"Did you catch up to get your numbered ticket back?" The boy who fell to the ground stubbornly asked the question.

"No, I'm here to compliment you." Mr. Magician stood in front of Xiaojie and answered his question.

Ato on the tree next to him had a thoughtful expression on his face.

Because Xiaojie grabbed Mr. Magician's number plate, was he praised?

In that case......

If you also snatched the number plate from Mr. Magician, will you be praised by the other party?

Aito's eyes were on Mr. Magician.

Mr. Magician has four number plates on him.

Just get one and you're fine.

Aito watched Xiao Jie, who said that he didn't want to owe Hisoka anything, was punched away by Hisoka, and thought inwardly about when to take Hisoka's number plate.

The smile on Mr. Magician's face was inexplicably weird, and he licked the blood on the back of his hand, which was Xiao Jie's blood after punching Xiao Jie.

Mr. Magician looks like he likes it.

Aitto touched his face.

If in the real world, Mr. Magician wants to slap his face, he may not be able to do it.

Because he is only good enough to be liked by his family.

Even during the time when he was locked up, he was rarely hit in the face.

The place where "Mom" kisses the most is also his face.

But this is the game world, and it doesn't matter if you get slapped in the face, it won't affect your face in reality.

Although he doesn't really like being beaten, he doesn't feel any pain anymore, so it's okay.

He watched as Hisoka and Jay made a pact.

Before Jay was able to give Hisoka the same punch, the number plate was left in Jay's hand.

Aito had a look of envy in his eyes.

It's an agreement, and he wants to make a pact with Mr. Magician.

I don't know what to agree on, but the word "agreement" sounds like it's important.

The pale blue eyes were empty for a moment, and then they regained their brightness again.

[This is our agreement, and we must remember it, Aitto.] ］

He used to seem to be with ...... A promise has been made.

But he forgot.

The white-haired boy lowered his eyes, and his ice-crystal-like eyelashes remained motionless, like a layer of frost and snow that had fallen on it, making people want to reach out and brush away those white frosts.

Then the sculpture moved, shaking off a body of frost.

The smile is bright, like a clear sky.

"It's okay, I'm already thinking about it, and I'll remember everything one day."

He said to himself.

After seeing Hisoka leave, he hurriedly followed.

As for Xiao Jie, who fell to the ground, he ignored it.

He had helped Xiaojie once before, because of that grilled fish, there was no need to help the other party now.

The matter between Mr. Magician and Xiaojie is over, and there should be time to play with him next.

Ato thought so and followed Hisoka.

As Hisoka grew more and more like a hungry beast hunting, he rushed towards him.

Although the tracking was not detected, when the operation was launched, it was still discovered, and Hisoka reacted quickly to kick it.

As soon as the white figure rushed in front of him, it instantly flew upside down again.

Hisoka's golden eyes narrowed as he looked at the figure that had landed after flying out upside down.

"If you got it, do you want to praise me?" Aitto sat on the ground and shook his head, patted his clothes on the chest, and stood up like a nobody, a number plate appeared in his hand, and his smile was very bright.

Hisoka stared at him silently for three seconds, then smiled.

"When did you start following us?" He asked.

"Before Jie fishes out your number plate." Aitto explained.

"Well, yes, you and him, they're all great little apples, I've ...... them," Hisoka folded his hands over his shoulders and bent down to let out a low laugh.

"It's going to be uncontrollable." Fingernails scratched his arms, leaving blood trails in his wake.

"Don't you want to compliment me?" Aitto tilted his head, his tone a little lost.

Obviously, Xiaojie got Mr. Magician's number plate, and Mr. Magician would want to praise the other party, why did Mr. Magician's reaction be different when it was his turn?

"Ah, of course, of course you are a good boy who deserves praise......" The red-haired magician smiled so much that his voice was a little trilling.

"Let me reward you." The man said so.

A poker card was shooting at Aitto, and he turned his head to avoid one, followed by more cards flying towards him.

The white-haired boy put away the number plate in his hand, stretched out his hand and quickly dodged to avoid one poker card after another.

"Very good...... Very good, very good...... You ......" Hisoka's smile grew bigger and bigger.

Hearing the compliment, Aitto smiled with satisfaction.

Mr. Magician seems to like to fight......

If he wins, won't Mr. Magician be even happier?

With this in mind, the white-haired figure changed his evasive style to the one who took the initiative to attack.

"Deceived Kangxi"

The red-haired magician threw playing cards at him.

The pale blue eyes accurately saw the direction of each playing card, and came to the other party smoothly.

Then he kicked the man in the chest.

The red-haired magician flew upside down.

Aitor didn't hear the cracking of the other's bones and blinked.

He used the same force as the other party kicked him before, and he could kick his ribs with the same force, but not Mr. Magician's ribs.

Sure enough, Mr. Magician's physical strength is very strong.

The red-haired man was lying on the ground, looking at the moon hanging upside down in the sky, and his smile was gradually going crazy.

The invisible aura spread out around the other party, and the surrounding plants began to shake wildly again, and the animals began to flee wildly.

Aitto looked at the grass around him and stroked his hair.

Fortunately, gravity didn't work for him, and his hair didn't stand on end.

But......

He tilted his head to look in one direction.

The hair on the cookie's body was already standing up like a hedgehog, and it shook its head blankly, and its front paws touched its own hair, but it couldn't press them down.

"Ah...... No, you have to hold back ......" The red-haired man's voice was eerie.

"It's not enough, he's not fully mature......"

"Wait......" he stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the corners of his mouth.

Aito stood aside and watched as the other party calmed down once again and restrained the energy fluctuations on his body.

"When you're mature, you'll have to fight me......," Hisoka said, standing up and speaking like a normal person.

"Is this an agreement?" Aitto asked.

"Agreed...... Of course, of course. Hisoka's tone was subtle for a moment, and then he covered the lower half of his face, as if he couldn't suppress a smile, and said tremblingly.

"I see." Aitor nodded.

"Good boy, good boy, you have to work hard to grow up." The red-haired magician looked at the boy with anticipation and impatience in his eyes.

The fruit should not be picked until it is ripe, otherwise the jerky fruit will not taste good at all.