I saved the world after jumping backwards

The time was adjusted half an hour later, and the boy transformed from "Melancholy Blues" also fast-forwarded to the sofa with the passage of time.

The champagne-colored silk pajamas were loosely tied around his slender waist, and he himself was lying on his side on the sofa in a lazy posture. His long silver hair still exuded a slight damp heat, which was touched by the young man's unrelenting gestures. Wipe gently.

There is a slightly moist but refreshing aroma in the air, which seems to be the smell of shampoo on the boy's hair.

He seemed to be staring at something, and his eyes fell on the empty coffee table at this time. His delicate and thick eyebrows were cold and melancholy, and seemed to be carrying a kind of world-weary mood.

Throwing aside the towel wet with hair, he unwrapped the lollipop and put the round candy into his mouth. The thin plastic stick was exposed, making him look like he was smoking a cigarette as elegant.

No one can take their eyes off his body, obviously before God unfolded when he started to take off his clothes, it was strange enough for a group of men to have a collective self-consciousness about a teenager's body, but at this time, if you think back to the BOSS As for the message, even the command-style message was tainted with a bit of ambiguity, making people unable to help but fantasize about it.

Could it be that the BOSS has some thoughts about this young man? Obviously, they shouldn't speculate about their boss so arbitrarily, but because of the young man's cold and gorgeous appearance, everyone has to have such gossip thoughts.

There was silence in the room, as if the only sound left was the breathing of each other with different thoughts, until the young man said for the first time with a little disgust: "Best, it's almost done, can you stop monitoring my physical condition all the time."

He was so beautiful that he was far away, as if he existed in another world, but this appearance came alive amidst his disgust and helplessness.

"Just let your hair dry naturally, don't keep arguing, really, are you Olivia?" Almost subconsciously said this sentence, the boy seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then hung down in frustration eyes closed.

The person who talked to him seemed to comfort him, and the young man curled his lips a little far-fetched, "No, I'm fine, and I'm not sad, at least I still have you."

He patted his cheek to regain his strength, and the fragility just now dissipated again.

"Who is he talking to?" Naranja asked suspiciously.

Fugo shook his head.

No one can know.

After all, Apache's stand-in ability can only simulate a specific person and the items on him at a specific time, so naturally it cannot perfectly reproduce the complete event situation at that time.Therefore, even Apache himself can only confirm that he is just sitting here talking to someone at this time.

Just when everyone was confused about this conversation, the double acted again.

The silver-haired boy's eyes sank, his well-shaped lips moved up and down, "Continue to work, Best, help me connect to the "Silver Chariot". "

After a while, he didn't know who to say to: "It's already the deadline I gave you, what's your answer?"

After a few seconds, he sneered, with a sneer on his lips, "Ah, really? You're really cautious. To be honest, I don't want to force you to make a decision, Mr. Silver Chariot."

"After all, I'm here to seek cooperation. Threats are a bit out of date, but I hope you don't forget that I know where you are now, and both of us are people who are being targeted by Diablo. .”

The young man paused here, his eyes became lazy and affectionate, and then he said something like a devil whispering in a long and lingering tone: "Of course I didn't mean to threaten you, I think you should be clear, only I to be your ally."

He paused, as if he was being asked, he touched his empty neck with one hand, and the expression on his face seemed a bit complicated.

"Is my purpose? Reporting the weak? You can think of it this way... Of course I am not joking, Mr. Silver Chariot, my purpose is the same as yours, to get back my things."

"That's what she entrusted to me. I must take it back." When he raised his head again, his eyes became firm, and the aura on his body also changed slightly. It's like being obsessed with something, and the whole person feels deep and empty.

"really?"

But in the next second, the boy's black eyes like the night sky widened slightly and at the same time lit up, diluting the previous indifference and alienation, his expression seemed to soften a bit, and the lollipop in his mouth also reached The cheek on one side is bulging like a hamster hiding food, and it looks a little cute.

"I knew you would agree. He who knows the current affairs is a hero, so it's a happy cooperation, Mr. Silver Chariot."

"Who is he talking to?" Mista was a little puzzled by this one-man show, "Silver chariot? Demon (Diablo)? And he's actually thinking about "Arrow". Who is it, what exactly do you want to do? "

Mista's question is naturally also a question that other people are thinking about. As for the role of "Arrow", everyone present must be very clear in their hearts. , before becoming the stand-in messenger.

The picture is paused here by Apache.

"He is making a deal with this man named Silver Chariot." Apaki analyzed and integrated the information obtained from this broadcast. He pinched his chin with one hand, opened and closed his lips painted with purple lipstick, and looked at Bucciarati, who has been silent all this time, "But their targets are all "arrows", what should I do, Bucciarati? "

His words made everyone on the scene look at the backbone of the team. Bugarati continued after a moment of consideration: "Keep playing, Apache, we still need other clues to arrest him. As for his The purpose is to wait until he is caught before deciding whether to conduct "torture". "

The boy chewed the remaining candy in his mouth two or three times, and stood up from the sofa. The eyes of the Bugarati team and others followed him to the bedside, probably he himself did not think that he was alone The picture of the person with no image will be played back alone, and he just fell down on the bed carelessly, and wrapped himself up in the quilt, round and round like a Japanese dessert.

The dumpling moved a bit, and let out a raving sound like a cat meowing: "...I have to go back."

But it seemed to be the language of another country. None of the Italian men in the room understood it. Only Fuge frowned subconsciously: "It seems to be Chinese. He is a substitute envoy from China?"

"He once told me that he was from Switzerland." The clear and steady voice of a young man came from the door.

"Although I don't know if it's true or not, at least I'm willing to believe him." Giorno, who had been leaning against the door at some point, said, and everyone's eyes turned to him, Apache showed an annoyed expression, "Giorno, you kid..."

"I'm sorry." Giorno said flatly, without apologizing in his tone, "But I don't know how long I have to wait outside, I think with my knowledge of Xuebu, I'm afraid it will be faster. If you found a clue, you broke in without authorization.”

"Is his name Xuebu Giorno?" Buccarati opened his eyes slightly, "So you know him? Why didn't you make it clear just now?"

Apache sneered, as if he had expected it: "Buggarati, I have already said that this guy is not trustworthy, so hurry up and drive him out."

Giorno glanced at the latter, and continued: "Yes, but also I don't know if you are trustworthy. Xuebu is my important person, and I have my own considerations about whether to expose his existence. "

Mista pointed at himself in a daze, "But you told me..."

Giorno smiled at him gently, and skillfully used his words: "That's because I think Mista is a man of affection, so it doesn't matter."

"Even if you praise me like that, I won't be happy..." Mista scratched his hair as he said that, but he seemed to be very pleased.

It took only one afternoon for Giorno to gain the trust of Mista. Buccarati observed the conversation between the two and affirmed it in his heart.

"Then let's get back to the topic for now." Giorno walked into the room under Apache's sharp eyes that almost turned into reality. "Actually, I already know where he will go next."

I don't know why, Fuge frowned and looked at him, always feeling that his attitude of knowing the silver-haired boy was a bit deliberate, as if he was deliberately declaring his sovereignty.

However, no one would be annoyed by this, after all, he was just a boy who was too good-looking.

Unexpectedly, Nalanja who was standing beside him gritted his teeth with resentment on his face: "Damn... I'm so envious... I want to know him too..."

Fugo: Ah, this...isn't it?