Lord Shenming ran away with "dirty"

Sakakibara took Nakaya to the Wuming Shrine, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he turned around and lifted Sakakibara's mask.

"What kind of mask is Duan Duan wearing?" Nakaya was stunned after he lifted it off, he acted too quickly, Sakakibara's demon power hadn't subsided yet, and the red and black demon lines on his face were particularly conspicuous.

It's not that he was frightened, he just felt that the Sakakibara that he usually sees is different, his eyes are completely like the cold mechanism of monsters, as if the ice has a sharp blade, which is completely different from the gentle and sincere eyes in the past.

But he quickly realized that, with curiosity, he reached out to touch the demon pattern on Sakakibara's face: "You... how did you do it?"

"I said..." Sakakibara didn't expect his focus to be here, "Chuya, shouldn't you ask what's going on?"

Zhong also gave him a look that could not help you, continued to attack his eyes, and asked absent-mindedly: "What's going on?"

The unusual eyes made it difficult to tell the real from the fake, Chuya was eager to try, his fingertips were about to poke into the eyes, Sakakibara quickly grabbed his hand: "It's not the color contact lenses, you will be blinded by poking."

"Tsk." Probably because he failed to satisfy his curiosity, he was speechless with dissatisfaction, "Say it quickly, or I will do it myself."

As soon as the words fell, he rubbed the demon lines at the corners of Sakakibara's eyes with his fingertips, and looked at the redness of his fingertips: "So it wasn't painted."

"hiss--"

"You should be gentle." Sakakibara pressed lightly, and there was a slight tingling sensation on the skin, the demon power quieted down, and the demon pattern also retreated, revealing the red corners of his eyes, as if he had cried.

With a guilty conscience, Zhong also put his hands behind his back and hid his fingertips, knowing that he had used some force, but he still refused to admit that he had changed the concept: "It's much lighter than fighting."

"Can this be compared to fighting?" Sakakihara tapped the corner of his eye, and accidentally tapped on it, "Hiss..."

Zhong also stopped his hand nervously: "Okay, if you tap again, it will really break."

Sighing, Sakakibara sat on the ground, and Nakaya obediently found a seat opposite him, and suddenly realized that this was a shrine, he pulled Sakakibara's sleeve.

"Last time, was it you?"

When he asked the question that he had just realized in his heart, his clear blue eyes seemed to be convinced, without any wavering, and the question was just to ensure that the answer was correct.

"Yes."

"I just said, who will help me." Nakaya's eyes were clear, and he recalled the smell of blood at that time, "So the injury you suffered when you were unconscious last time has already existed."

"..."

One question was more difficult to answer than the other. Before he knew it, Sakakibara's fingertips climbed up his neck.

Knowing his little tricks like the back of his hand, Zhong also knew what the answer was when he saw it, and didn't care whether the other party answered, he continued to ask: "Who are you fighting?"

Although he already vaguely had a candidate in his mind, Sakakibara knew the details of that person at that time, and it was clear that Sakakihara's name was not on the report.

"Chuya, didn't you say that you don't care about it?" Sakakibara couldn't help begging for mercy, and responded to his question almost indulgently, "What's more, you already guessed it, didn't you?"

Sakakibara doesn't care about Chuu and knows everything, as long as Chuu doesn't hate him, he doesn't like to hide things, let alone Chuuya.

It's just that there are some things that he can't say, and he has to think about them later.

"I..." When did I say it, and Chuya, who was just about to refute, remembered what he said in the car at that time, his face darkened, okay, wait for me here.

Unable to find a word to refute for a while, Chuya clenched his fists angrily, and his hands suddenly itched.

"Give."

Following his voice, what caught the eye was his long purple hair that was handed over.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I always feel that the originally smooth and shiny long hair has become awkward, as if I know that I am about to be destroyed.

Sakaki originally thought well, but when Nakaya pulled his hair, he lost his anger. Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that venting his anger by himself was different from someone else sending him to the door.

Sure enough, Zhong Ye became even more angry, what was the meaning of handing it over, as if he often bullied him, although he still wanted to grab him.

The opposite side waited for a long time, but did not wait for the familiar force, Sakakibara found that he didn't know why, and Chuya became even more angry.

He didn't even want to pull his hair anymore, he was really angry, and just when he wanted to propose the idea of ​​sparring with Zhongye to let him vent, he instinctively sounded the alarm.

Resolutely retracting the thought just now, Sakakibara brushed his hair back, put his palm on the back of his hand, and pointed to the corner of his eye with one hand: "Don't you want to know how you did it?"

"It's an imitation."

"I can do it too?" His words successfully aroused Chuya's curiosity. If he could do it himself, then wouldn't it be possible to mix with monsters.

Sakakibara showed hesitation, and finally changed the subject, but fell into a dead end again: "Your words... not yet."

"Oh."

The short answer fully showed his disappointment, and he was not even interested in the following questions.

"Okay, wait until your body can bear the strength, then it will be fine."

Then you will recover your memory, Sakakibara thought.

"Huh, is it?"

"Yes, trust me."

"So, you became the head of the monster?" Zhong also compromised, since he said so, it's no good to lie to himself, if you can't in the future, you can go to him.

Sakakibara cooperatively changed the subject, not caring that the other party was teasing him: "It doesn't count, but I'm in charge of Yokohama."

"How do monsters select candidates?" He looked quite curious, and unconsciously leaned forward.

"In the arena, the person who stands at the end becomes the manager." Sakakibara glanced at the other party with a smile in his eyes, "You must be very interested."

"How can..."

"I can't see it, Sakakibara, you can fight till the end."

Suddenly, he said this, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, are all monsters like this?

"Chuya." Sakakibara called him in a muffled voice, stretching out his hand to grab the face he had wanted to grab for a long time, "It doesn't mean that you can't compare with others in physical skills."

"Excuse me, is it?"

His speech became slurred, and Chuya, who is still dead-mouthed until now, if one ignores his shining eyes and those pricked ears.

The bright eyes cover up his thoughts very well, other abilities?It sounds like a fight.

"Cough." Sakakibara hid his smile. If he found out, it would be endless. At this moment, he didn't realize what Chuya was thinking, "Chuya, are you interested in monsters?"

"The unknown is always itchy, isn't it?"

"Would you like to take a walk there?"

Chuya didn't make a sound, but he didn't hide his wanting eyes.

"Before, I blocked the portal on the grounds of building a festival. Although the monsters ran away, the festival continued." Sakakibara raised his arm, hooked his fingers, and from nowhere in the shrine, a mask floated.

Under Sakakibara's command, the mask fell lightly into Nakaya's hand, and he turned it to the front. It was exactly the same style as Sakakibara's mask, except that the horns were in different positions.

"This is?"

"Your mask."

He stared at Ai Sakakibara, but unfortunately he didn't say anything for a long time. He put on the mask directly, the size was just right, and when he looked outside through the mask, his field of vision was much smaller.

"When this matter is over, I will take you shopping."

"It's a word."

Chuya was wearing a mask, not yet used to this kind of vision, couldn't find Sakakibara's hand, started to grope around, and was just about to lower his head.

"It's a word."

Sakakibara took the initiative to hook his little finger and promised him softly.

After Chuya returned, he received an order from the leader to investigate "White Kirin" together with Dazai and Oda Saku.

Although he was quite unhappy, it was after all an order from the leader, and since a certain civil servant had not yet recovered, it was hard for him to drag him along.

Be patient, just wait until the matter is over, now Zhong also doesn't know that a certain unscrupulous boss is planning black-hearted calculations, calculating the value of the two of them, and taking this as an attempt.

From that day on, with the port city of Yokohama as the stage, when the actors who were eyeing the tiger took their positions, the prologue of the 88-day game with the most deaths in the history of the Yokohama Mafia officially began.

After that, when the people of Yokohama recalled this incident, they called it "Dragon Fighting Struggle", which also laid the foundation for the port Mafia to become the leader of Yokohama.

All organizations have lost cadres and above, so naturally they will not let it go, except for a few organizations that have done nothing about it.

They chose to take revenge one after another. At first, they didn't believe the weird rumor, and all pointed the finger at their deadly enemy.

But they couldn't help but believe it. As time passed, a person with supernatural powers died every once in a while. The deaths of people with supernatural abilities were all kinds of strange things, and they couldn't find a chance for the hostile organization to attack.

In the end they can only choose to believe.

The reputation of "White Qilin" spread on the battlefield of Yokohama, and many people with supernatural powers avoided it. Of course, there were also people whose confidence in themselves exploded.

The cumulative amount of rewards offered by major organizations is not low, and there are not a few fools who are tempted by it.

Port Mafia successfully touched the "White Kirin" by using their numerous corpses, and just when Port Mafia was about to set up a net, the latest news came—[GSS]'s vault was ransacked.

stomping on...

It was heard from the corridor in the Mafia building at the port. The group of three could be said to be majestic, but the man wearing glasses was a little uncomfortable.

This person seemed a bit shy when pointing at other people, but the two people next to him obviously turned a blind eye.

They had just returned from the investigation of the vault, and among them, Oda Saku didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck, but he was unscathed when he encountered the legendary "White Kirin".

Dazai walked in the front. They were looking for Sakakibara. Since Sakakibara gave him the information last time, he was similar to Chu, although it took less time than Chu.

In addition, during this period of time, Sakakibara actually asked for leave at this critical juncture, and the unusual behavior naturally aroused Dazai's suspicion.

The plan planned in his mind was about to be implemented, and he planned to be more on the safe side and get the latest information from Sakakihara.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

"Long time no see Sakakibara." Dazai opened the door to say hello to Sakakibara, but he couldn't find the other person in the past few days, so it was because he specially sent someone to monitor him, and came here in a hurry after getting the news.

It's just that the foot he wanted to step into the room was suspended in the air, and when he looked up, there was no place in the room to put his foot down.

Pile after pile of documents squeezed the space of the room, the sofa, the floor, the table, and even Sakakihara's arms could faintly see scattered documents.

Dazai Kurosuke turned his head and looked at Odasaku, rolled up his sleeves resignedly to make room for his own seat.

The third person looked at Dazai in amazement, as if surprised that Dazai would take the initiative to do something, glanced at Sakakibara from the corner of his eye, and quietly joined them.

It was hard to vacate a seat, but there was only a small space. They were squeezed into the seats, which seemed a bit cramped.

Sitting in the small seat, Dazai was also restless, he complained about the uncomfortable seat, and at the same time, with a hint of showing off:

"Sakakibara, I met another very interesting person."