Night.

On the bustling city streets, the traffic is full of lights.

On the top of the tall building, there is only a slightly cool night breeze and a hazy moonlight like a tulle.

Listening to the disgusted female voice coming from behind him, the man in the suit turned around, and the melancholy on his face had long since disappeared with the night wind, replaced by a handsome smile.

The man has black broken hair, well-born eyebrows and eyes, and with a deliberately disguised friendly smile at this time, he almost sticks a "little white face" label on his head.

"Ken, your smile makes me sick."

Looking at the smirk on the man's face, the woman who had just come out of the door did not hide her disgust at all.

The woman has unbridled wavy red hair, no makeup on her face, and wears a thin suspender belt and ultra-short hot pants, and she doesn't mind exposing large areas of her skin to the air.

The man who was called Kenn by the woman shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, and smiled: "Sivir, many times you can't show your inner thoughts at will, this is the most basic social common sense. ”

"That's hypocrisy."

Sivir snorted disdainfully.

Ken didn't argue, but shook his phone twice at Sivir and smiled, "Genbul has shaken the 'big prize' over there." ”

"Oh? Good news. ”

Sivir raised his eyebrows, strode over to Kenn, and asked, "So this operation is going to wait for him?" ”

"Of course you have to wait, multiple people, multiple guarantees."

Ken smiled and put away his phone, took out a box of cigarettes instead, turned the cigarette case upside down, threw out a cigarette and clamped it between his fingers, and said seriously: "What's more, he didn't have much gambling money in advance this time, so he shouldn't have to wait too long." ”

"Hey, why did Gen Bul have such a troublesome ability, I don't understand it at all......"

Sivir crossed his hands on his hips, habitually complaining about Genbul's abilities.

Ken lit a cigarette, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "Gen Bull's luck this time is not bad, he only shakes the jackpot a few times, if he chooses to "cash in chips", then the "qi" made by cashing out can make him easily repay the gambling advance, and at the same time, he can also use the remaining "qi" to punch you out, this is the benefit of "trouble". ”

"A punch? Who to look down on? ”

Xavier turned his head to look at Ken, his aura surging, exuding a heavy sense of oppression, and the whole person looked like a beast about to devour flesh and blood.

Keeping a graceful smile, Ken proposed, "If you want to verify my claim, it's too late to call Genbull and tell him to choose "cash in on your chips" instead of "cash in what you want." ”

“……”

Sivir didn't say a word, just stared at Ken fiercely.

Unfazed, Ken smoked calmly.

A moment later.

Xavier retracted his aura and said in a cold voice: "I'm not like someone, but I won't affect the progress of the mission because of 'personal needs'. ”

"Well, excellent."

Ken looked at Sivir with a smile.

The breezy appearance made Sivir's green muscles float.

"Crunch—"

The iron door on the roof of the building was suddenly pushed open.

A young couple snuggled out of the iron gate, stopping to see Ken and Sivir.

The young girl whispered, "There's someone here, let's change places." ”

"Okay."

The young boy looked a little reluctant, thinking that it would not be easy to find a place where it would not cost money.

He took the girl by the arm, and was about to turn and walk back to the iron gate.

"Smack-"

Just as he turned around, there was a sudden soft sound in his ears, and at the same time, a large amount of sticky material splashed on him.

"Huh?!"

The young boy looked at the severed arm in the crook of his arm with a blank expression, as if he hadn't yet reacted to what was happening.

Followed by

A ferocious force slammed into him.

"Smack!"

The young boy's body exploded and scattered into flesh.

On the edge of the rooftop fence.

Ken pressed his palm to his forehead, looking helplessly at Sivir, who had slapped the young couple into a meat sauce.

He did not think that such an act was necessary.

As if to be able to extract information from the gaze that came over, Sivir, who was standing in front of the iron door, looked back at Ken and said in an unkind tone, "What? Comments? ”

"No opinion, I just don't think it's necessary, and it might cause trouble."

Kenn tilted his head slightly, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Hush."

Sivir strode towards the iron gate, leaving behind a word of contempt.

"It's just two ordinary people who can be seen everywhere."

“……”

Ken watched as Sivir left, flicking his cigarette holder off his fingers.

Although I don't agree with what you did just now, what you said ...... That's the most reasonable sentence tonight. ”

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The next day, early in the morning.

Moyu wakes up on time, driven by his biological clock.

I practiced my fists and feet for two hours last night against the shadowman's wooden stake, and whether I have improved in physical skills, Mo You doesn't know, but the pain is really painful......

Honing "pain tolerance" itself was a gradual process, and he felt that he was still in a bit of a hurry.

Fortunately, as long as the sperm hole is closed and enters the state of "absolute", the "pain" accumulated during training will quickly fade.

At least Mo You can endure it for now, and is willing to persevere.

Otherwise, it would be hilarious if you fell to the ground and rolled with your head in the future because of a punch.

Mo Yu got up and washed up briefly, then went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Throw the blanched meat into the iron pot, add rice and plenty of water, control the amount of firewood, and clean up with a broom.

Qiduo also got up early, saw Mo You sweeping the floor, and took the initiative to help after saying hello.

Adhering to the concept that the visitor is a guest, Mo You didn't want Qiduo to help clean up, but he couldn't resist Qiduo's insistence at all, so he gave up.

With the kind help of Qiduo, the time spent cleaning the temple became longer.

It's not that Qiduo can't clean, but Qiduo is too much of a clean......

By the time the two of them finished cleaning, the porridge in the kitchen was almost ready.

Mo You put some salt to taste, and then took the porridge out of the pot.

"Won't you open the door?"

After eating the porridge prepared by Moyu, Qiduo looked at the closed gate of the temple.

Moyu bowed his head and put away the dishes and chopsticks, explaining, "I'm not good at receiving tourists, so I usually choose to close the temple until Hawke returns. ”

"But if someone comes, you're going to open the door, right?"

Qiduo withdrew his gaze from the gate and turned to look at Moyu, asking meaningfully.

She guessed the reason why Mo You chose to close the temple, maybe it was not good at receiving tourists, but it was more for the sake of being able to meditate and cultivate.

"It depends."

Mo You replied casually and got up with the dishes and chopsticks.

No sooner had he taken a step than there was a knock at the door.

Qiduo rubbed his cheeks, not surprised, as if he had known that someone would knock on the door.

Moyu just glanced at the door, ignored the knock, and walked straight to the kitchen.