As the central city of the Ochima Federation, neon lights shine all night long, and even after night, the streets are still bustling with pedestrians.

The shrill honks of the crowded traffic, interspersed with a few profanities in the lingua franca, lit up the street shops with neon lights, and dimmed the already dull starlight in the sky.

The streets are full of people, but the alleys sandwiched between the brightly lit storefronts are the opposite of the storefronts, and if anyone looks into them, they will always see mottled drops of blood on the stone slabs in the blurred light.

Kurolo bit his shirt with his teeth and tore it into strips with his intact arms, The wound on his abdomen that had not healed was torn again because of the fight just now, and dark red blood stains leaked out of it, such a wound fell on him as if it was just a scratch of the skin, and it didn't matter if he was just scratching the skin, and poured the alcohol he took from the sheep to the bleeding place, and the flowing alcohol took away the blood and dust from the wound, Kurolo wrapped the wound on his waist with a simple bandage that had just been torn into strips, barely stopping the bleeding.

He leaned against the wall, his inky eyes staring silently at the moonlight above him, but even in such an embarrassing situation, Kurolo still had a smile on his lips, and slowly brushed his hair that hung down at the side of his face behind his head, revealing his deep eyebrows.

"Oh, I'm so tired."

He sighed, got up from the ground by the wall, walked little by little towards the mouth of the alley, and took a clean garment or two with great ease as he passed the railing where the clothes were dried.

In an instant, Kurolo, who had changed his outfit, was another ordinary passerby, and he silently blended into the crowd, avoiding the people who appeared on the street searching for him, and then turned seven or eight alleys in a row, finally throwing away the hat on his head, revealing his handsome face.

After walking along the path for less than two minutes, Kurolo suddenly stopped again, and there was silence all around, except for the whimper of the wind and the hoarse cries of wild cats.

Kurolo didn't take it lightly, his gaze looked around coldly, and a man paced out of the shadows, staring at him with hatred.

"Kurolo Rusiru!"

Saiman gritted his teeth and shouted Kurolo's name.

Kurolo raised his eyebrows slightly, he looked at the man in front of him coldly, and it took two or three seconds to dig out the man's name from the waste paper pile of memory, and then he seemed to suddenly say, "Oh, it's you." ”

In the rare moment of embarrassment, he did not panic when he met his former enemy, Kulolo, his gaze slowly swept over Seman, and then hooked his lips and smiled: "You actually found here." ”

"Revenge for your companions, yes?"

Turning his arm, the smile on Kurolo's face receded and turned into an expressionless and cold appearance: "Then you can try it." ”

His words seemed to be sarcastic, Saiman's face suddenly turned red, he glared at Kurolo in front of him with angry eyes, and then gritted his teeth and sneered, "No, I won't kill you, people like you must taste the taste of torture." ”

*

If you only talk about physical skills and telekinesis, Saiman can't beat the seamless Kulolo with his mind and telekinesis, in short, his heart is completely inferior to Kulolo.

Since he has lost several chips in the aspect of heart blackness, Saiman wants to compensate for it from another side, that is, poisoning.

However, even with the use of such a stealthy and despicable method as poisoning, Saiman's chances of success were slim, and the only auction that managed to get close to Culolo was interrupted by a sudden insertion of the young master.

Seyman gritted his teeth in hatred, but at the same time, he discovered another shocking fact.

Kurolo has a lot to do with that little young master.

This is so funny, of course Saiman doesn't think that Culolo will like that little master, he even suspects that Culolo has no ability to love people at all, and that little master is just an unlucky guy who is targeted by Culolo.

But even the unlucky ones can take advantage of it, and just as he was thinking about how to take advantage of this opportunity, someone suddenly contacted him quietly.

"I can tell you where Kurolo is."

The voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse and mocking under the influence of the voice changer, and Seman discerned the meaning of the other party's words: "But he must not die." ”

In order to seize the opportunity to kill Kurolo, Saiman naturally agreed suspiciously, he turned his head and forgot about the young master, listened to the other party's instructions and boarded the ship to the Okima Federation, and then watched Kurolo enter the venue of the hunter exam, and the original suspicion was dispelled.

But agreeing to cooperate with the mysterious man, but it doesn't mean that he will definitely listen to the other party's instructions, Saiman's abacus clanged, he had already planned to take advantage of his illness to kill him after finding Kurolo, as for the anger of the mystery man - he has killed Kurolo, whether the other party will be angry and angry is not in his scope of consideration, not to mention that he guessed that since the other party will help him, then it must be Kurolo's enemy.

How can enemies not have the desire to put each other to death? Saiman thought he was just helping him get there ahead of schedule.

Seeman almost laughed out loud when he found the embarrassed Kurolo, but he held back and approached him with hateful eyes and something ready to "treat" Kurolo.

However, even if he is injured, Kurolo is still not to be underestimated, even if it is a day when the time and place are right, even if Saiman tempers his mental ability day after day for this day, even if Saiman almost realizes his ambition of revenge.

However, in the end, the chess game was missing.

The silver blade slit his throat, and the gushing blood stained both of them, and Saiman reached out and grabbed the corner of Culolo's coat weakly, and the severed throat snorted with blood foam, and he opened his mouth to make a sound, but it turned into a pant sound of "ho-ho-ho-".

The hands ended up with gravity

The ground slammed to the ground, and the pool of blood that spread from beneath him declared him dead.

Kurolo shook off the knife in his hand, leaned against the corner of the wall and quietly watched the pale corpse that was gradually losing its body temperature under the moonlight, the clothes that he had changed with the sheep just now were dyed red again, but there were no clean clothes here for Kurolo to use.

Wiping the blood from his face with the only clean sleeve he had left, Kurolo sat on the corner with one leg bent and complained childishly, "I'm so tired...... If you try it again, you really won't be able to hold it. ”

Time passed bit by bit, and Kurolo, who hadn't eaten anything since the end of the hunter's exam, finally couldn't hold it anymore after two fierce fights, and let out a long chirp from his belly.

He was hungry, very hungry, it was the first time that Kurolo had encountered such a hungry moment since he left Meteor Street, even in Meteor Street, Kurolo, who had grown to be fearless of the Elders' gang, had never been so hungry.

This hunger was long gone, and Kurolo even missed it, feeling the pain in his stomach as if it were tangled together, and looking at the moon hanging in the sky, it seemed that he could see it as a moldy biscuit.

For those who are hungry enough, even a moldy cookie is a rare delicacy in the world.

Even if he was strong enough to have eaten a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas, Kurolo had to admit that the cookie he snatched on Meteor Street when he was a child was the most memorable food he had ever eaten.

So Kurolo couldn't help but lick his somewhat dry lips.

He sat in the corner and thoughtless how he could break into a bakery he had seen before to fill his hungry stomach by breaking into a bakery he had seen before and sweeping up the bread inside, and then continue to find a place to rest to make up for his recent loss of sleep, but while Kurolo was calculating, he heard light and heavy footsteps in his ears.

The sound of footsteps was so familiar that Kurolo thought he was hallucinating from extreme hunger and burnout, but vigilance controlled him to prop himself up and disappear into the dark shadows.

It wasn't until the pool of blood from Seman's icy corpse was trampled under his feet and the moonlight poured out from behind the clouds once again that Kurolo could see who it was who had walked into the alley.

It's Youguo.

*

The blonde Youguo looked down at Saiman as he fell to the ground, and then frowned, holding a piece of fragrant soft bread in his arms.

He looked up into the depths of the alley in the direction of the bloodstains, and the eyes of Culolo in the shadows were staring at him, and a pair of eyes that had never been as dark as a deep well were unexpectedly bright at this time.

He seemed a little surprised by Youguo's appearance, but the hint of surprise was quickly taken into Kurolo's eyes, and his apricot-like eyes moved with Youguo, and Kurolo slowly sketched a smile towards Youguo.

Even if he was so embarrassed that he was covered with the scarlet blood of others, even if he was so hungry that his stomach made an unwilling noise, even if he had already sensed that the unbearable situation at this time seemed to be closely related to Youguo, Kurolo still showed a kind of composure under control, and even stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Youguo's shoulder, lowered his head, leaned his chin on the top of Youguo's hair, and rubbed it gently.

"Youguo, you're doing a good job this time."

Kurolo said, "But can I eat that bread?" ”

The bread was meant for Kurolo, and Yougo shoved the piece of bread that was still warm into Kurolo's mouth, watching him eat the piece of bread quickly and gracefully and gracefully.

The two opposite words, gentle and gobbling, were skillfully blended into one in Kurolo's body at this moment, and Yugo watched Kurolo swallow the last bite of bread, and even licked the crumbs off his fingers.

For Youguo's gaze, Kurolo only smiled lightly, as if after seeing such an embarrassed posture, the politeness that he had been maintaining was also unsealed, revealing his naïve and bad side.

"If you don't eat like this on Meteor Street, you'll be snatched up." Kurolo looked nostalgic, "Hmm—though, it's usually me who steals other people's food. ”

Wow –

Youguo thought to himself, he actually had the face to say!

Of course, Kurolo has the face to say, because surviving on Meteor Street is the biggest face, and only those who have filled their stomachs will have the leisure to think about what dignity and face, so he was laughed angrily when he looked at Youguo's faintly disgusted eyes, and then pulled up Youguo's soft cheeks with his hand.

He didn't let go of the water, with a vengeful pleasure.

Youguo hurriedly slapped Kulolo's hands, and when Kurolo put down his hand, Youguo's face was also pinched red by him, and Youguo stood there panting angrily.

Covering his pinched red cheeks, Youguo glared fiercely at Kurolo in front of him, took a step back with a cold face and said, "This is my revenge for your own assertion at the beginning. ”

Kurolo smiled, "Is it just because of what happened before?" ”

Youguo frowned: "Otherwise? ”

Kurolo tilted his head and said regretfully: "Then your revenge is too slight, how can this be considered revenge?" ”

Youguo's sixth sense vaguely reminded him of the danger, and when he took a step back and wanted to leave this deep alley, Kurolo, who had regained some strength, approached Youguo's side in the next second, pinched Youguo's chin and lowered his head and whispered in his ear.

The sound is as thin as a gnat, but it is enough for Youguo to hear clearly.

Kurolo chuckled in his ear, with a hint of danger.

"I killed you twice, is that all your revenge is?"

The earlobe was pinched by the people around him, and Kurolo said jokingly: "I thought that at least the same method would kill me, which was barely revenge." ”

"Youguo......" Kurolo said with a sigh, "you're still too soft-hearted. ”