"Made, open a coffee shop, and you should work for Moge."

"It's really law-abiding once."

The extrajudicial maniac was a little angry: "Do you two have any last words, hurry up and say, I am in a good mood and can help you spread the word!" ”

"I didn't feel good when I watched you two connect before."

"It's all conspired, and it's grinding."

"Forget it, just go to death."

"Do it."

The anger of the extralegal maniac disappeared, but he also had no interest in scolding anymore, and waved his hand casually.

The next moment, the two breaths in the distance became fierce.

That's when ...

On the street in the distance, a little girl with a lollipop in her mouth, who looked to be about five years old, with a double ponytail and a school bag on her back, jumped towards the coffee shop.

Obviously, the café is already tense, and even the streets are constantly overflowing with energy.

But it didn't seem to affect her at all.

With the pleasant sound of bells, the girl walked into the coffee shop.

"Uncle, can you make a cup of coffee?"

The little girl looked up at the outlaw fanatics in the bar and smiled sweetly.

The two eyes are squinted together, and it looks particularly cute.

It's just that the look of the extralegal fanatic gradually became solemn, and his eyes kept staring at the girl in front of him, and after a long time, he said lightly: "It's not sold." ”

"That's a shame."

The girl looked regretful, and then climbed into the chair next to her awkwardly, opened her school bag, and took out her books: "Then can I do my homework here?" ”

"If you can't finish writing, you'll be scolded when you go back."

The girl's tone was full of helplessness, obviously she was just a child, but the tone of her voice was very mature.

"I'm more curious, your position as a soul hunter."

The outlaw maniac waved his hand lightly, and the aura that was originally locked on the middle-aged man's body outside the door gradually receded.

And he looked at the girl in front of him playfully, and said with a chuckle.

"I'm the leader of the Soul Hunting Squad, Group 3."

"He's on my team."

"I apologize for his recklessness just now, and I hope my uncle doesn't blame him anymore."

"He doesn't have enough brains."

The girl's smile was still very sweet, and she pointed to her head and said.

The middle-aged man was covered with sweat on his forehead at this time, lowered his head slightly, walked behind the girl, and said nothing, but with a touch of fear in his eyes.

"If the apology is useful, I won't sneak away to open a coffee shop in such a remote place."

"You're soul hunting, is it useful to talk?"

The outlaw maniac sneered and said lightly.

The girl thought about it seriously: "It should be, it's still useful." ”

"Okay."

"Then let's talk about it today."

"First, what do you mean by bringing my store with you when you are thinking about spiritual thoughts?"

"Second, is it really just a coincidence that I came to this coffee shop today?"

"Third, I'm angry."

The outlaw fanatic narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned back in his chair, and casually made himself a cheap cup of instant coffee, blew the heat on it, and took a sip, completely ignoring what he had just said that coffee was not sold.

"Hmm..."

The girl fell into deep thought.

After a long time.

"I don't know the first question very well, this is what our boss insisted on doing in the first place."

"This coffee shop is indeed a coincidence, and the location was chosen by that guy."

"As for the last question..."

The girl looked a little headache, grabbed her hair, rummaged through her schoolbag seriously, and finally took out a dagger and stuck it in the leg of the middle-aged man behind her.

The middle-aged man snorted, his face a little pale.

Blood poured out of his legs.

But he didn't even dare to say a word.

"Uncle, is it okay to deal with it like this?"

The girl asked, tilting her head, looking in the direction of the bar, expectantly.

The outlaw fanatic's expression remained unchanged, but he turned his head to look at Zongren.

Soren still smiled.

It's just that he didn't bring a dagger with him when he went out.

He looked around, silently walked into the distance, picked up a fruit knife, and stuck it in his leg.

And then...

He took another handful and stuck it in his shoulder.

Wounds, two...

"Wow, you're so good!"

The girl looked at Zongren with some surprise, looking a little shocked: "I feel that you are provoking me!" ”

"He can do it, and you must be able to do it too."

The girl asked, looking at the middle-aged man behind her.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and did not speak.

"Come on!"

The girl clenched her fists, encouraged him, took out another dagger, and stabbed it on the middle-aged man according to the position of Zongren's shoulder.

"He didn't even make a muffled snort!"

"It's a shame for you to look like we're soul hunting."

Seeing that the middle-aged man let out a muffled snort, the girl muttered with some dissatisfaction.

And the extralegal fanatics who had been silent suddenly laughed, and the spring breeze was warm: "Oh, oops, what are you doing?" ”

"As the saying goes, it's all guests!"

"How unpleasant it is for everyone to make trouble!"

"Remember to clean up all the blood you shed in a while, otherwise it will be dirty."

"Let's sit down and talk."

As he spoke, the outlaw fanatic casually picked up three cups, poured three cups of ordinary instant coffee, brewed them, put them on a plate, and brought them to the coffee table not far away.

"It took me a month to learn how to make coffee!"

"Try my craft."

The word hypocrisy was almost imprinted on his face.

But he didn't care, and sat down first.

The girl looked at her homework and was a little entangled: "If I can't finish my homework, my mother will scold me." ”

"And my mom said you can't drink the drinks that other uncles give you outside."

"Forget it, forget it, my mother doesn't know anyway."

The girl tried to convince herself, and finally happily put away her homework and handed her schoolbag to the middle-aged man: "Remember to help me finish my homework." ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly wiped his hands that were still stained with blood, then took the schoolbag, nodded, dragged his injured body, sat on other tables in the distance, and wrote his homework seriously.

During this period, it is also necessary to avoid blood rubbing on the books.

The girl enjoyed taking a sip of coffee, squinting slightly, looking very satisfied.

Zongren was the most low-key, sitting on the edge without saying a word.

But his eyes always fell on the extralegal fanatic, waiting for him to speak.

(It's been early morning code words lately, and I always feel that the state is a little wrong, and I need to adjust the jet lag... It may be two days of double watching, recovering spirits, sorting out the outline of the next paragraph, or it may be three watches... ）