All my brothers are from another world

Dry mountain.

Gangji stood there nervously.

"Illumi! My dear, can you explain to me about this child?" The woman's electronic eyes flickered wildly, looking at the child with messy hair in front of her.

"Where did this child come from?" Madam Kiqiu turned to Illumi and Osamu Dazai standing beside her.

Facing Mrs. Kiqiu's questioning, Osamu Dazai glanced aside immediately, expressing that he didn't care about his own affairs, and moved his steps silently, wanting to stay away from the culprit.

Yier Fan didn't show any expression, but talked about the task.

"Mom, all the missions have been completed." He lowered his eyes slightly, his dark cat eyes remained calm: "All three targets were killed, except for one who died in an accident. The mission went well."

"Really? That's great! Ah, ten-year-old Illumi is so capable! Mom is so happy!"

"No, Dazai Osamu is also credited for it." Ilmi said: "He assisted in this operation in a very organized and disciplined manner. After all, it is still a bit difficult to kill two strong mind-power users, thanks to Osamu Dazai's abilities helped a lot."

"Is that so? Dazai." Il's fan said to the bandaged boy.

As the first child, Yi Ermi had a good grasp of her mother Ki Qiu's temperament, and within a few words of conversation, she diverted Ki Qiu's attention.

The electronic eyes of Mrs. Beater turned to Osamu Dazai following the camera on the wall.

"Oh? Little Dazai's ability?" Kiqiu asked.

Dazai smiled.

Osamu Dazai wanted to hit someone.

Yi Ermi is really a jerk.

"It's about the ability to temporarily suppress thoughts."

The boy in the bandage replied: "But it can only be for three seconds. And it must be in contact with the other party all the time."

"It's still thanks to the existence of Young Master Yiermi. If there is no Young Master, then I will only end up being killed if I go."

Osamu Dazai had a very sincere smile on his face: "It is my great honor to be appreciated by Master Irmi."

Ah, what a hypocrite this man is.

Yi Ermi glanced at the bandaged boy, knowing without thinking that the other party must be scolding him bloody in his heart.

"Three seconds."

Ki Qiu's fan slapped lightly, and she looked at the other party carefully.He said with a bit of ambiguity: "Three seconds. It's enough to kill a person. But little Dazai's muscular and physical abilities can't keep up."

"It is necessary to strengthen the training. If you use it well, it may become a good nirvana."

"Okay, ma'am. I understand. I will continue to train hard." The bandage boy said with a smile, his tone was very sincere.

"Then mother," Yiermi said, "I will take this child away."

"Wait. Illumi," Kikyo reacted suddenly, "you haven't explained to me where this kid comes from."

The black-haired and black-eyed boy asked suspiciously: "Didn't Mom receive my message? Shouldn't I already know that? After all, I've already sent you his portrait."

portrait?Jiqiu froze for a moment, she immediately thought of Yiermi, and sent herself a portrait that made her feel very amazing when she was performing the task.

"So it's this child? It doesn't look like much, but the facial features are still pretty... Great! Illumi, mom just needs a model. If that's the case, why not..."

Mrs. Kicho hadn't finished speaking.It was interrupted by the eldest son's words without ups and downs.

"No, Mom. I brought this man back."

"He's mine now. Even Dad can't take it away by force." Yi Ermi looked straight at his mother, with a bit of coldness in his tone: "Mom knows, right?"

"I wouldn't be happy if I did that."

Mrs. Kiqiu's electronic eyes paused for a moment, and then spun up and down rapidly in the next second.

The woman's voice became extraordinarily excited and high-pitched because of the excitement, and the soprano was very sharp: "Really?! My lovely Illumi actually talked to herself like this!"

"Although Illumi hid it well, mom still felt a bit of cold killing intent!"

"Oh hehehe, it's okay, it doesn't matter, since Irmi wants to raise it, then mom won't stop it."

Kiqiu's court fan opened slightly: "But this child still has to keep up with the most basic training, you understand, right, Yiermi."

The black-haired, black-eyed killer tilted his head, speaking

Calmly: "Of course, I know, Mom."

"I will train you well."

Are you talking to yourself?Gang Ji, who has been afraid to speak, raised his head slightly, looking at his big brother who was about the same age as him, a little confused and nervous.

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"Beating the enemy's family is a family of killers, and being a killer is a very delicate job, so you must also be careful." Yi Ermi looked at the child who fell to the ground before taking a few steps and fell silent for a moment. up.

"12 times." He slowly spit out a number.

"Eh?"

"That's how many times you've fallen since I brought you back to the ship."

The boy in bandages walked over Tsunaki from behind slowly.

He turned his head and glanced at the child on the ground, and his tone was somewhat surprised: "Left foot tripped right foot, stepped on gravel, the ground is slippery, the body is unbalanced..."

Osamu Dazai counted with his fingers: "Ah, how did you do it? Don't you feel pain?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at Ilmi and said, "Here, how do you train like this?"

Osamu Dazai's tone was somewhat gloating.

The brown-haired child struggled to get up from the ground, bit his lip and shook his head.

Yi Ermi's tone was slightly distressed: "Indeed, why is the balance so poor? How did you survive Meteor Street?"

"Ah, but Dazai, don't laugh, you are obviously 14 years old. After all, you are so old, and you still look aggrieved and vulnerable after falling down. It looks like you deserve a beating."

Dazai's expression did not change.

"That's right, the young master is still a child after all, it's a kind of killing not to understand the fragile appearance of a beautiful boy."

Yi Ermi's dark cat eyes looked at the other party.

Osamu Dazai's face was stiff, but he didn't smile.

Yier fans withdrew their eyes and looked at Gangji.

He really didn't expect such a thing to happen.Although several falls on the airship aroused his vigilance, but it seems that his left foot tripped over his right foot like this...

Il twirled his pin in a daze, never admitting to being confused and wanting to see how it worked.

However, in addition to talent being part of the factor, an excellent killer must also be trained.

Yi Erfan felt that he could see the potential in the other party, he thought about it for a while, and talked

Looking at the clothes of the curly-haired boy next to him, he pointed at Gang Ji with the other hand and said, "In this case, as a senior in the industry, I will let you take care of him."

Osamu Dazai was stunned, he pointed to himself: "Are you serious?"

The two-black boy tilted his head: "Of course."

"Perhaps, if there is a chance, I can take him to see my younger brothers." Yier Fan said in a natural tone: "After all, if they are of the same age, they should have more common topics. "

Did this kid forget that he was only ten years old?

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

However, according to Il fans, because the rules have not been explored clearly, it is too dangerous.

Therefore, Aluka Striker is not able to contact the "family".But after all, as a family member, all material needs and certain emotional requirements need to be guaranteed.

Therefore, the other party does not use mechanical care, but regularly arranges new female servants every time.

If the Yier fans themselves have been supervised, and as an ally, it is not suitable for them to inquire about the news too frequently, then it is not impossible to arrange a young child who doesn't know much about anything to try it out.

Osamu Dazai thought about it, but it was really troublesome, and he didn't like children.

Thinking like this, Osamu Dazai heard the other party continue talking.

"If you want to go outside, I think you will need an identity card." A black card with Hunter's characters appeared in the pale and bloodless fingers.

"I specially asked Mi Chi to make one for you."

Oh, there was a pure smile on the curly-haired boy's face.

He drew the card.

"Of course, there is no problem, young master, I am very happy."

He touched the soft hair of the brown-haired child:

"Okay, is it Xiaogangji? Let's go to see Butler Indus—"

Hisoka was very confused now.

The playing cards in his hand were shuffled.After watching the strong man on the ring miss another attack, he flew out in a strange way and fell to the ground.

Is this opponent really releasing water on purpose?

No, it should be said, are all these opponents letting go?

The voice of Miss Narrator is impassioned.

"No. 46 player Komaeda is really lucky. In contrast, player No. 78 seems to be very unlucky. He tripped over his own weapon at the beginning of the game. This is really a big mistake!"

"Can player 78 still stand up?! He seems to be using his big move! Ah, the poisonous sword from player 78 who defeated the previous enemy.

It is said that the poison above can kill a tiger in an instant!Ah, he rushed over, can player 46 avoid it? "

On the arena, the white-haired boy in a dark green jacket looked at the strong man rushing in front of him, and sighed slightly.

Then he turned his body slightly, raised his head, and looked at the dazzling, constantly flashing colored lights.

"The light seems a bit harsh..."

Innumerable searchlights above are shining in exchange.

"Oh my God! The goddess of fate seems to have really appeared!! Is this the man who is illuminated by the radiance of the goddess of fortune?! It's unbelievable!" Miss the commentator pressed the button for the final game.

"It seems that due to the eye injury just now, contestant No. 78 was just flashed by a light, and accidentally cut his hand with a knife! He fainted on the ground! Please come here quickly! What a misfortune!"

"Congratulations to No. 46 Komaeda contestant! You have successfully advanced to the 100th floor! It is incredible that you successfully advanced in just two days!"

People around burst into applause.

He was cut by a knife, and he brought such a dangerous thing.Komaeda looked at the man lying in front of him, foaming at the mouth, and thought that this was too dangerous.

The referee next to him shouted the number 46.

"100 floors?" Komaeda asked.

"Yes, contestant No. 46, you can have your own independent room when you reach the 100th floor." The referee gave the boy a certificate: "Please take this to the counter to get your own room card."

"That's it. Thank you." The boy in the dark coat walked out of the arena.

He saw a man with flamboyant red hair leaning against the wall outside, as if he was waiting for him.

It was the clown of the day, oh no.

It should be said Mr. Magician.

"Is Mr. Magician looking for me here?" Komaeda looked around and asked.

"Yes——" Hisoka looked at the certificate in his hand: "You have advanced very quickly. If this is the case, you may be able to reach the 200th floor in a few days. Komaeda-kun is very powerful."

"No, no, no," Komaeda said with a glance, "I'm just an ordinary person with good luck."

"But having said that, I really didn't expect that the place where Mr. Magician said that the food and accommodation is included is actually an arena..."

The white-haired boy explained: "Of course it's not bad, it's just a little surprising."

"The Sky Arena should be considered a relatively famous building, right? ☆Komaeda-kun, haven't you heard of it before?"

Komaeda was stunned for a moment, and then showed a humble smile: "Ah, maybe I'm too ignorant."

"Hmm——" Hisoka didn't question this statement: "But Komaeda-kun should be careful, after all, because of good luck, if you guess correctly, Komaeda-kun has already been targeted by many people."

Hisoka's eyes slightly glanced at the corner, and the black shadow in the corner flinched slightly: "Komaeda-kun should be more careful—"

"Really?" The boy paused for a moment, then smiled softly: "Mr. Magician is really a good person!"

"Huh? Good guy?"

"Yes."

"I really didn't expect that a scum like me could meet such a good person. I am really lucky."