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第106章 7:3——3:7

"Gunji-kun."

The man took a step forward, his clothes fluttered like a black crow flapping its wings in a smooth arc, wrapping the skinny brown-haired boy thickly.

Tsunayoshi Sawada's heart beat like a drum when he saw the future Hongxiang and Hui approaching.

Like a rabbit being targeted by a large bird of prey, its pupils shrank and its body began to tremble.

Why?Obviously it was Hong Xiangsang who was right, but ten years later Hong Xiangsang would be so——

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the blond man's face.

--Danger.

Since my mother hired a tutor for herself last year, and Li Baoen appeared inexplicably, Gouji Hayato, Yamamoto Takeshi, Rambo, Biyangqi, Ippei... more and more people appeared around him, so far Except for the thrilling rescue operation by Liudao Mukuro, Sawada Tsunayoshi's life is basically still in the "peaceful" range.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is unwilling to become the tenth member of Pengelie. In 13 years of daily life, the basic three views have already been formed. He knows that the mafia is illegal, which is wrong.

He also knew that the reason why the people around him were around him was more or less the help of Li Baoen.

Even though he was still called "Bao Chai Tsuna" in school and failed in the exam, not many people looked up to him... Even so, during this year, Sawada Tsunayoshi had to admit that, with Li Baoen's company, He is living life to the fullest.

He is also the one who is really timid. During the long time with Gokuji Hayato Yamamoto Takeshi and the others, Sawada Tsunayoshi naturally developed a friendship.

Alone for 13 years, he yearned for friends even when he knew he wasn't worthy.

Both Hayato and Takeshi Yamamoto have the best appearances, Mr. Gudera is very smart, and Yamamoto plays baseball very well. No matter who they are, they are the school's man of the hour.

Biyangqi is a great beauty with infinite charm, let's ignore the fact that she is Li Baoen's fourth lover.

Senior Skylark, who never looked directly at him before, is now called a "herbivore".

Lanbo and Yiping...they are still young.

Except for his mother, it was the first time that there were so many people around him.

Feng Tai's ranking said that the successor of the tenth generation of Pengelie was someone else, and while he was relieved from the bottom of his heart, he was tightly tightened at the same time.

He talked about telling Li Baoen to find a better heir, but the unknown panic had already wrapped tightly around Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Will Riboun leave?Anyone else too?

The brown-haired boy comforted himself with a wry smile, it's okay, it's fine, this is the life he wants.

There will no longer be babies pointing guns at him, children throwing landmines when they pull out their handles, middle school students igniting firearms and destroying buildings...

However, the chest was inexplicably tight.

"I don't care about national affairs at all..."

On the TV, the news that Hongxiang Hehui led Japan to win the U-17 World Cup was broadcast.

The celebrities interviewed on TV all have a natural temperament. It should be the blond young man interviewed for the first time without any stage fright. He speaks generously, has bright blue eyes, and looks like an excellent heir at first glance.

Li Baoen's information was retrieved very quickly, "Hongxiang Hehui, a second-year student in Haichang High School, excellent in sports and all-round, and the president of the student council..."

The various awards read out next are not something Tsunayoshi Sawada can imagine, let alone he just won the world championship!

Shame and inferiority swept over the brown-haired boy again, and he yelled in self-defeating, "Where is Bao En, go find that Hongxiang-san, anyway, he is..."

What is it?

Is he the most suitable heir to Vengley?

If that's the case, Li Baoen, Prison Lord, Biyangqi, Lanbo, Yiping...would they leave him?

But the ghost tutor didn't give him much time to think. After making a phone call, Li Baoen took his collar and boarded the private car parked in front of Sawada's house, and drove to the Central Gymnasium in Tokyo.

The blond young man in red and white sportswear appeared on the stage amidst the astonishment of the crowd. His slender legs stepped onto the railing and jumped into the venue lightly, causing the audience to scream for him.

Haichang's blue jersey was reflected in the youth's pupils, his white jade-like fingers overlapped, and he snapped his fingers to stop the audience from shouting.

Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that the blue was not like the sea.

It is a sky that is more boundless than the sea.

"Win is—— us!"

Just one glance, you will understand how exciting this is.

By mistake, I actually exchanged contact information with Hong Xiangsang, and Hong Xiangsang really believed Li Baoen's statement that he "asked for teaching", and really taught himself how to play.

The more we get along, the more ashamed Sawada Tsunayoshi is for his initial thoughts.

Hong Xiangsang is witty and humorous, not as unreasonable as he seems, and always considers his feelings.Compared with a good-for-nothing like myself, whether it is Li Baoen or Peng Gelie, they will choose Hong Xiangsang.

Even if he sometimes teases himself, this is Hong Xiangsang whom he respects.

……

But Hong Xiangsang will never stare at him like a hunter like now.

He calls himself "Kunyoshi-kun"

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know whether to be thankful that his relationship with Hong Xiang had improved ten years later, and the other party called him by his name directly, or should he be afraid of the killing intent on the other party that could not be ignored.

In fact, Sawada Tsunayoshi, who lived a peaceful life, didn't know the killing intent at all, but felt that the malicious breath made his hair stand on end.

Two fingers as white as jade picked up his chin, forcefully lifted his head, and met those cold green eyes.

There is a cocoon on the back of the finger that holds a gun all year round, which is exactly the same as Hong Xiangsang.Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help complaining about himself, being so close to Hongxiang Kazuki's face, he still lost his mind.

He Hui didn't have much scruples, the fresh smoke in his mouth sprayed directly on the face of the brown-haired boy, he let go of his hand, and watched the boy cough.

Forget it, it's still a baby rabbit, there's no need to pull out its claws now.

Otherwise, it would be too boring.

Picking up the cigarette between his fingers, he casually flicked the ashes. The blond man looked at the deserted alleys around him, and his gaze skipped Lan Bo who had just been knocked down silently by his illusion.

"Tsunayoshi-kun, was your relationship with "me" so good before. "

To be alone with him undefended, do you want to die early?

***

There was the rustling of leaves, and the night in this season was still a bit cold. Hong Xiang, who had just changed into his sportswear, put down his half-rolled sleeves and looked around.

He is now in a wood.

The exact location is unknown.

Well, without climbing out of the coffin.

The blond young man had a stiff face, his mind was running fast, thinking about how he could get the most information within 5 minutes.

Calculating the time from the heartbeat, half a minute has passed.

Ten seconds later, Hong Xiang gave up thinking.

When the hearing is maximized, you can only hear the sound of a small stream three kilometers away, as well as the sounds of rodents digging holes, herbivores chewing, and carnivores hiding.

There are no humans.

After 5 minutes, I can't find any clues. God knows why I will be in this barren mountain and old forest ten years later. It seems that this trip will be for nothing ten years later.

The blond-haired youth took another hasty look and planned to sit and wait for 5 minutes.

Oh, it's only 4 minutes now.

Counting the powerful heartbeats, listening to the rustling wind...

Why haven't you left yet?

Hong Xiang took out the mobile phone in his pocket and stared at the time. If his sight could catch fire, it would definitely burn through the screen of the mobile phone.

The digits representing the minutes jumped five more.

Well, another 5 minutes passed, nothing happened around me, and there was no intention of going back at all.

Insects chirped in the grass, and the blond youth sighed.

He should have known earlier, except in the main drama, eight out of ten appearances of the ten-year bazooka will fail.

Then.

Hong Xiang stretched his waist greatly, no longer suppressed himself, and maximized his senses.

If he didn't find some clues, he might spend the night in the ravine tonight. If he slept here, he would dance with insects all night...he absolutely didn't want it.

Hong Xiang has never tested the limits of his senses. After untying the restraint, a very faint smell of blood floated into his nostrils.

This is normal in the mountains and forests. In the biosphere of the jungle, many animals will always be killed by predators.It looks like a place full of vitality and greenery, but inside it contains a strong smell of blood, corpse and decay... Hong Xiang's nose is almost "blind".

But the difference in that thin strand of silk was still smelt by Hong Xiang.

This is the smell of human blood.

Hurry up, Hongxiang didn't mean to hide his footsteps, he followed the direction of the wind, and quickly approached the southeast.

There was a quick breath on the piece of human blood, and I didn't find him until I was close to 500 meters.

The owner of the breath raised his head in a panic, stopped his movements, and after four or five seconds, he realized that Hongxiang was only a hundred meters away from him, so he ran away in a hurry.

One breath, four footsteps.

Is it a creature that crawls on four legs?

But Hong Xiang couldn't care less, he came to the place where the smell of blood was densest, and was shocked by the sight in front of him.

More than a dozen people were wearing old Japanese military uniforms, with overly long guns pinned on them. Judging from the titles on their shoulders, they were probably a small team.

They all stared with round eyes, their faces were full of horror, as if they had seen hell, their bodies were mutilated, this person lost a hand, that person's abdomen was torn open, and some of them didn't even have their heads. on the neck.

There is only one word in my mind - massacre.

The body still had some residual heat, and it took less than half an hour to die according to the weather.But when Hong Xiang came, he really only heard the sound of breathing.What kind of person... can break through a squad's defenses and kill them?

At first, Hong Xiang thought it was a wolf or some wild beast that attacked the group of people, but after carefully examining the wounds of the deceased, he ruled out this possibility.

Not animal paw prints and tooth marks.

The spacing and size of this tooth mark... is more human-like.

There is only one person in this group who is wearing a yellow robe, and that person's body is not complete, only a robe that has been torn to barely see the original shape, and the guards are getting closer to the yellow robe man. It looks like a subordinate protector.

The military guards didn't have any identity certificates on them, and the yellow-robed man didn't have any identification, except that a piece of jade was pinned to the waist of his robe.

Looking at it as an ordinary piece of jade, Hong Xiang, who thought it would be some kind of identity proof, was a little disappointed. If he could get a little information about the person involved, he could at least tell his family. Now he can only let them expose the dead body in the wilderness up.

After putting the jade into his pocket, the blond young man lowered his head and closed his eyes, intending to hold his hands together for a moment of silence.

Chi da.

It is the sound of shoes breaking grass stems.

Hong Xiang turned his head and saw a young man in a white haori and a Japanese ancient gown.

But before Hongxiang could ask, the boy with yellow and red hair looked into his eyes in shock and took the lead in attacking him.

He stepped forward, drew his sword and made a gesture, and shot out with one blow, the heat wave hit, and the flames shot up into the sky.

Accompanied by the boy's roar, Hong Xiang leaped up the tree and escaped the attack.

The sword aura gushing out flames was extremely narrow, and dissipated directly in the air if it missed a hit, without any intention of igniting anything else.The woods were not burned at all, and so were the corpses under the trees.

Hong Xiang calculated the trajectory of the sword energy just now, and touched his neck.

Just now, the swordsman swung his knife towards his neck.

The visitor has long fluffy hair, the color of which is quite similar to flames, such a "Japanese" swordsmanship, and it is obviously impossible to dress up ten years later...

The blond young man's eyes twitched, and he didn't even have the thought of asking him why he attacked him.

"Now, what year is it?"

Shirahaori, who obviously regarded him as an enemy, was quite polite, but after seeing the group of corpses clearly, his voice was filled with unbearable anger, "Meiji 42, twelve ghost months!"

The sword energy surging with flames swept over again, and Hongxiang seemed to see crackling fireworks, with colorful subtitles:

Welcome to the Meiji Period~