When Jerf heard the sound, it was a short-haired Lori wearing a black kimono with a broken bangs on her sister's head. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, holding a small paper folding fan in his hand, he was curiously looking Jeelf up and down.

In addition to the fact that his eyes are too indifferent, he can be regarded as a rare beauty embryo, and the small mole under the corner of his left mouth adds a little charm to him.

That's right, it's him.

It's another cute boy like Lolo.

At this age, with this image and with this dress, who else is there besides the fifth son of the Beater family, Curt Beater?

"Young Master Curt, it's dangerous here, wait for me to deal with this invasion..."

Sycamore winked, and the surrounding butlers stepped forward to isolate Jelf from Curt.

Ostensibly to prevent Jelf from striking out suddenly.

In fact, I don't want Jelf and Curt to have too much contact, so as not to cause anything else.

"Sycamore, you are so bold. What do you want to do? Curt glanced at the housekeepers around him and said sharply.

Obviously, this little trick of Wutong was seen through by him at a glance.

None of the Enemy Killer families have a good relationship, don't look at Curt's age, in fact, he has carried out many assassination plans.

"I came to greet the guests at the behest of my father. My father told him to go with me to meet him, who gave you the authority to stop the guests? ”

Curt said with the paper fan in his hand covering his small mouth, and his tone did not hide his disgust for Sycamore.

Although Wutong's intentions are good, and he does his duty, he doesn't want to let characters of unknown origin enter the family of beating enemies.

But it's clear that Curt doesn't appreciate it.

"The subordinates don't dare." Wutong said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Wutong's attitude is what makes Curt the most unhappy with him.

"And—" Curt paused, looking at Sycamore with a playful smile.

"Didn't you notice Sycamore? This guest is just playing with you. Otherwise, you'll be dead long before you attack. ”

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear.

Sycamore and Jelf watched the whole battle process, Curt watched it.

Although Curt's strength is far inferior to Jelf, even Sycamore cannot be compared.

But as a qualified killer, the most basic criterion for judging the strength of both friend and foe.

For those who beat up the enemy family, eyesight is often more important than strength.

It is precisely because of this that the enemy beating family will send the most suitable person every time they go out on a mission, and the myth of the assassination rate of nearly 100% is not so easy to break.

"What..."Sycamore was shocked, not that he didn't trust Curt's judgment, he vaguely felt that something was wrong during the battle just now.

But it's the same thing, and when he actually hears it, it's still a little too hard for him to accept.

Perverted eyesight.

Jelf secretly commented inwardly.

Curt is right, although the coin of the Sycamore is bounced fast and fierce, and at the same time it has a strong means of protection, it is not that Jelf has no way to take the Sycamore.

While it's an exaggeration to say that it's easy to defeat and just play, it only takes a bit of effort for Jelf to defeat or even kill Sycamore.

According to preliminary estimates, the strength of the sycamore is roughly between the gray copper elite and the bronze ordinary.

Now I am a bronze ordinary.

I still have a bunch of back-ups

"You guys, stand down..."

With Curt's order, the butlers standing around him glanced at each other and retreated.

Curt came to Jelf, looked at Jelf who was hidden in a black robe, and glanced into the hood with some curiosity, trying to get a peek at Jelf's appearance.

Unfortunately, all I saw was a blur, and Jerph's face was under a confusion charm.

"You're very good, and since you want to see your father, come with me. If you're brave enough. ”

After Curt finished speaking, he glanced at Gelf again, then put away the folding fan and walked into the depths with small steps.

Jerf followed without saying a word, and when he passed by Sycamore's side, Sycamore clenched his hands tightly, but never made a move on Jelf, and did not let go until Jelf was far away.

There was nothing to say all the way, mainly because although Curt was a little curious about Gerf's appearance, he had a cold temperament and was not very sociable.

Or, with a few exceptions, killers are generally virtuous.

In his spare time, Jelf looked at Curt for a while.

No matter what angle you look at, Curt is a standard cute little Lori image, and even the voice is more feminine and neutral.

But if you look closely, you can see that the position on Curt's chest is actually slightly undulating, and it is not a so-called flat airfield.

"Keep staring at me, what's the matter with you?" Curt turned his head as he walked, looking at Jelf and said.

The voice was still cold, and it was almost impossible to hear any emotion.

"Nothing, I just think you're pretty." Jelf didn't intend to hide it, and said directly.

Curt was stunned when he heard this, it was the first time he had heard such a straightforward statement.

Finally, a ripple appeared in the words.

"Superficial, you're also a guy who judges people by their appearance."

Curt did not hide his poisonous tongue at all, and at the same time, there was a hint of evil taste in his heart.

"I'm a man."

"Oh, I see." It's a pity that Jelf's reaction disappointed him.

See? And then what? Without?

Curt was a little annoyed, after all, although he had been trained as a professional killer, Curt's personality became very cold.

But at the end of the day, he's just a kid.

Just as the two of them returned to silence, Jelf suddenly sensed a squirm around his waist, and then a huge bag bulged from that position.

"Bo Bo!"

A round pink object came out of it, took a few hard breaths, and then slowly spit it out.

It looks like it's suffocated.

It's little Polly!

"Bobo!" Little Polly waved his small wings, crawled from Jelf's waist to his shoulders, and then shook his round body on his shoulders and jumped small, as if he was telling something indignantly.

The whole body was swollen and red.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot about you."

There was a hint of apology on Jelf's face, and in the world of Pokemon, he was worried that the appearance of Polly Jr. would cause some unnecessary changes, so he kept him in a pocket made of the Traceless Stretch Charm.

Little Polly was also very well-behaved and did not make noise.

Jelf promised Polly Jr. to release him after spending this time.

Then I passed through the pocket world and came to the hunter's world.

outcome

He forgot about the existence of little Polly.

It's a sad story... (To be continued.) )