very scary to take the initiative to break into the ghost's stronghold!

Ahhh, is there really no other choice? !

Gang Ji held his head and rubbed his hair, and what was the feeling just now? !

"Judaimu..." Jidaimu standing next to him looked at Tsunayoshi with some concern. Of course he also knew the feeling of wanting to help but being unable to do anything. His current position is the same as Judaimu's Yes, but he really couldn't think of anything to comfort Judaime.

"Well, take it easy, Ganga," Yamamoto hugged Tsunayoshi's shoulders, smiling bluntly, "It's going to be fine, it seems like the previous scenes have passed through, haven't they?"

"...Hmm." Tsuna nodded gloomily, and his brown hair swayed. He seemed to have felt something just now, as if it came from Unlimited Liu Gang?It seems to be Fran again...but it doesn't seem to be there. What's going on? ? ?

Not far away, Vento looked at Tsuna Yoshi thoughtfully,

Enhanced connection?

Tsuna couldn't tell what he felt, but he couldn't capture the details of the fleeting sensation, and he couldn't even be sure who it came from.

It's different from the breath I feel every time Mukuro appears, what exactly is it...

When no one knew about it, Tsunayoshi, as the main body connecting all parallel worlds, had gradually deepened his sensitivity to each world.

At the same time, the world of infinite flow,

The other people whose messages were completely ignored and could only watch their anchor Mr. make a dangerous decision are not looking very good now.

Hayato, who has been watching the live broadcast from the beginning to the end, tugged his tie a little annoyed. In fact, he should have gone back after the mission was completed, but when he went back, he suddenly thought of this. There are always some unexplainable things I just wanted to watch the live broadcast of the phenomenon on a whim, and then simply found a nearby hotel to charge after getting off the plane.

And then until now.

I don't know why he didn't plan to meet the current Judai at all. In fact, this kind of situation has happened in the past. Although he doesn't know why, he is always worried about this brown-haired youth.

No one knows better than himself that researching unknown creatures is all an excuse. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he can't deny that most of the reason why he cares so much about this live broadcast is because of this brown-haired young man who is the anchor.

I believe that other people have similar thoughts. It's not like they haven't been in contact with the brown-haired youth before. Although they were indeed involved by accident, he knows that other people feel the same as him.

There is no way to let that person go alone in those weird places to complete some inexplicable tasks.

Maybe it was a delusion, maybe it was a dream from the past, maybe it happened, but he did have a feeling of hatred for his powerlessness, just like now.

He remembered correctly, he had indeed never seen this person before.

But what is this subconscious feeling of worry?

Other guys have also found this live broadcast, but what are those guys thinking, will they do something unnecessary, will they cause any annoying accidents?

"Tsk." The more he thought about it, the more irritated Hayato Guiji was, his face darkened now.

It's not that he hasn't investigated the background of the brown-haired youth, and even under the influence of unknown emotions, he chose to conceal the existence of the brown-haired youth and investigate behind Judaime's back.

During the investigation, he also noticed that other people were also investigating. Before that, he was the only one who knew about the live broadcast. That is to say, they were also due to their inadvertent contact with that person before?

He is very sure that he loves his leader deeply, and he even wishes that other people who are in the way will disappear in front of the leader, but when the live broadcast starts, he will always choose to watch the live broadcast without hesitation, often regardless of whether he is with his favorite leader or not. And dating.

Although his rationality told him to go to the appointment, to meet the woman he loves the most, but every time this happens, his body just uncontrollably turns on the live broadcast and his eyes stick to it, and he can't come down!

Even more irritable.

Hayato Gokuji sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the computer closely, the mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang, and after a glance, he found that it was a message sent to him by Takeshi Yamamoto,

[Baseball Bastard: The evening party is about to start, aren't you going back to the headquarters yet? 】

Hayato sneered, his blue eyes were full of sarcasm, and he saw through the purpose of that baseball bastard at a glance.

Oh, how naive, I will not give you the first place on the gift list so easily.

【roll. 】After mercilessly replying a word, he didn't look at the phone again. He put his eyes on the screen again, his hands shook uncontrollably, and a series of rockets flew across the bullet screen. The ID on the leaderboard kept floating back and forth as if they had just joined the others, and finally sat firmly at the number one position, then frowned and began to worry uncontrollably, probably not even aware of his staring. On the opposite side of the screen, the one who looks exactly like him is probably from another parallel world, the gaze of Hayato Gujiji who wants to replace him is so obvious.

the other side,

Knowing that the party is about to start, Takeshi Yamamoto, who has not yet returned, looked at the message sent back by Hayato Gokuji on his phone and shrugged unsurprisingly.

"Sure enough it's not that easy." A trace of regret flashed across Takeshi Yamamoto's face. It is indeed difficult to reduce a competitor, but he sent out messages with the mentality of spreading the net widely, and now it seems that there is only Lanbo alone. I'm back.

Everyone else seemed to ignore his appearance.

In fact, Takeshi Yamamoto, who had never had any hope for text messages, was not surprised at all. He looked at the screen again. It was very hard for him to find him for the live broadcast, and in that situation...you can't rest assured at all.

When did it start?

The doubts in Takeshi Yamamoto's mind flashed away,

This feeling of being clearly worried but powerless, I always feel that I have been there since I was very young.

Just, why don't you have any impression?

And at this moment, Reborn, who was clearly in Vongola's headquarters, even sitting in front of the current Vengola tenth generation, was watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone openly, and occasionally raised his head to help refer to tonight's dress.

As soon as he looked up, Reborn, who was a compliment, didn't seem to be perfunctory at all. His black pupils were full of concentration, but he continued to watch the live broadcast when the other party turned around and looked in the mirror.

He was not interested in the farce of the little ghosts on the gift list at all. Reborn squinted his eyes and looked at the brown-haired young man who proposed to counterattack the ghost camp. The pacifier on his chest inadvertently flashed a light, sharp eyes Swept over the body of the brown-haired young man inch by inch, as if he was sizing up and inspecting something,

I haven't seen you for so many years, I'm getting fatter.