Late at night.
It was quiet in the city lord's mansion. A large number of soldiers who have been stationed here for a hundred days have returned to the camp to make some repairs.
Although this body is already a living dead, various necessary activities have become less necessary.
But they still retain the habits they had when they were alive, active during the day, resting at night, and eating things. It seems to be no different from a living person.
Of course, some guys don't feel like they're dead either.
"Hahahaha——" The soldier standing on the left side of the door yawned seriously and wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.
"I'm so sleepy. When will the replacement guy come?" This soldier had a very handsome face, neatly dressed, and the pattern on the lining was very elegant. His yawning look was unexpectedly elegant and lazy. He looks quite like a young master.
Sure enough, someone (the corpse) immediately couldn't stand him.
"Ha! The young master is just a young master, he is really squeamish. Even if he is dead, he must wear neat clothes and get a fresh quilt to sleep."
"Have you forgotten that you are dead? No need to sleep, no need to eat. Of course, no yawning."
He snorted coldly, with a mocking smile on his lips: "He's always good at showing off."
The one who spoke was the soldier guarding the right side. When he spoke, he didn't even turn his head to look at the other person, as if he was disdainful.
The two were fellow monks who came in at the same time, died at the same exchange conference, and then ended up in this place. Originally, these two guys should be like Qin Ming and Tong Ning, as good as the brothers.
However, the same rice feeds all kinds of people. The two of them didn't look at each other. They fought when they were in the sect, and they fought again after they died and came here. He couldn't stand the fact that he was so spoiled and spoiled that he would show off even to death, and he couldn't stand the way he spouted venomous tongues.
But they don't know what kind of luck they are, and they always get together when doing things.
Look, this time it's another coincidence like a car crash. One was the left guard of the gate, and the other was the right guard.
Every time they watch the night, the two brothers always have to quarrel. This is causing trouble again, the cause is just a small yawn.
The two of them continued to attack each other physically again, until both of them were tired, then they stopped talking.
The one on the left, let’s call him the young master. The young master felt very strange. Today's old enemy was very strange, and there seemed to be something wrong.
Although he was still picking his own faults, even the mocking curve of his mouth did not change.
But it's just different.
Yes, those dialogues are just not right. His old enemy loved to target him and use cruel and cruel words on him. He had always hated it.
These unpleasant words were filled with sarcasm, ridicule, and contempt, and they kept digging into his scars, making people uncomfortable. He hates it very much, and also hates the guy who talks.
However, something is wrong with the old enemy today. If you still taunt him like that, you are still digging his scars, but with warmth.
Warmth, complexity, nostalgia, reluctance...the emotions that flashed through were so complicated that the young master couldn't discern the true emotions of his old enemy.
The young master has always been slow and unintelligent. He never understands the thoughts of his senior brother, nor can he understand what the other person is thinking.
They are from the same sect, and they were taught by the same master, but they are always different. The other party always hurt him with that sharp mouth, even in front of his father.
The young master once complained aggrievedly to his father and master, but he was sent away stupidly. The "atrocities" are still continuing, and the young master gradually learns to confront the opponent and regain his position.
He also started to hate each other.
Obviously... obviously I used to like it so much.
When they accidentally fell into this situation together, their relationship had not changed and they were still fighting and fighting every day.
In the eyes of the young master, the other party has never changed. He hates the other person as much as the other person hates him.
But the boundaries were broken, tonight.
The other party showed different emotions in front of him. The young master felt very uncomfortable. He had been dead for a long time, and his heart, which had not beaten for many years, felt a little itchy.
He was at a loss and desperately wanted to do something to break this weird mood. The other person shouldn't be like this. What happened? What made him change?
In order to alleviate the awkward atmosphere in the air, the young master asked angrily: "Why hasn't the guy who handed over the job come yet?"
The other party didn't answer the call. It was deathly silent, and she didn't look at him.
Young Master murmured to himself: "I don't know where they have gone? Why do I always feel that there are fewer and fewer guys in the camp, and several loud voices have disappeared. The camp has been much quieter recently."
"It can't be that he's so mean that he was killed by the rebels? It's impossible. The big fat guy in the next room just came back yesterday, and he was bragging to me how many rebels he killed."
"He should be resting today. But why has he been missing all day?"
He took the initiative to become a young master. He didn't seem to want anyone to answer, he just asked a question. The series of questions were urgent and fast, as if they were covering up the panic inside.
The other soldier didn't answer. He didn't make a sound after making the initial taunt, and he was tense, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
…
"You still know. Soon..." The zombie who had been silent for a long time murmured.
The voice was so soft that the young master could hardly hear it clearly. He was a little confused by the other party's unclear words.
A black shadow slowly fell from a distance and walked towards the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.
Because he was confused by the other party's confusing words, the young master who wanted to ask for details was suddenly pulled back by the other party.
By the time he reacted, he had been thrown to the ground by his old enemy, who ran forward, tensed and didn't know what he was looking at.
——Replace immediately——
The Vongola outing finally came to an end, with three wounded and one seriously injured, a remarkable achievement. Kazuko stayed in Vongola's exclusive hospital for several days. Her health was really in dire straits, and Uncle Iemitsu and Reborn refused to allow her to leave the hospital. So someone is bored to death in the hospital.
A strange thing happened at Binsheng Middle School. One day, the Oni Chairman stopped Tsuna, a well-known loser in the school, and asked his name. Then...Zawada was targeted.
The classmates looked at the brown-haired boy covering his bruised face and shuddered. After being beaten by Hibari-senpai, his skin was only broken and he could still walk normally. Is Sawada also a dangerous person?
Tsuna burst into tears. Didn't he just avoid Hibari-senpai when he asked questions that day? How could he be targeted by Hibari-senpai, so he needed to be beaten like he was signing in for three meals a day? Please, leave this loser alone. Tsuna felt that his life had become more and more exciting since the reborn came.
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