As the limousine drove away, the commander shook his head and waved his hand to disband the panicked group. I smiled a little self-deprecatingly, what kind of panic I had. That's a ruthless man who can slaughter God, and a few little minions won't be able to make a move. Any old butler under his hand can clean it up.

.“ Bora Hai, can you hear me? A somewhat hoarse voice rang out over the radio, it was Morgan, who had been staying up all night, hanging for his life purely on the various miraculous potions of precision gears.

"Yes, Director."

Borahai was not in the least worried that his chief would be furious at the madness of so many inquisitors under his command. After all, that bad old man is an old madman.

"Are you still there?"

"Yes." Bora Hai yawned lazily and rubbed his eyes, a little listless.

"Your patrol is canceled, and in a few minutes, a theater steward will meet you. As she acts, you must keep an eye on her at all times and provide her with all the help you can. Morgan's tired voice paused, "No matter what she does, don't stop her as long as she doesn't die." Those lunatics don't care if this is Orin. ”

Actor? A follower of Lady Hustle?

What are those crazy people doing here, Bora Hai shrugged his shoulders and randomly found a slightly flat place to sit down, and when his gaze inadvertently swept over the wreckage on the ground, he suddenly shivered, and the sweat of the bean was constantly dripping between the gravel in this cool late autumn, mixed with the almost dried blood, quite terrifying!

If he hadn't had Alzheimer's, he remembered that the child seemed to be a relative of the feasters, but what about the crazy smile on the faces of the wreckage who were faintly recognizable. He suddenly remembered a rumor he had heard during a small talk.

Rumors about that Konstantin.

Chill!

"Hello, are you my thoughts?" An extremely sunny-sounding female voice rang out from behind Bora Hai.

Bolahai stood up, with a smile on his face, not daring to show any lack of fear, in front of this group of madmen, if anyone dared to show half fear, then what awaited him was endless play......

The heavy openwork gate opened automatically under the rotation of mechanical gears, and the black slender limousine drove on the smooth asphalt road.

The towering bushes have been uprooted and replaced by patches of flat lawns, on which an automatic irrigation system rotates and sprays nutrient-mixed water, and sunlight passes through the water curtain, leaving a bright rainbow in the fresh scent of grass.

But there is something more appealing to Fran than a rainbow......

Mo Lin, whose long hair was flowing smoothly, was sitting on top of a gazebo, using a delicately crafted comb to comb the white hair of the prostrate unicorn beneath him. The cherished unicorn closed its eyes comfortably and enjoyed the girl's gentle service.

As if hearing the sound of a car, the unicorn opened its eyes, and its glass-like eyes looked vigilantly in the direction where the sound came from......

A bright smile bloomed on Mo Lin's white little face, and he opened his mouth to call, but then glared at Fran viciously with beautiful eyes, turned his head angrily, and used the comb in his hand to smash the white hair of the innocent unicorn beside him. Fran chuckled, walked up behind the angry little girl, and put his hand on the top of Molin's head. Long, smooth black hair slipped through his fingers. Mo Lin was like an awkward child, ruthlessly slapped Furlong's hand, turned around and glared at Furlong with beautiful eyes, pursed his mouth, and the little emotion of dissatisfaction was written on his face in a daze, but he heard Furlong whisper: "I'm sorry to worry you......"

"Who...... Who cares about you! ”

Molin's face flushed, and he stretched out his little hand and pointed at Fran in shame. The delicate little nose suddenly raised. The red lips were slightly hooked, but they were forcibly pressed down, pretending to be angry, but the eyes that were inadvertently bent revealed the excitement in the girl's heart.

"Alas...... My sister's life is ruined at the hands of this guy. Poson, who had heard the news, stood beside the old butler and looked at the two people sitting and standing in the pavilion from a distance.

"It's good to be young." The old butler smiled and asked, "Is there anything you want to eat at noon today?" ”

"I heard, you have a cat?" Fran put his hand on Mo Lin's head, felt the smoothness of his fingertips, sniffed the fragrance lingering between his noses, and asked casually.

"Mr. Butler has told you? Damn, I want to surprise you! Mo Lin wrinkled his little nose a little unhappily, "I'll name it Dark Cloud!" The clouds are mysterious, and they are always running around. Now I don't know where I went, or our white clouds. ”

The unicorn beside him was very human, and when he heard the little master calling his name, he raised his head a little arrogantly, and the end was not sharp, but some round unicorns shimmered in the sun.

But when Fran's strange purple eyes swept over it, it lowered its proud head again.

"That's ......"

It wasn't until lunch that Fran saw the so-called voyeur. It is indeed a very beautiful cat, with a graceful posture, a slender body, and a lazy air between gestures. Under the body as much as ink, only the four small paws are as white as snow, as if they are wearing snow-white boots.

Fearless, the Ignorant Molin lifted the skin of the peeper's neck, completely ignoring the merciless meow fist of the voyeur or the dark cloud, and while rubbing the peeper's soft little belly, he introduced to Fran, "Franco, this is the dark cloud!" Oh my cat! ”

Fran smiled and nodded, but there was a chill in his back, and the voyeur enjoyed the massage service of the beautiful girl, squinting his eyes comfortably, and snoring in his throat. Look at the comfortable posture of the voyeur and the pink flesh pads exposed by his back up. Fran was a little unconvinced, but this cute-looking guy was really a demigod?

Perhaps aware of Fran's gaze, the voyeur opened his eyes slightly and squinted into a slit, and called softly, "Meow~"

Then he stretched out his right front paw, slightly bent and undulating, like a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, waving to Fran in greeting.

"Franco, look at the dark clouds, he is so human, he is greeting you!"

"It does ......"