[Comprehensive] Raiders Manual

[I have already inquired about my own life experience. ] Kuna walked to the door in confusion, looked up at him with a face similar to Kuroro, 【Maybe Ilmi has already met Kuroro and gave him her hair. 】

"It's really similar..." The gentle and handsome young man's eyes were full of tenderness, and he tentatively put his hand on the top of her head, and rubbed it twice after she was not rejected, "I just got it not long ago." I'm really sorry that the news came so late, Naku."

He called Kuna's name confusingly and affectionately, like a gentle and good-tempered young man who loves the younger generation, and he felt guilty because what he wanted to say was cruel to the weak young man in front of him, "Your mother ran away from home at that time, I passed away when I gave birth to you...the hospital had no choice but to put you in an orphanage, I'm sorry."

[Obviously it should be a brother-sister relationship, right? 】It just blended the appearance, and Ah Qi dutifully corrected the blood relationship data before the result came out.

The hand on the head was removed, and the young man sighed, "It took me so long to find you...I'm sorry."

"Najiu, I'm your uncle." He was wearing a British vintage coat at this time, with his favorite white shirt inside, and the gentleman had an indescribably bookish air.

"Uncle...Uncle?" Jiu Nai stared at the young man who bent down and watched her tenderly, her face was a little pale, she bit her lips, "I... don't know."

"I know," the young man's voice was much lower, and it contained guilt and expectation that ordinary people could hear, "I know you still need to adapt..."

His bent body was lowered, and the two of them were very close that way—it was a relatively intimacy height, and it was the distance that strangers who had just met would avoid.

It was as dark as ink, and it seemed that the vast starry sky enveloped everything. Her warm eyes stopped her retreating steps, and her light voice made people feel good. "Let's get along slowly, don't worry."

His smile is not real, but it is easy to indulge in it.

Kuna hesitated for a while, "...OK."

The long conversation made Sawada Tsunayoshi feel a little worried, Kuna's complexion was not very good, she came in with her head slightly lowered, and she was half lying on the table, not knowing what she was thinking.

The students sitting at the door listened to the general idea, and after a while, the news of "Uncle Hatake Naku's confession" reached their ears.

With such a background, the girls in the classroom looked at her with unconcealable sympathy. The silver-gray boy lowered his eyes and let out a soft snort. Thinking of the soft touch when he held her hand in the morning, he turned his face away irritably. .

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know how to comfort her, and was afraid that he would poke her scar by saying something wrong, so he took out the chocolates his mother bought for him from his school bag, and placed them carefully on Kuna's table, smiling nervously, "Thank you The fried shrimp at noon..."

The Qingjun youth showed a flowery smile, "Thank you, Sawada-kun."

"No...you're welcome." Mingming faced the gentle Hatake-kun, but for some reason he couldn't help avoiding it.Maybe it was the way she looked at him softly, or something else he hadn't discovered yet.

The piano room is not big, but there is only a half-new piano and a chair of a suitable height inside, and it looks much more empty from the window.

The slender fingers pressed the white keys lightly, making a boring monosyllabic, long and boring tone that could even be called noise, which did not wake up at all because the boy with his head bowed and covered by his hair only showed his fair and delicate chin , but it can also remind people of Wusheng's appearance.

There was a bang outside the door, and there was a rush of footsteps. Kuna heard the sound and looked sideways. Before she could see that her shoulders were being hooped vigorously, she turned around and pressed her back against the piano keys. He hissed in pain, and heard a male voice holding back his anger, "What are you doing like this?! I thought you were the only one who was abandoned! Why are you crying for a boy!"

Hayato Gokuji grabbed the clothes on her chest, but unexpectedly touched the softness that was different from boys, he was startled, his ears turned red and he let go like an electric shock.

When Kuna returned home with her schoolbag on her back, Kurolosilu stood at the door of her house carrying a suitcase she got from nowhere.

When he saw her, his eyes lit up, and he waved at her with a gentle and silly look, "Najiu..."

The footsteps paused, Jiuna opened her mouth and still didn't say the name the man told her, Kuroro didn't force it, and changed the topic tacitly to relieve the awkward atmosphere between the two, " I came in a hurry...the surrounding hotels are already full, so..."

The tips of his ears were stained with powder, as if he was ashamed of wanting to spend a day at the home of a junior he just met, and he moved for a while to hide the suitcase behind him, but how could he be so tall and tall to block it? .

The man stood there in embarrassment. When Jiuna went upstairs, he took two small steps back, "I... come to see you, I'll leave in a while..."

"Come in," Juna took out the key from the bag to open the door, turned on the light, and smiled shyly at him, "The house is a bit messy, please don't mind."

"No, no..." The handsome-looking man seemed to be struggling to lift the suitcase into the house, changed his shoes at the entrance, and bowed politely, "Excuse me."

Compared to Kurt, the man who was asked to sleep on the only bed looked flattered. He saw Kuna in men's pajamas hugging pillows and bedding and preparing to sleep on the sofa, and he had a strong objection, "No , I'm going to sleep on the sofa! It's time for Naiku to grow up and read..."

Compared to the 1.5-meter-long sofa, a slender man would shrink into a ball, so the final compromise was that Kuroro slept on the floor in a heated room.

The room was very warm, and his body was covered with a thick bedding with an unknown fragrance. He opened his eyes slightly in the dark night, and the black-haired young man kept his original position until Kuna fell asleep on the bed.

"It's so simple...it's enviable." Kuroro chuckled lightly, the warmth in his eyes no longer showed the cold look that the leader of the Phantom Troupe from Meteor Street should have. Even so, doing The face with this expression is still so good-looking that women flock to it.

Sitting up, leaning against the wall with his knees bent, he unbuttoned his collar and complained softly, "It's a bit hot..."

The boy sleeping on the bed, no, it should be called Kuna a girl, the swan-like elegant neck exposed in the air is so fragile that it seems to be broken when it is folded, the creamy skin is delicate and soft, probably the face similar to him caused Kuroro's interest, he leaned over and looked at Kuna who was asleep and didn't know that he was being observed with interest.

What was he doing when he was this age... In his spare time, Kuroro recalled the past with great interest. At that time... probably he was still killing people on Meteor Street for a large bottle of milk that was about to expire.

He looked at Kuna with a smile, and just pierced the man's chest with a knife so neatly, before the sex... Kuroro raised his hand, and did the actions he had done before through the moonlight shining in from the window ——Turning his right hand, he turned around a few times calmly before the sex. Of course, he jumped to the side during the sex to prevent the dirty blood from splashing on his clothes... It is difficult to wash off the blood. ah.

He recalled his past here, looking back at Kuna's immature and innocent appearance who had no sense of defense, he felt a little ridiculous.

He was thrown to Meteor Street since he was a child, and finally survived... And according to the results of the brigade's test report, he actually has a 14-year-old sister?

It's ridiculous...

Compared to him being abandoned on Meteor Street, the so-called younger sister at least grew up in an orphanage under the normal system, enjoying a normal life that he never enjoyed.

Of course, there will always be one or two scumbags in society, and beautiful children are always coveted.

He easily found out why a good little girl would dress up as a boy to live, although it had nothing to do with him.

But think about it, with a face similar to his, being molested by the slag without any resistance... I feel disgusting.

Of course, this so-called truth is nothing more than a forgery fabricated by Ah Qi.But if someone really did this to Jiu Nai, Ah Qi would be the first to come out and make him regret being born in this world.

Picking out a dark overcoat and putting it on, the young man lifted up the stray hair that had been combed deliberately on his forehead. The color of his pupils was like the night sky tonight, lonely and cold.

The so-called orphanage was not far away, and it took a few minutes to walk in. The old dean was already snoring and soundly asleep.

Slowly putting on the temporarily bought leather gloves, the young man with a smile on his face approached silently, his eyes dimmed, thinking about which plan should be implemented in Fei Tan's usual torture method.

"Forget it," he said to himself with his head bowed, "if my dear 'sister' finds out that I'm not there, how frightened I will be."

Coming back with a chill in his body, the tall and slender man stood by the bed and pointed his cold finger on the forehead of the girl who was still in the sleeping position before he left, "I slept so soundly."

With the sound of the alarm, he got out of the quilt, and the quilt on the ground had been folded and put aside.She walked out with bare feet and shoes on, and when she opened the door, she smelled the smell of food. The young man in an apron smiled at her gently with a plate, just like a dream.

"Naku came over to have breakfast."

Kuna didn't move, she stood at the door and looked at him as if she was frozen.

The young man took off his apron in embarrassment, and asked carefully, "What's wrong..."

"It's nothing," Kuna replied slowly, and it took a long time before he asked softly again, "Are you really... are I my uncle?"

"Of course." The man replied seriously, before he got tired of playing.