Mr. Yanagibei Juro had always known about such things, but he didn't say anything. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info About the other personality in the body,Yamato Kazusuke is also clearly aware of its existence.,But he's such a man.,With his mouth closed.,You can keep it open for a whole year.。

Split personality, this is the academic diagnosis of Yamato Ichisuke's condition, which may come from the lonely stimulation of his early life, or a congenital disease, Yamato Ichisuke himself never talks about it.

But this time, the guy named Snow Dog in his body, the strange guy who couldn't sleep peacefully all day long, inadvertently did himself a big favor.

Half a year after the Feigu twins fell into the hands of Yamato Ichisuke, he obviously felt that the second personality's control over the entire body and the 'desire to fight' were significantly reduced, which really made Yamato Ichisuke, who had not slept well for more than 20 years, have a good rest.

However, things have a cause and must have an effect, and after Yamato Ichisuke woke up, the six-sided doll twin figurines that he put in the bedroom to assist him in sleeping, but two of them fell from the figurine, and one of them, unconsciously, became a little big and Ichisuke, lifelike.

The other is that after landing on the ground, he grew up like crazy, and became a living human like a balloon, which is the second personality hidden in Yamato's body, Snow Dog.

The newborn Snow Dog has a natural connection with Yamato Ichisuke spiritually, and due to the restraint of Fei Gu, the second personality Snow Dog is intimate and respectful to Yamato Kazusuke, and it is obviously a symbiotic mode dominated by the latter.

Of course, as a new generation, and as another Yamato Ichisuke, Snow Dog's combat effectiveness is actually very mediocre.

On the one hand, he watched all of Yanagibei Eijuro's teachings to Yamato Ichisuke, and comprehended everything that Yamato Ichisuke could comprehend, and even every life-and-death battle of Yamato Ichisuke was also involved in it.

But after all, the spectator and subjective experience are different, Xuegou's personality is out-of-the-box, and the newborn's body is fragile and abnormal, which does not allow him to comprehend too advanced things. This guy has been forced by Yamato and said nothing, and he hasn't turned over for more than 20 years, so you can know his talent and attainments in combat.

Later, with the help of the power of Fei Gu, Yamato Kazusuke improved his physical fitness, and even benefited a lot from bringing snow dogs, which gave him the ability to fight as a single soldier. At the same time, because Snow Dog is eclectic in his work, his methods are sneaky and vicious, and he has indeed done a lot of things for Yamato Ichisuke.

Compared with Yamato Kazusuke, an orthodox martial artist who was deeply influenced by Yanagibei Eijuro, Yukigou, who has a gloomy and lively personality, is more inclined to be a politician and administrator.

In fact, the secret attack on the black mask was personally formulated by the man who was reborn by the twin Fei Gu, and its purpose was to extend and infiltrate Daqingshan's power in China.

As one of the several powerful families in the island country, Daqingshan has been looking for good opportunities to develop in foreign markets.

In fact, in the last ten years, Daqingshan has been trying to send strategic talents to China, but with little success.

Since foreign forces are susceptible to Quan Jichi's attention and are so squeezed out, Xuegou thought of using the curve to save the country, support its own forces, and serve it.

Of course, there are not many forces in the whole of China that meet the conditions, first of all, this force cannot be too large, can be completely controlled by Daqingshan, and does not enter the scope of Quan Jichi's sight -- this ensures the emerging and local nature of this kind of force to a certain extent.

On the other hand, the supported forces must have sufficient development potential, and do not let the mud fail to support the wall; Daqingshan has spent manpower and material resources, and as a result, a lump of garbage will outweigh the losses.

Following this principle, Daqingshan's intelligence system in China was launched in a big way, and a suitable list was quickly sorted out, and the name of the Black Mask Mercenary Group was suddenly among them.

The reasons why Daqingshan will choose black noodles are as I said before, one is that its scale is not small, and it is suitable for annexation.

Second, the Black Kamen Mercenary Group is developing rapidly as an emerging organization, and its mercenaries are all skilled and disciplined, and over time, they may not be able to become the overlords of the Megatron side.

After choosing the target of annexation as Black Kamen, the backbone of the elite of Daqingshan, led by Yamato Ichisuke and others, couldn't wait to do something unsightly with their backs to Black Kamen.

And the planning and execution of many of these things is Yamato Kazusuke's doppelganger - Mr. Snow Dog. This man has been suppressed by the taciturn Yamato Ichisuke for more than 20 years, and he has been imprisoned in his body, like a prison, and his heart is actually not too normal. Compared with ordinary social people, Snow Dog has a lower social bottom line.

Such people are venomous snakes, which sometimes seem petite, but they are nimble, fast, and hide deadly venom in their mouths, often killing their prey with a single blow.

But this time he was unlucky, and after capturing Yan Qing, the Minister of Intelligence of the Black Mask, he quickly attracted the big demon who didn't know how many years he had lived.

And the result of the matter is as everyone knows, the big demon who came to Rongcheng from Shangdao took a taxi with only one knife, cut off all the weirdness and calculations of Snow Dog, and cut him in two.

The night fell silently, and the handsome young man, whose hair was scattered and could already hang down to his shoulders, sat in the faint corridor with a half-short scabbard in his arms, his eyes closed and pretending to sleep.

This is the back garden of the black mask, and it is a place where the middle and high-level executives gather, and when you calculate the time, it just happens to be the day when the management gathers.

The moon was clear tonight, and there was a faint light as clean as water shining through the oak trees beside the eaves, cutting off the broken shadows of the ground.

In the room behind the young man named Griffith, drunken laughter came from the half-open red door, and in the slightly green light, someone writhed unconsciously. And the war minister of human resources, while taking advantage of the strength of the wine, told a favorite female subordinate that made people's faces turn red when they heard it.

The lively atmosphere swirled in the lively wind of the courtyard, swept into the night sky and cleared the sky. In the sky, which was as bright as a curtain, the stars blinked mischievously, and then shyly hid behind the clouds.

In the courtyard not far away, the chirping of crickets and earthworms was noisy in the silence, and the night when no one was there made them feel free and happy.

At the same time, the steel gate not far from the hustle and bustle blurred slightly, and then became safe.

A vague figure like black water leaned against the inner wall of the wall, leaning low, cautiously approaching. He appeared silently from nothing, as if someone had forcibly adjusted the tone of the air around him, highlighting the emaciated figure.

It's just that in this cold and lively night, no one noticed the vision in this remote corner.

Today is the day when the high-level leaders of the Black Mask gather, and the purpose of this black shadow to sneak into the back garden of the Black Mask at this point in time is probably not pure.

……

The man in black moved cautiously, moving little by little with the help of the flower beds and the cover of grass and trees.

In the dim light of the light bulbs at night, in the beige air, a black shadow looked through the gap between the flower pots and the man sitting in the shadow of the porch holding a short knife and pretending to sleep.

He moved quietly, his eyes focused on the figure, his left hand pressed the thick green branches sticking out of the pressed flower bed, and then the whole person was like a gecko, leaning against the wall, silently climbing up the straight doorway.

The hands and feet seemed to be equipped with powerful suction cups, and the figure faintly appeared like a smear of gray smoke in the moonlight, and crossed the female wall and walked to the bricks and tiles of the beams.

He walked in with a cat, his steps light and barely making a sound.

The soft surface of the foot flows thinly against the outline of the tile, and the shoes of the man in black are specially crafted, thin and soft, which ensures that he can hide his tracks as much as possible while moving like the wind.

The Man in Black is clearly an experienced lurker, and with patience and skill, he has a remarkable self-confidence in one area.

But tonight's atmosphere made him keenly feel a little uneasy. He walked on, leaping lightly over the bricks of the foyer, and falling into a thick bush with only a brief rustling sound.

The man lay on the ground alertly, looked at the men and women as far as his eyes could see, and when he was sure that he was safe, he looked at the man who had been left behind, holding his dagger and bowing his head and pretending to sleep.

"What's the look......

Nondescript. ”

The black-clad infiltrator smacked his lips twice, muttering to himself, as if he had some form of prejudice against the doorman sitting on the side of the door.

But the situation in front of him was in his favor after all, and the man in black muttered a few words, and then cautiously approached the center of the party again.

Griffith's eyes were still closed, and he sat in the gloom of the corner, surrounded by a layer of dim light, and had maintained this posture for a long time.

The successful infiltration of the man in black does not seem to have the slightest trace of the Jingdong demon, and in the course of half an hour, the infiltrator in black went in and out until he disappeared into the night.

In the second half of the night, the heat of the party began to subside, perhaps because the body felt tired after a long day's work, or perhaps the frequent-for-tat confrontations that Kurokama had encountered recently, which made these men and women who had firmly tied their interests to the chariot tied to the Kuro Kamen lose the delicacy of play.

As soon as midnight passed, some people drove away one after another, which seemed to be different from the all-night carnival in the past.

At this time, Griffith was still indifferent, asleep, and sitting alone on the edge of the stone statue......

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