Handbook of Heroes and Heroes in Love [Comprehensive]

The sea breeze swept the hazy sunlight into the room, and the light blue curtains floated in soft arcs, accompanied by the chirping of seabirds, making this morning full of vitality.

Yayoi Hanano was woken up by the first knock on the door, and the people outside seemed to know that this little noise was enough, so they didn't continue to knock on the door.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and was about to get up when she was stopped by a sharp arm.

Takeshi Yamamoto squinted one eye and said sleepily, "What's wrong?"

Yayoi Hanano couldn't believe that he didn't hear, she pushed his arm, just touched a scar with her fingertips, she rubbed lightly along the hideous scar, and murmured softly, "Well...someone is looking for you, outside the door."

The tingling sensation spread from her fingertips like an electric current, and soon spread to her limbs, even her hair was shaking excitedly.

Yayoi Hanano froze for a moment, like a kitten meeting an enemy, her eyes widened vigilantly, and she shrank back.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her shoulder, and the only remaining conscience prevailed.

The hand under her neck pressed the black hair, letting her bury it in her chest, the soft breath beat the soft rhythm in the heart, Yamamoto Takeshi let out a satisfied sigh, "Don't worry, just go on sleeping .”

I don't know whether to say ignore the people outside the door or ignore him.

This is a good idea, Yayoi Hanano is a little shaken, she is really too tired, and now she just wants to sleep until the end of time.

But after a while, I dismissed this idea again.

——The dull knock on the door sounded again, although it was still in a polite rhythm, but it just felt that if it didn't open the door, it would persevere.

Takeshi Yamamoto sighed helplessly, "There is only one day as promised..."

He turned over and picked up the clothes on the ground, revealing his wheat-colored back, which was covered with scars, including old scars and pink scars, which could be seen to have just healed.

He dressed one by one slowly, without even glancing at the rags on the floor, he took out a white bathrobe from the closet and handed it to the girl who was still lying on the bed, "I'll go out and buy clothes for you right away. You wait I will wear this first if I remember."

He remembered that there was a tailor shop next door.

"Put it on the bed," Yayoi Hanano shrank back into the bed, her waterfall-like black hair was bent into a pitiful arc, she blinked, "You go and do it first, it won't be too late to buy me clothes after all the things have been dealt with. "

She was just about to put [Be sure to come back later! ] These words were engraved on his face.

Takeshi Yamamoto melted, and then said: "Don't worry, I'll be back soon, I don't know how long you can stay this time, how can you waste your time sleeping? I'll take you out for a while, anyway, this is also a holy place for tourism."

Yayoi Hanano was a little moved, and twisted her hair with her index finger in a tangled circle, before saying, "Okay then."

After getting an affirmative answer, Takeshi Yamamoto leaned over and kissed her between the eyebrows, "Good boy."

He just walked to the door, glanced into the cat's eye, and opened the door without even pausing, but the arc of the door was "coincidentally" so that the people outside the door could not see the scenery in the room.

——This is actually a lot of redundancy. The original setting of the suite separates the bedroom from the outside.

"Ah...it's Prison Temple." Takeshi Yamamoto lazily propped up the door, two buttons on the collar of his black shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his exquisite Adam's apple, he said with a smile, "What's the matter early in the morning? "

The silver-haired man was wearing a suit, and the black high-quality fabric perfectly wrapped the contours of his body, making him tall and strong.

"There is a joint meeting of the Maduer family this morning, and you will attend it on behalf of Pengelie." Hayato said calmly, looking at Takeshi Yamamoto indifferently, without the slightest desire to peek into the room.

"What time do you leave?" Takeshi Yamamoto yawned.

Hayato Guiji replied sternly, "It's been two hours' drive, you'd better leave now."

Takeshi Yamamoto frowned in distress, "Is it the same when you go?"

"Usually you are the one who communicates with them, and no one can replace you." Prisoner Hayato stated the facts coldly.

Takeshi Yamamoto sighed helplessly, "Hey, hey, don't you want to push me away..."

Of course, this is just a joke, because Takeshi Yamamoto is too aware of this person's business-like character.

The former impulsive blood has disappeared from him in the past two years, as if he had been skinned alive and put on a rigid and boring armor-the surface is calm and calm, but inside... it is already dripping with blood.

"Rebern is waiting for you downstairs."

The name made Takeshi Yamamoto's upturned lips froze.

The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly condensed.

"He asked me to tell you that if you don't go down within 10 minutes...he will do what he said." Hayato Yuji relayed in a calm tone.

The dark pupils shrank suddenly, and even the heartbeat lost weight for a moment. Takeshi Yamamoto slowly restrained his expression, and finally froze on an indifferent expression, and his voice was also indifferent, "Does XANXUS know that she is coming?"

"I do not know."

Takeshi Yamamoto nodded, and when he went back to the bedroom to get the spare room card, he noticed that the girl had fallen asleep, reached out and pulled down the quilt that tightly covered her nose, and then walked away lightly.

While closing the door smoothly, he stuffed the room card into Hayato's chest pocket, and said calmly, "Then you stay here, and remember to buy her a dress later."

He walked towards the elevator without stopping for a moment, leaving Hayato Gokuji where he was, as if he was sure that he would do what he said.

Until the elevator door closed, the man wrapped in hard armor remained in his original posture without moving.

In the next second, the cold metal reflected Takeshi Yamamoto's indifferent face, and he looked at himself with a smile that was not a smile.

After finding a familiar car, Takeshi Yamamoto went straight into the co-pilot, turned his head and smiled and greeted a six or seven-year-old boy in a high-end suit sitting behind the main driver, "Oh~ I've been waiting for a long time, let's go, reborn .”

The boy lowered the brim of his hat and covered his eyes, so that people could only see the curvature of his mouth, which seemed to be a half-smile, and his voice was soft, "If I don't kill her this time, I will treat it as a birthday present for you."

Takeshi Yamamoto tilted his head without changing his expression, "Thank you~"

Two months ago.

The boy sat on the leather sofa and played with the black gun in his hand. His eyes wandered around the messy room. The alcohol in his nose was cloudy. He said in a cold voice to Yu Shou and Lan Shou who had grown up with his support ——

[If you want to get it, grab it; if you can't grab it, let it go; if you really don't want it...you can destroy it; if you can't do it, you have to learn to restrain yourself. 】

【I originally thought this was just a test, so I never intervened... You guys have disappointed me so much. Compared with A Gang, you two are nothing but trash. 】

[If Yayoi Hanano appears in front of me again, I will kill her. 】

Yayoi Hanano said a long time ago that although the injury received in the "dream" will feel pain, it will not be projected back into reality, and if it is a fatal injury, she will never return to the world where she died.

As if being held in the palm of the hand by the laws of the world, although she will not interfere too much, she will carefully help her isolate excessive damage.

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There is actually a clothing store next door to the hotel, but Hayato Gokuji walked an extra street and turned into an alley, where there was only a small shop that no one cared about, not even a signboard, just a perfunctory sign at the door "Hello" wooden sign.

The owner of this store is an old man who is nearly seventy years old, has a weird temper but always maintains the image of a gentleman. His gray hair is combed meticulously behind his ears, and he wears a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he sensed the sound of footsteps, he looked at his hands. Without even raising his head, he said coldly, "Don't sell, don't make, don't why, goodbye."

"...Uncle Lucas, it's me." Prison Temple Hayato greeted calmly.

The familiar address caused the old man to pause for a moment. He didn't look up, but said sarcastically, "Hey, busy man."

Hayato was silent for a while, then whispered, "Sorry."

Lucas finally gave him his gaze, looked him over from head to toe, and sighed inwardly, "What's the matter?"

"That skirt... I'll take it." Even if it was for his own private affairs, Hayato still used a business-like tone.

But for an elder who watched him grow up, this looked like he was going to die. Lucas said angrily: "That was an order half a year ago, I threw it away a long time ago!"

Hayato Gokuji didn't speak, just stared at the book in his hand without focusing.

The silence that seemed to be a protest made Lucas roll his eyes. He got up and walked into the inner room. After a while, he brought out a dark green paper bag and handed it to him, "Take it and get out!"

"Thank you. I'll see you next time." He took the bag and turned to leave.

Just when Hayato was about to close the door, the old man couldn't help but said, "Love can make people happy, sad, angry, and jealous, but it will never make a person lifeless."

The footsteps only paused for a moment, and then continued to move forward.

——No matter what happens, you have to keep going.

The streets were already crowded with people, including local residents and businessmen, but most of them were tourists who came to travel. Pedestrians of all kinds passed by him, and the chattering voices were indifferently ignored by him. , Nothing can attract his attention, as if there is an invisible layer of glass separating him from others.

Gokuji Hayato returned to the door of the hotel room without looking sideways, but did not take out the room card, but leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from the inner pocket and held it between his lips, the lighter flame licked the tobacco, and lit it. The hazy smoke instantly assimilated his smoky eyes, and when the knuckled fingers clamped the smoke, most of his face was covered.

Perfect armor looks hard, as if the sharpest weapon in the world can't pierce it.

But only the owner of the body knows that the heart is gently held by invisible soft hands, and the blood vessels are cut by sharp nails in an instant, and even raises another finger threateningly, making people afraid of it next time hurt.

He didn't just throw it at his feet and stamp out a cigarette until there were only a few butts left.

He took out his room card and opened the door, his smoky pupils remained calm.

【Ah... Prisoner-kun is really a very gentle person. 】

[Hey, long-winded!What nonsense are you talking about! 】

【Huh? !Actually blushed? ? ? 】

[! ! !Shut up! 】

It's only been two months...

The author has something to say: ! ! ! ! !The next chapter really wakes up! ! !

What kind of ability is the flame of the prison temple? ? ?Does he use weapons to fight against the enemy?In order to develop this line, even the frenzied Devil Gaming Lan Zhiyan has to go on! ! !

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Brain hole is wide open, come to ask for an advance payment hehehehe

Still on file.

[Comprehensive] She has no secrets

When awakening individuality, this world has entered hell mode for Ayano Chika.

Because her personality is 【Heart Sound】.

No, it's not that you can hear other people's heart sounds.

But everyone around can hear her heartbeat.

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Chinatown: Wow~ I really love this world!

Heart sound: Knock inside? ? ? ! ! !