[Comprehensive] Demon Fox Hiding Horse

Il fans did not comment immediately.

Although, the sudden scorching eyes in his eyes are very telling.

This was not unexpected by Kurama.

Although the eldest son of the Hakka who beat the enemy is an out-and-out money fan, there are different types of money fans, and Yier fans are obviously not the type who can't even walk after seeing money.

The black-haired young man blinked those big cat eyes that usually remind people of the adjective "cute", and his face still lacked the necessary expression.

"We're not short of money."

He said calmly.

Kurama was not surprised by such a reply.

He unhurriedly hooked the corners of his lips.

"Perhaps it is true," he said softly, "but, excuse me, I smell a very familiar smell on your Excellency."

"—a taste very similar to mine."

"And people who have this kind of smell..." Zangma blinked, and showed a playful smile to Yier fans: "Usually, they would not reject these little things, would they?"

The beautiful black-haired young man stared at him blankly for a while.

Suddenly, the young man raised the corner of his mouth, showing a strange smile that he didn’t know whether to say interesting or meaningful——

"I think you're right."

Ignoring the companion beside him who instantly turned into a steamed bun face with resentment, Yi Ermi stepped out of the creek, completely suppressing the murderous aura around her.

***

It seems that the fight is completely impossible.

Hisoka puffed out a very sad bun face and ran to a place where Kurama and Ilmi couldn't see to get dressed—or to vent the excessive excitement and desire accumulated in his body.

Il fans don't worry about this, and Zangma doesn't care, so no one pays attention to where he disappeared or what he went to do.

The two people who temporarily became friends because of an oolong encounter and scattered jewels sat together around the bonfire built by Tibetan horses. While waiting for the delicious grilled fish smeared with special spices made by the demon fox to mature, they exchanged questions and answers. There were some simple conversations——in order to express his apology again, Kurama offered to invite Hisoka and Ilmi to have lunch, and vowed to guarantee the quality.

Unexpectedly, Il fans did not refuse.

"I'm very interested in what you said before, 'similar taste'." The black-haired youth frankly confessed after his companion left.

He looked sideways at the side face of the Tibetan horse, which became softer and more handsome under the reflection of the bonfire, and a trace of curiosity and doubt flashed in his big black eyes.

"I'm Jita Lagu." It was very rare to take the initiative to introduce himself. The black-haired eldest son of the enemy beater didn't know it. The moment he said this name, the red-haired demon fox next to him almost didn't spit out a mouthful. Water came—if he hadn't swallowed it down his throat a moment before.

"Ah... hello, I'm Nanye, nice to meet you."

While returning a gentle and kind smile, he stretched out his hand and turned the grilled fish in front of the bonfire. Kurama was surprised by the fact that the Il fan gave a fake name, and then he didn't respond.

After all, the other party is a member of a well-known killer family, so he should really be vigilant.

In other words, it would be too sweet to use his real name to take the hunter exam and make friends like his younger brother Qi Ya.

Shrugging his shoulders, Kurama looked sideways at Ilmi, waiting for him to get to the point - he didn't forget what the other party just said about his "similar taste" that was very interesting.

Il fans didn't make him wait too long.

"Nanye said before that he smelled a familiar smell on me, what does this mean?" With a pair of bright eyes flashing suddenly, the handsome black-haired young man asked as if purely curious.

Knowing for a long time that this beauty is not as simple as he looks, Tibetan horse with facial paralysis smiled when he heard this.

"It's a hobby of some kind."

he said softly.

"Gems, jewellery, antiques, works of art...of course, there are also Buddhist nuns." The demon fox who took a grilled fish and brought it to his mouth took a bite, making sure that it was fully cooked, narrowed his eyes happily, and stretched out his hand He made a "please" gesture to Yiermi, and at the same time tore off small pieces of fish meat from the one in his hand and fed them to Mokona who was sitting quietly in his arms.

He watched Yi Ermi pick up a grilled fish without any hesitation and opened his mouth to eat, the smile on his face deepened a little.

"Everyone likes these. However, there is always a limit to this kind of liking, and not everyone will exceed it."

"And we—Mr. Jitaraku, you...and I—are obviously the ones who have exceeded the limit."

"It's a very distinct smell, especially... when I'm a reasonably successful thief."

"Why can't I smell it?"

As if he didn't care about blowing up his career at all, Yaohu finally concluded with a smile.

***

Hisoka changed his clothes and put on his makeup (==) and found a few monsters with decent strength in the depths of the jungle to vent his raging desire to fight. When he returned to the stream, lunch was over. .

Beside the dying campfire were a few grilled fish that looked and smelled good wrapped in the leaves of some kind of broad plant that can be found everywhere by the stream, and it seemed that Wen had left them there for someone on purpose.

And it was not this that made Hisoka feel as if he had gone to the wrong set (...), but the two figures sitting on both sides of the bonfire, talking with great interest.

——That’s my little Yi ==+

The magician thought subconsciously.

Of course, he never thought of delving into what kind of intentions are really hidden behind this kind of thought that he thinks is a joke and arbitrariness.

Hisoka approached, just in time to hear two people talking about some news circulating in the last few continents-to be honest, he felt that the news was of little value.

The sly red-haired boy politely stopped talking and smiled at him when he came back, and the magician gave him a smile full of sweet malice.

The other party was as calm as if he hadn't seen anything.

I don't know when the name in his heart became the black-haired killer of their Xiaoyi, who also turned his head and looked at him calmly.

"There is grilled fish." He said lightly.

Hisoka grinned, and reached out to take the delicious fish that was still warm——Xiao Yi was concerned about him~even though his tone was so flat.

Oh yeah, what a lovely person (heart)~

Mr. Clown is completely unaware of how rippling he wants to be.

Kurama looked at his expression and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Frankly speaking, this face is really beautiful.

Even... it was painted with stars and tears in a rather nasty taste.

But when wearing such makeup and making a slightly exaggerated expression...

Yaohu turned her head and was not going to make any comments ==

"Jitaragu, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, it might have taken me a long time to get this information."

Turning his head, Kurama sincerely thanked Ilmi.

——He keenly noticed that the moment he called out the name "Jitaragu", the corners of Hisoka's mouth seemed to twitch with pleasure.

Yi Erfan nodded to him calmly, "I also learned a lot from you."

— In other words, even.

Zangma told Ilmi before that he was a young thief who came out from a small island in the Balusa Islands in the south of the Urubian continent and was about to venture into the vast world.

"In my hometown, although there are many people coming and going because of the rich marine products and thriving commercial trade, but if you want to further hone yourself on that small island, that alone is far from enough." Said like a model.

"So I left my hometown by boat, but I didn't want to encounter shipwreck on the way. The people who struggled to survive were separated from each other. After I was washed ashore, I entered this jungle because I had no experience in finding a way out in such a vast jungle. I've been trapped here for almost two months, and I can't get out no matter what."

——This rhetoric is not without flaws.

However, this jungle is indeed close to the coast, and its area is beyond imagination (the dandelions have not sent back the news of finding the border of the forest until now), so the situation that Zangma said is not impossible.

In addition, neither he nor Il fans intend to have more involvement with each other, so I am too lazy to weave a more impeccable lie - anyway, he just wants to know some recent news and news circulating in the mainland from Il fans , so as to get the approximate time of appearance from the middle - he can't ask directly, that would be too stupid.

And the other is too lazy to care about whether the other party has lied or not—he is not ready to be friends, will not endanger the safety of himself and his family, and it will not take much effort to tell the other party some news that everyone knows, especially if the other party is ready. His lunch was very appetizing, and it had given him such a big advantage before.

The two have their own thoughts, so they get along well after getting along.

But with Hisoka's return, both Kurama and Il fans know that their conversations and "friendship" should be over.

So when Hisoka settled his late lunch in a gentle and gentle manner, Ilmi pulled him to say goodbye to Kurama.

Before leaving, they also kindly pointed out the exit in a certain direction for Zangma. It is said that after walking for about 10 minutes, you can see a fairly prosperous town.

Zangma smiled and thanked, and then the two sides parted, and the whole process was not muddled.

It was not until the dandelions sent back the news that the two had left far away that Cangma dropped the smile on his face and looked down at Mokona who had been obediently keeping quiet all the time: "Thank you, Mokona, they have already left." gone."

Bai Tuanzi smiled and stretched out his hand to touch Zangma's cheek, "Well, Mokona sensed that their aura is far away."

Afterwards, his tone became extremely dignified: "But Mokona didn't feel their breath before! Obviously..."

When the fight was about to start, the energy emanating from the red-haired man was so strong and shocking.

Kurama rubbed his head.

"It's not Mokona's fault."

Those two people should have used "jue" before.

The demon fox thought with a headache.

However, "Mocona, congratulations! This is another world full of energy."

Shaking his head to get rid of all kinds of thoughts that make people have headaches and irritability, Kurama smiled.

And a world full of energy also means——

"There should be... no less things that can make Miss Yuko tempted..."

Zangma calculated silently.