is different from the ordinary killers of the organization, the ace killers of Mengxue's level are all directors who directly obey the orders of the board of directors, and naturally know more things than ordinary killers.

As soon as she heard that she was going to kill the son of Director Miyamoto, Mengxue's pupils shrank slightly, and she immediately thought that it was an internal fight within the board of directors, and opened her mouth to regret it.

Hei Jue hurriedly explained: "This is not a civil strife between the directors, the order to kill Miyamoto Kozaburo was ordered by Director Miyamoto himself, it seems that the matter of his son and daughter going out in disguise and being gangstered was discovered, you also know that Director Miyamoto is a very face-saving person." ”

Meng Xue raised her head, her slender snow-white neck was fully displayed, and her charming face showed a hint of sarcasm: "I dislike my son and lose face, so I want to get rid of it, but I didn't kill it, right?" ”

He nodded and sighed: "That's right, the task that I thought would be easy to complete was unexpectedly difficult, and the three killers sent by the organization in a row all died, and one of them was still a gold medal killer, only one level below us." ”

Hearing this, Meng Xue already understood the idea of the board of directors, cultivating an ace killer requires a lot of money and time, and it is not an existence that can be easily wasted.

Compared with the active ace killer, it is safer to let her, the retired ace killer, come out.

After all, if she died, it would not cause any damage to the organization, but would have the people on the board of directors open champagne to celebrate.

However, she still had a suspicion that she couldn't figure out, and asked: "Since Miyamoto Kozaburo has become so capable, Director Miyamoto should be happy that his son has a chance, why would he order him to be killed?" ”

Under the orange light, the black finger tapped on the countertop and said softly: "I heard that Miyamoto Kozaburo has recently purchased a large amount of potassium chlorate, and the specific reason is unknown. It's just that when he knew that his son was so capable, Director Miyamoto was worried that those potassium chlorate would cause him an accident. ”

"Hmph, get rid of the son who is too weak, get rid of the son who is too capable, Director Miyamoto is really a good father," Meng Xue clearly expressed her inner dissatisfaction, and her pouting mouth could be hung up on the soy sauce bottle, and her expression inadvertently revealed charm.

Tickling the black heart, her blue eyes showed a hint of longing, her left hand moved forward along the surface of the counter, held her hand and said, "If you don't mind, let's do it after a long time, Night Butterfly." ”

She pulled out her hand suddenly, and said with a cold face: "Tell you three things, first, my name is Okura Mengxue, not Night Butterfly, and second, you dare to touch me with your hand again, kill!" Third, fuck off! ”

"Hey, hey, I'll say goodbye today, and I'll come back to you tomorrow," Hei Jue understood that she was really angry, and didn't dare to tease, so he put away his hand, strode outside, and muttered in a low voice: "I really don't understand, why do you want to keep chastity for a man who is not responsible for having a big belly." ”

She didn't want to say anything, she quietly watched Hei Jue leave, the store became alone, the wind blew in from outside the door, she shook her body, and sighed: "It's so cold, I should have taken a coat and put it on Xiaoqing just now, so as not to catch a cold." ”

"Ahh

At half past nine in the evening, in the silence of the street, a heavy sneeze was particularly loud.

At the door of Muto's house, he rubbed his nose that was blowing cold, thinking that his body was so weak that his head was dizzy with such a little wind, and his body was a little unstable.

On the Suzuki motorcycle, Ryūkoji Akane was full of concern: "You don't look very good, are you okay?" ”

Muto Qing took a deep breath, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, compared to the Nine Heavens Gang Wind that blew before, such a little wind is nothing." ”

His head was dizzy from the wind, and he didn't speak as cautiously as before, almost thinking of what to say, his brain and body became lazy, which was a symptom of a cold.

Longguang Siqian didn't take this half-mixed truth seriously, but became more and more worried: "You won't blow your brain fever, right?" ”

He rolled his eyes and said angrily: "It's okay, I'm going back to sleep, you can go back too." ”

The night wind blew, the leaves in the courtyard rustled, and under the bright light, Longguang Temple Qian hesitated for a moment, then turned firm, and said: "That, I'm sorry, I talked like that in front of the intermediary house, and thank you, thanks to your dishonesty, I can eat such a delicious cone."

He was too lazy to lie, and said bluntly: "You don't need to be polite, I just want to see your reaction to being entangled by the little girl, and it didn't disappoint me, that overwhelmed look is really funny." ”

This guy is really underwhelmed!! The gratitude in Longguang Temple's heart was instantly thrown out of the clouds, and she raised her foot and kicked him down: "Bastard! How dare you toy me!! ”

With that, she started her motorcycle and ran away from the street, trying to rely on the wind to blow away the shame and anger in her heart.

And Muto Qing, who fell to the ground, was briefly sobered up and realized that his state was wrong, maybe he was blown by the wind and caught a cold.

Damn, this body is too weak.

He cursed secretly in his heart, did not hesitate, and directly used his willingness.

Suddenly, the pattern of a tree lit up on his eyebrows, and the milky white power erupted from it, flowing towards his whole body, and everywhere he passed, there was a warm feeling, which was very comfortable.

But he found that it was useless, as soon as he withdrew his wishing power, his body was still so weak, and the cold itself was not eliminated by his wishing power, but only suppressed.

It's ridiculous to say that the power of desire to be able to flesh and bones can't drive away a small cold.

"Oops, this body can't be killed by a cold, right?" Muto Qing thought of this possibility, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

Although it is not a serious illness, it is very dangerous to have a severe cold, especially if the body is too delicate and the body's resistance is very poor.

If you leave it alone, you may get better sleep, or you may sleep forever.

He bit the tip of his tongue violently, and his brain cleared up a little more in pain, and immediately walked to Okura's house.

At this time, the person who can help him is Yuzi next door, the parent who doesn't know where it is, and it won't be useful at all.

As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, a cool breeze blew through the street, which made him feel very comfortable and his brain became dizzy.

Oops, he no longer hesitated, and directly covered his whole body with his wishing power, expelled all the weak feelings, and walked to the door of Okura's house at a faster pace.

Ding Dong, he reached out and pressed the doorbell, there was no response inside, and he pressed the doorbell continuously, and after a burst of Ding Dong Ding Dong, he finally heard a soft voice: "Come, who is it, the door is so late?" ”

Muto Qing spread out his wishing power, and a feeling of weakness instantly swept through his body, and he opened his mouth and said, "It's me, Tamako, come to the door quickly, I'm a little cold from the wind." ”

"Qingjun?!" Okura Tamako, who was awakened outside the door, was in good spirits, and hurriedly rushed over, opened the door, and a black shadow rushed in front of her, burying her face directly between her twin peaks.