A soft knock sounded leisurely, not loud but like a drum beat in the hearts of Hugo and Orange. lā

Even Hugo, who has always maintained a calm mind, can't help but exhale a nervous turbidity at this moment.

Fingers on the PT, the door lock rings. The knock on the door stopped abruptly, and a moment later the door was slowly pushed open, and a footstep was heard.

At that moment, Hugo's heartbeat seemed to beat faster, and he couldn't help but be nervous, because what he was about to meet was the director of the Nine Divisions who had dominated the entire Moon Island for several years, and the entire countless blasphemers regarded him as a mortal enemy.

At this moment, Hugo began to face no less danger than the moment when he entered the castle black of TART alone.

"Is Mr. Hugo there?" came an inquiring voice at the door, and to Hugo's surprise, the voice was not as loud and confident as he had imagined, and the tone of his voice sounded like that of an introverted and timid intellectual.

Hugo frowned slightly, and then said, "Please come in." ”

"Thank you. Outside the living room, the sound of tapping footsteps was heard again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hugo's eyes quickly glanced at the orange on the side, but the orange he saw looked solemn, and there was a sense of caution. At that moment, Hugo's instincts told him that this was the person he wanted.

At this time, a figure of a person had already appeared in the living room. But seeing that this person is of medium stature and thin in size, although it is not a gust of wind that can blow him down, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as having no power to restrain the chicken. Wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, the clothes are not flashy but very clean, but some details are old and wrinkled, and it is obvious that the owner of the clothes is not a perfectionist who pays attention to most of them.

On the face of it, this man was in his thirties, and he had round eyes like oranges on the bridge of his nose, which were by no means ornaments from the thick lenses. I had a little stubble on my chin, and I hadn't cleaned it up for a day or two. With a backpack on his shoulder, he looked like a nerd who had just come out of the library.

The man's first impression of Hugo was surprise, followed by ordinariness.

Hugo has also seen all kinds of characters, from peaceful to fierce, arrogant to cold. But no matter what, Hugo felt the aura of excellence in these people.

But in the face of the man in front of him, who was barely considered a middle-aged man, Hugo questioned his judgment just now.

How could one of the most formidable foes he had ever encountered be so mundane that it felt like he could crush it to ashes with just one finger of his own. It can be said that the Ruyi who came before was more convincing than him.

Just when Hugo's mind was still in a state of chaos, the middle-aged man walked up to Hugo and smiled at him: "Hello, I am the father of Orange, and my name is Mi Luoyang." As he spoke, he kindly extended a hand to Hugo.

Before that, Hugo had also imagined that the scene when he met the director of the Nine Divisions, whether good or bad. But he never imagined that the other party would be so close to him, and he even stretched out a hand to him.

Looking at the white palm, Hugo felt his throat a little dry, and after a pause, he still stretched out his palm to shake it with the other party.

A faint warmth came from Hugo's palm, without any ferocity and coldness, only full of friendship at first sight.

After Mi Luoyang shook hands with Hugo, he naturally sat down next to the orange, and gently rubbed his hand on the top of the orange's head and said, "How's it going?"

Orange raised his eyes to look at him and nodded obediently, the kind of nod was the extreme awe of the younger generation for the elders.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yu Guo was a little confused, looking at the man in front of him who called himself Mi Luoyang, he really didn't believe that he was the director of the Nine Divisions, the leader of all hunters and hounds. However, judging by the performance of oranges, this is the case. Could it be that these two are the acting skills of the two? If so, then these two people are really the best actors in the world.

Mi Luoyang briefly looked at the orange, then turned to look at Hugo and said, "The little girl has been bothered this day." ”

This polite, almost unreasonable remark made Hugo fall into the clouds, and for whatever reason, Mi Luoyang did not have the reason to say this.

But he said it after all, and his tone was full of sincerity.

Hugo nodded, but did not speak, and he could only do so at this time.

Mi Luoyang continued: "I heard from a friend of mine that you wanted to see me, and then I was willing to let the little girl go. Although I have some things to do on weekdays, I still have heard of Monsieur Hugo, but I have never had the opportunity to meet him, and today and now I have achieved my wish. ”

"Where did the words come from..."Hugo subconsciously prevaricated, and as soon as he said these four words, he wanted to give himself a slap in the face, and he was unconsciously led astray by the other party.

After clearing his throat, he estimated, "Dare to ask you... Director of the Ninth Division?" This is a relatively useless nonsense, the other party has just reported his home, but Milo's performance really made Hugo unable to believe it, so he asked again.

Mi Luoyang smiled and said, "Isn't it like?"

Hugo shook his head very stiffly.

Seeing this scene, Mi Luoyang laughed even more, and asked Hugo: "Then what should the director of the Nine Division be like in your eyes?"

Hugo thought for a moment and said, "I can't imagine what it looks like, but I always feel like it's a little more than it should be... Domineering. Hugo hesitated and finally used the word.

Mi Luoyang nodded and smiled: "Domineering, haha, this is also a matter of course." In the nearly 1,000 years of human civilization, the image of an individual is often inextricably linked with his personality and appearance. As the so-called generals should be as powerful as Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, and the generals and princes should have good facial features and dignified appearances. ”

Speaking of this, Mi Luoyang smiled and said: "However, there is a huge gap between the influence of folk literature and the historical image, many Ming monarchs and virtuous ministers are mediocre in appearance, and their appearance is not good, and there are many generals who have repeatedly made immortal feats are actually just a thin old man." It is said that one will become famous and ten thousand bones will wither, but how can one become famous need to be done by himself?"

Hugo quietly listened to this Mi Luoyang's "teachings", and the balance in Hugo's heart had already poured out from the other party's pampered words, but Hugo was by no means a person who listened to and believed. As a formidable adversary, it is useless to have the rhetoric of one side alone.

Hugo sat on the sofa and flipped his bare palm, a black short knife had already materialized, and then Hugo raised his hand and the black short knife struck towards Mi Luo's face door like a black lightning.