Nagoya, Japan.

Chinatsu Hattori received a painting that she hadn't walked out of her room for two days. Because she was crying at the painting, she sat on the bed with her shoulders crossed and cried in a silent way.

The painting was painted by Long Xiaoqi; The person in the painting is the former of Hattori Chinatsu.

"I'm still who I am, I haven't changed, I'm really the same person I used to be, I really haven't changed...... Long Xiaoqi, I won't change ...... at any time" Hattori Chixia choked up while shedding tears: "I will always be the Hattori Chixia in your heart who is looking for you to fight a decisive battle, don't worry, I am still your purest little girl...... Woowoo woo ......"

With tears pouring down her eyes, the girl finally got out of bed and carefully put away the painting. She didn't roll it, but kept it that way, covering it with a white cloth to keep it from dust.

But at the moment when the lid was closed, the corner of her eyes swept to the lower left side of the scroll, and there was a slight bulge, as if caused by moisture.

Chinatsu Hattori hurriedly squatted down to investigate, her red eyes full of anxiety. This was drawn by Long Xiaoqi and given to her by hand, and no matter what, it couldn't damage any point.

This is her treasure, the most precious of all.

When Hattori Chinatsu checked, he found that the reason for the bulge was that there was a small piece of drawing paper sandwiched inside. She carefully pulled it out, and the moment she opened it, the whole person laughed brightly.

This picture is a comic, and there are two villains on it, one is Hattori Chixia gobbling up buns, and the other is Long Xiaoqi sitting there with a cigarette in his mouth and staring at him.

"Hahaha...... It's too embarrassing, Long Xiaoqi, you're too bad, hahaha......"

Hattori Chixia stopped crying and began to laugh, this was the happiest moment she had since she left Long Xiaoqi.

Is life a little more complicated or simpler? Which would be a little better? I don't know, there's no answer. But many people think that fools are the happiest, as long as they have something to eat, they will be happy.

If it were possible, smart people would want to be smart fools themselves.

……

There was a clever fool among the Divine Punishment Instructors who was happy every day and lived every day for a mouthful of fragrant food. When Long Xiaoqi was training with him, this smart fool always stopped all training immediately when he arrived at the meal, and seized the time to enjoy the pleasure of eating.

His code name is also very silly, just called "Rice Bucket".

It is very edible and very delicious, you can eat a dozen or twenty burgers in one meal, plus steak, vegetable salad and so on. Usually I laugh and laugh, and I am stupid when I do things.

But no one dares to really treat him as a rice bucket and a fool. Whoever thinks of him as a fool dies in the fool's smirk.

The rice bucket is eating, the meal that can't be moved, and the fixed restaurant that can't be moved.

"Rice bucket instructor, do you miss Chinese food?" Long Xiaoqi sat on the opposite side of the rice bucket with a smile.

"Nostalgic, what you made is so delicious." The rice bucket smirked, but waved his hand and said, "But I don't want to eat the Chinese food you cooked, hehehe......"

"If you eat it, you don't have to cut off your head; If you don't eat it, you will have to cut off your head. Long Xiaoqi smiled and said: "I'll give you a chance, if you are willing to quit the divine punishment and follow me, I guarantee that you will eat the most authentic Chinese food, and it is not a severed head meal." What do you think? Think about it, right? ”

"Hehehe......" The rice bucket stopped eating, wiped his mouth with a smile, and said, "I don't want to die, I still want to eat well every day." Are you going to force me to die? Then let me finish the meal, okay? Hehehe......"

Long Xiaoqi nodded and walked out.

An hour later, the rice bucket came out cautiously. The smirk on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by a fierce killing intent. Because he did not dare to betray the divine punishment, and if he did, there was only one way to die.

Long Xiaoqi dared to come, so he was naturally well prepared. This is to force him to death, so that he will never be able to enjoy the comfort of eating again. And now he is full and strong.

The rice bucket quickly left the restaurant, blending in with the crowd, a pair of eyes constantly searching.

"Whew!"

"Uh......"

The bone-chilling coldness came from the back of his heart, and the eyes of the rice bucket that had been squinted instantly became round. He didn't know when Long Xiaoqi approached him, let alone ...... Oh yes, behind him are two women, one real woman and one ......

"Rice bucket instructor, I thought you were a really smart person, but unfortunately you weren't." Long Xiaoqi whispered to the ear of the rice bucket: "I am the one who wants to control the divine punishment, I am the one who wants to kill all of you, but you want a chance." ”

Blood flowed from the corners of the rice bucket's mouth, and there was a thick doubt in those eyes, because Long Xiaoqi was not dressed as a woman at all, and he was still the same as before...... Is he a ghost?

"Kill you, can my card be a little bigger?" Long Xiaoqi pulled out his saber and said with a smile: "The unique skill of hidden killing, I will." ”

Hearing this, the body of the rice bucket twitched like a shaking sieve, and a look of understanding finally appeared in those unbelievable eyes.

Hidden killing, only hidden killing can kill people suddenly like a ghost, so that you have no idea where the knife behind your back came from.

……

Where the positions of those killers were punished, Long Xiaoqi didn't know, but he knew where these instructors were.

Each day the camp has one instructor, and different instructors are scattered in different camps. They stay on their own turf, train when they need to train, and when they don't train, they have a pretty good time.

But there was a mistake in this, that is, their position itself should be secret, and Long Xiaoqi was the boss of divine punishment in the past, so there was no defense. Now, Long Xiaoqi is an enemy of divine punishment, and he can accurately control the territory of each of them.

In the eyes of others, divine punishment is always mysterious, but in Long Xiaoqi's eyes, the mystery of divine punishment has slowly faded. This is like the goddess in the eyes of every man, who is taking off her clothes layer by layer, letting the mystery slowly disappear.

"Instructor Nighthawk King, you have an hour to escape—" Long Xiaoqi stood in another training ground and shouted at the instructor Nighthawk King, "I will assassinate you in an hour, maybe you can raise my cards by a small level." ”

There is a saber called the Nighthawk Flat-Bladed Tactical Knife, with which the Nighthawk King became famous. He once used this saber to cut the neck of a super strong man, and his comprehension of cold soldier combat reached the level of a master.

"Your cards?" The Nighthawk King stared at Long Xiaoqi.

"Yes, my card is now a 2 of clubs, I just killed the rice bucket, and if I kill you now, I may be able to turn it into a 2 of spades." Long Xiaoqi thought for a moment and continued: "Of course, you can choose to follow me and witness me kill from the 2 of clubs to the queen of spades. ”

"Hahahaha...... Who do you think you are? Hahahaha...... Unless you can slaughter all of us instructors, you can go up to 8 or 9. If you can kill everyone from God, you'll be the ace of spades! Hahahaha...... Boy, you're dead! ”

"Ace of spades...... Long Xiaoqi frowned: "It sounds good, then I'll go for the ace of spades." By the way, you hurry up and run, what I told you is true, in an hour I will hunt you down, no mercy. ”

"I'll give you an hour to escape, run." The Nighthawk King is murderous.

Sleeping Hearing this, Long Xiaoqi turned around and ran, unequivocally.

……

An hour later, the Nighthawk King was lying in the street, his neck slashed by a sharp saber......

(There is also 1 chapter to be updated during the day, it's not that I can't write, I can't sit still...) ）