[Tutor] The fighting power of snakes and scorpions is immeasurable

After quickly bringing a certain one back to the Assassin's Guild, he was irresponsibly dumped in the medical room, slapped his ass and left, his sassy and decisive action made the corners of the doctor's eyes twitch for a day.

Tch, she's extremely lucky to be able to pick you up, okay? It's useless to want her to take care of you personally, there's no way!

However, Reborn's resilience also shocked her, she had a fever until she lost consciousness, and she left as if nothing had happened on the second day after she moved back.

But probably it's not over yet, the whole person's complexion is pale.

But he wanted to leave, and Cecia had no reason to keep him, so she watched him walk out of the Assassins Guild with flimsy steps, happily counting her banknotes.

He wants to die and wait for him to die, which has nothing to do with her.

But it seems that he and Peng Lie are very close, will the killer be attached to the Mafia?She didn't know that.

But speaking of Vengley, it is really a long-standing mafia organization, and it is also very famous in Italy. It can be regarded as the boss of the mafia.

An organization that even our Assassin's Guild should be afraid of...?

I feel a little uncomfortable thinking about it. It is obviously a self-defense regiment. Why did it grow to such a large size in the end? Self-defense regiments were not uncommon in that era.

Although it usually dies halfway.

It is said that the first generation is a very powerful person, it would be great if he could see a living person for the last time, ah, no, I was thinking about something messy, that guy has already turned into dust, should I go to the cemetery by myself Dig out the skeleton?

Ugh, thinking about it makes me feel wrong.

Giving up on her absurd ideas, Cecia threw herself on her bed, lifted the quilt, and fell asleep resolutely.

[Who are you? ]

dreaming?

Despite thinking this way, the body responded unconsciously.

[My name is Cecia. ]

[Cesia...well, huh, she is a very cute child. ]

Hey, where do you see how cute it is!

[Although I don't know how Cecia got here, she doesn't look like a bad kid. ]

How do you tell, just by name?Boy, I can't even see your face clearly.

[So, is Cecia willing to be our companion? ]

companion?

[I can be your friend, but I won't be your member. ]

She heard her own voice say this, and then the young man who couldn't see his face clearly smiled, with a very warm breath.

[Friends are enough. ]

As the boy said that, his probably golden hair dangled in front of her.

[Welcome to Vongola, Cecia. ]

Waking up from the dream all of a sudden, Cecia glanced blankly around, it was still her own narrow and small apartment, the moonlight outside the window was quiet and gentle.

Sicily at night, unexpectedly peaceful.

Sitting up at a slant, Cecia rubbed her head. She couldn't quite remember what dream she had just now, but she vaguely remembered the friend and the golden hair, but the words Peng Lie had a profound imprinted in my mind.

Cecia was a little irritable. She forgot what she had just forgotten, and she always felt a very important feeling, but this feeling of not being able to remember anyway was really annoying.

Vengley?Does it have anything to do with Pengo Lie? Is it because I think too much during the day so I have a dream about Pengo Lie at night?

In any case, find some time to explore Vongola, maybe you can find something.

Ahhh, I'm so annoying. Sure enough, I can't think too much before going to bed. Having a chaotic dream at night can make me unable to fall asleep again.

But she really wanted to know what was that warm sunflower-like breath, which gave her an inexplicable nostalgic feeling.

She remembered what she said in the dream, but she couldn't remember the specific content of what she said.

Dreamlike, yet so realistic.

For a moment, she was a little dazed.

She has never been bound by dreams. To be precise, there is still nothing that can truly bind her. Family, friendship, love, money, fame and fortune, nothing is what she really needs.

In fact, sometimes looking at other people's lives, she doubts the authenticity of her own existence many times, a kind of illusory touch, does she really exist without desires and desires in the world?

She likes money, because money can give her material things, and indulging in material things can ignore the empty heart, so as to fill her own existence.

She likes being strong, because being strong can make everyone know her and respect her, and let her know clearly that she is indeed stepping on the land of Sicily.

But she is not stupid, on the contrary, she is smart and scary. She understood a long time ago that these were never what she really needed.

She is envious when she sees those men and women who go in and out in pairs and see only one person in each other's eyes.

Maybe sometimes, for her who has lost her family, love is her destination.

But it is precisely because of this that her choice of love is so harsh that it is pathological.For those ordinary men, she spurned and dismissed them.

But the warmth in the dream today shook the shackles in her heart, so she was eager to know what it was.

Killers hiding in the dark don't hate sunlight, but because they hide in the dark, they yearn for sunshine and warmth more than anyone else.

"Vongola..."

Cecia lowered her eyes, her expression dark and incomprehensible.

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