This night, I'm afraid, is a little weird for Damian... It's so weird that all the alarm agencies on the body are like a strike, and none of them have been active tonight.

But for some reason, Damian felt an extraordinary sense of relief about this situation, a feeling that he couldn't feel even in the Assassin League, from his mother.

Eating together at the same table, choking together, complaining together, not just training or something, being together.

Rather, as a family... The feeling of not having to live as another self is unexpected... Not bad.

In such thoughts, for the first time, Damian slept ... There is no burden.

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The next morning, at the Livelytte house

"Well~~~ I always feel that this kind of story is not enough..."

Xingle, who slept on the sofa all night, took a notebook and looked at it carefully, confirming the synopsis of the story on it, whether he could satisfy himself, but... I don't seem to be satisfied.

"Star Music... Woke up so early? At this time, Sarah walked down in her pajamas and sleepy-eyed, and saw that Xingle was already on the sofa, carefully sorting out the plot of the story, as an author, this is also one of his jobs.

"You can't just cater to the reader's taste... You have to think about if there's anything suitable for the routine..."

Xingle was grinding in his head, and even Sarah sat next to him without noticing, which was a bit of a gaffe.

“... Star Music. ”

"Hmm!" It wasn't until Sarah whispered to Xingle that Xingle realized that her sister had actually sat next to her.

"Why do you wake up early in the morning and think about how to write a story?"

"Sister, did you write? Which of your recent beautiful clothes and cosmetics didn't I bought for the manuscript fee? ”

For his sister's complaints, Xingle was also speechless, his own hands, abundant food and clothing, and raising you, a little fat pig, is really...

And at this time, a rush of footsteps upstairs sounded from upstairs, and Damian hurried down from upstairs, still holding the trophy in Xingle's room last night, looking at his appearance, it is probably not a serious matter.

“......”

Xingle didn't react to Damian's actions, just buried his head in his notebook with a serious face, is it important for a child to have his own writing career?

However, it is clear that Damian does not think so, holding the trophy and saying to Xingle:

"Han Xingle."

"The number you dialed is not in the service area right now, please call it later." Are you a human phone?

Damian was dissatisfied with Xingle's attitude, but he still thought according to his plan, picked up the trophy in his hand, and said to Xingle:

"Han Xingle, tell me the location of the death knell, otherwise, I will destroy this thing."

Threat, just such a simple threat, this threat, Xingle couldn't help but roll his eyes, he really saw the first time someone would actually threaten himself with that thing, it was really... The joke of the century.

But it's not unreasonable, after all, just yesterday's performance, I'm still very worried about that thing, so to a certain extent, Damian thinks that he is afraid that this thing will be destroyed, so it's understandable to use it to threaten himself.

It is...

“... Isn't the meat ball next to me enough to be a hostage? Or do you think you're too short to catch my sister? ”

"Nasty! I'm not a meat ball! Sarah slapped Xingle who slandered herself as a ball of meat, but in terms of the amount of meat, her sister was qualified, so why didn't Damian take her hostage?

"Do you think I'm as shameless as you are?"

The implication of Damian's words is that compared with Xingle, who doesn't treat women as women, he still has a very necessary temperance, and it's not Han Xingle, it's Damian!

"No, no, no, you haven't seen what I'm really shameless looks like, so please don't be shameless with me, troublesome." Isn't that even worse?

Hearing Xingle's statement that his flesh is not painful and itchy, Damian inevitably twitched the corners of his mouth, he finally faced the biggest problem that all superheroes are helpless against Xingle in the real sense, this guy is not a shameless problem at all, but he doesn't know the geometry of the lower limit at all, and it is more likely that the lower limit has been changing up and down, so he has always had a headache and grasp.

“... I'll give you three more seconds, and if you don't say it, I'll tear this thing apart!" ”

Hurry up and pull it out of this state, this is also something that can only be done before being assimilated by Xingle, otherwise Damian will be tricked.

But... Xingle stood up expressionlessly, then walked to the kitchen unhurriedly, and after flipping through it, he took out a wrench and a titanium kitchen knife, put them on the table in the living room under the eyes of Sarah and Damian, and said:

"You said you're going to ruin it, right... You come, you do it, I don't stop you, you just ruin it for me, I don't mind, I also provide you with tools, no problem. ”

“... Don't you dare!! ”

For this salted fish attitude of Xingle, Damian was angry, decisively picked up the kitchen knife, and slashed at the trophy, as a result...

————————！！！！！

A subtle and loud metal collision sound made Damian's face change, and Sarah on the side originally wanted to see what kind of ending it would be, but what she saw was...

"Well, that's good, I'll count the bill for the kitchen knife on your father's head, and I'll see how much more you can lose."

Xingle looked at the kitchen knife in Damian's hand expressionlessly, the blade had been deformed, and the entire blade was concave, and the tone of his voice was neither happy nor sad, as if he didn't care at all.

And the golden cup, right there, unscathed, not even a scratch.

Just kidding, if it was so simple, I would have killed this thing a long time ago, if it wasn't a bit of trouble to destroy this thing, I would have done it myself, and I would have to wait for you, joke.

"I...!!"

However, Damian did not give up, but threw away the kitchen knife very stubbornly, picked up the wrench, pressed the bottom of the gold cup, and slammed it hard.

Bang————————!!!

There was another loud noise, making Sarah cover her ears and gasp, this sound is really not covered, go forward first and see how it works.

Sarah stepped forward and saw that the gold cup was intact, and the wrench's head had been distorted.

Looking at the rotten wrench in his hand, Damian finally couldn't calm down, what the hell, this thing is so powerful, do you need to take care of it like a treasure?

"Do you want to try a percussion drill? Dynamite? Hot and cold transform? Or lasers? We can go to the office on the mountain, whatever you want, whatever means you use, as long as you destroy this thing, I promise, I will promise you any conditions. ”

Xingle never allowed such an agreement, and he dared... It means that he knows that this thing will never be destroyed, or in other words, it will be extremely difficult to destroy.

And Damian didn't believe in the evil, pressed the wrench on the table, and said bluntly:

"I'm going to fucking nitroglycerin!"

"No problem, let's go."

And just like that, a rather fun day began for Damian......