[Comprehensive manga tutor] You owe me money

If the plot 20 years later happens to develop into the Ring War, then there is only one thing called favor.Rokudo Mukuro with heterochromatic pupils is not invisible. According to his narcissism, he may be really satisfied with his red rabbit eyes, so the person who asked me for the glass bottle could only be the pineapple sister Colom.

"..."

Because the person standing opposite was me, so I immediately understood what he meant without even thinking about it.Isn't it just asking me if I would like to give the left eyeball to Kurom, after all, little girls are afraid of being disfigured.I understand it, but it’s really a little tangled to make up my mind to see my things pressed on other people’s faces, not to mention that I can’t get any benefits at all, and all the benefits will be attributed to 20 years later” I'm, it's me who obviously puts out my eyeballs, damn it.

A large block of black suddenly flashed before the eyes, and the little baby jumped on tiptoes onto the window sill, with uncontrollable anger in a sharp voice, "You idiot, do you even need to hesitate about such a thing!"

"The last thing I want is to be scolded by you."

I stared back without any hesitation, but I was 20 years older than me and made it look amazing, hum.

"Then you are willing to be scolded by Reborn! Seeing you now, besides being annoyed, I just want to beat you up."

I stretched out my hand and tore off the strap of the cloak, and then threw the coat with the hood on the ground. The baby with shoulder-length short hair looked at me with gritted teeth.

"Annoyed? Seeing you makes me angry. I didn't expect that the person who has been thinking that he will never follow the plot to die and not become a big-headed baby will still maintain his baby form after 20 years. Just now he said something about the War of the Rings It seems that not only followed the plot all the way to the era of Sawada Tsunayoshi, but also the Balian's cradle incident, right?"

If you break the pot and smash it, you will injure the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred.I am my own worst enemy, so I know what methods to use to keep myself from stepping down, shame, and depression.I can't believe that he didn't react at all, because now even my own face is burning.

Sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, I saw the little baby in front of me clenched its lower lip and clenched its fists hanging by its sides.Because I can't see the eyes, I can't judge the expression, but the sneer at the corner of his mouth gave me a creepy illusion.

My fingers are stiff, ah, what's going on, why will I suddenly become so terrible after 20 years, what happened to me.

"Wait... Anyway, even if it's organ trafficking, you have to give me money, money, money, I don't want to do it for nothing..."

Looking at the black shadow rushing towards me, I reflexively said the first sentence that came to my mind.Of course, I regretted it immediately, but it was probably too late. ...Fuck you bastard, where did you learn the skill of swinging the wall?Ah, no, to scold you is to scold me indirectly.

An hour later, I supported the wall and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.Now I am really penniless, whether it is money, glass bottles or dignity, all have been taken away.Even the money I used to blackmail Cole Nero was ruthlessly poached away. Should I say that I am worthy of it? I even knew clearly where I hid the money in the corner, and my actions were extremely crisp and neat, no leave traces.

"Hey, me 20 years ago, work hard to make money."

You bloody mouthy, snob, big-headed baby, perverted sadist.

I was about to vomit blood seeing the gold being dug out bag by bag.Sitting on the ground almost collapsed, I felt chills all over, the world lost its color, and my heart was more sad than encountering Reborn.My money... my savings... just disappeared like this.

Exhausted, I touched the bed and got up from the ground, my clothes were messy (I was picked up by the 20+ and smashed against the wall), my right eye was dull (the money was robbed), and my feet were sloppy (wearing your sister's boots and stepping on it) My whole body hurts now, bastard).Groping to the door, I finally did not forget the only useful sentence left by 20+,

"Hey, that incompetent me over there, in short, I tried everything possible to keep me away from Colonelo. Anyway, I would rather stick to Reborn and definitely stay away from that ghost. Although I think it may be a bit awkward to say this to you now. It's late, do your best."

Before leaving, I still didn't forget to pick up the cloak that I took off when I was just putting on B. The little baby pouted at me, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

With the mentality of giving it a try, I opened the door, and was horrified to find that Feng was still squatting there, (Are you the dungeon boss waiting for me to hunt monsters?), the slender braid on the collar was soft and quiet.The steamer in his hand was no longer steaming, but he still held it in his hand.Seeing me open the door, he blinked slightly in surprise, and then showed his signature big smile.

"Meat buns?" I propped the door, trying not to look at his face, my eyes stayed on the ground, then pointed to the room and said, "I still have a free chair."

"Eh... um. Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient." I lowered my head and could only see his wide sleeves paused, and then I hugged the steamer in my hand tightly, "But I made vegetable buns, poisonous snake Jun."

"Since there are empty chairs, then count me in, hello!"

Hey hey, where did you come from, die away from me.The moment I heard this voice, my eyelids jumped, and then the words 20+ played back in my ears.I looked up at Colonello's dazzling blond hair, then glanced at the calm wind again. My heart was ruthless. I grabbed the latter's sleeve and pulled him into the room. Closed the door.

Not to mention anything else, the steamed stuffed buns are really delicious, it's a real loss for this guy not to be a chef, but if he becomes a full-time chef, the number of unemployed people will increase dramatically, and the market economy will collapse.This time I patiently made tea for him. Although I used Italian tea, European countries like to pour seasoning into tea, all kinds of horror.Feng, who was completely Asian, frowned and finally gave me enough face to drink it up, but his face was really ugly.

After drinking tea and eating steamed stuffed buns, we chatted for a while, and finally calculated that Colonello had probably left, so I calmly got up and said to see off the guests.The previous impressions were good, but at the last moment, the wind couldn't help showing its tail,

"Mr. Viper, are you really not interested in practicing boxing with me?"

"I'm not interested at all, and you can go. Don't forget to take the steamer."

I forced the empty steamer into his hand, pushed him to the door, and forcibly saw off the guests.

Just now, Feng's eyes rested on my neck many times. Although he has carefully looked at it from the corner of his eye, the acuity of the illusionist is innate. It does not just refer to the sensitivity of the five senses, but a kind of intuition .Anyway, I just think he is looking at me, even though there is no basis, and I am not narcissistic, I am serious.

I stretched out my hand and touched my neck, there were two small holes left there, and no matter what I did, it couldn't be removed, no matter how much lotion was applied, it was useless.Since then, I didn't know that people's teeth can bite into this shape, and it is really suspicious.