Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Blue sky, white clouds, hot summer wind, and the sound of cicadas from time to time.

Everything has a hypnotic element to it that makes you sleepy.

Before he knew it, Yato, who had already set up camp and was responsible for taking care of one of the fishing rods, looked up, and suddenly had a sense of sight for camping and playing, and the last trace of sadness in his heart disappeared.

——The laid-back feeling...is really not bad.

Not to mention, he was accompanied by a beautiful woman. Although he didn't serve tea and water or squeeze his shoulders and legs like a believer who served the gods, just sitting next to him was as beautiful as a picture scroll to cool off the heat, which was refreshing enough.

So the hidden sleepiness began to invade the brain, prompting him to yawn greatly.

"Mr. Yato didn't rest last night, okay? How about..."

The pink-haired boy smiled very understandingly, and his whole body exuded the aura of Yamato Nadeko, as if he was about to say a thoughtful line like "Please lie on my lap and have a good rest" in the next second .

The unreliable gods who often make up messy plots can't help showing anticipation.

In the end, unfortunately, the other party still maintained a sense of safe distance, and pointed out a clear way for him in a steady tone, "Why don't you take the fishing net and go downstream? You don't have to bother to watch, and you may be able to catch fish, Mr. Yato It’s okay to rest with your eyes closed.”

"All right……"

He has endured too many heavy blows in life, and he has long been used to it, so he is not dying at this moment, and soon drifted past like a wandering spirit.

Kurihara Wataru continued to sit on the sidelines.

The sun above his head slowly shifted, illuminating his shadow like a pointer of time, dividing the approximate direction of time.

15 minutes, three 10 minutes, one hour...

Probably only the most patient and experienced hunters can squat in place without moving.

It's not just the simplest xinxing test.

He needs extremely precise judgment and absolute self-confidence, and will never be anxious about the current situation, and then doubt his own ability.

—They will definitely come.

After an unknown period of time, small rustling noises sounded from behind, much like the sound of a rabbit jumping softly, or a deer gnawing tender grass. In short, it was a comfortable white noise that blended in without any sense of disobedience. into the breeze.

However, for him who has been waiting for a long time, this is more like a signal, activating the slightly tired belligerent factor in his body.

He pulled himself together, and calmly used his hearing and peripheral vision to describe the target's appearance and behavior.

The concealment buff that has already been opened to the maximum continues to weaken his sense of existence.

From the perspective of others, it is impossible to even see the long fishing rod that he is holding in his hand, which is even invisible, and the small piece of grass that is tilted by his weight, only the river in front of him is flowing gently Occasionally, a few clusters of cute little water splashes will roll over.

It's the subtle scenery his line makes with the breeze, unobtrusive.

His breathing also became lighter, almost to the point of being inaudible.

The supernatural ability cooperates with his own control to successfully erase all exposed traces, making the men who have long been accustomed to fishing nearby unaware, still striding forward, silently taking out tools to carry out daily operations.

Different from relatively soft and elegant fishing lines, they use steel forks to penetrate the fish body instantly, and their actions always have a cruel aesthetic color.

huh, huh, huh-

The piercing movements one after another are as fast as bullets shot into the bottom of the water. Let alone fish with conspicuous sizes, even small tadpoles passing by by accident are likely to suffer a terrible disaster and become poor ghosts under the cold weapon.

The loot continued to stack at a steady pace.

However, when the harpoon did not know how many times it inserted into the fat prey, and then the bloody front end was roughly handled by him, the man suddenly noticed the strange, shiny thin thread sticking to the fish's mouth that was constantly opening and closing. At the bottom, a slender wave of light swayed.

—Fishing line...?

He subconsciously looked in its direction, but in the next second, the opponent came at his position instead, giving no chance to struggle, and directly wrapped around his thick neck, tightening it tightly in circles.

The thin and tough fishing line was like a sharp weapon for harvesting life, firmly embedded in the skin, causing unbearable pain and suffocation, which made him instinctively reach out to pull it, and at the same time issued a hoarse cry to warn his companions.

"Yes, huh—there is an enemy attack!"

"!!!"

Ordinary people might stare blankly and look for the enemy's traces, inadvertently creating countless loopholes that can be attacked by people, but the experienced soldiers immediately took out the old-fashioned pistols and decisively attacked them. He fired several rounds "bang bang bang" towards his companion's side.

Years of accumulated killing experience does not include such things as giving the opponent a chance to breathe.

But soon, they realized that the attack was in vain, and did not hit any real objects. Instead, they flew straight through the air and flew towards the tree trunk not far away, causing an aggressive sound.

It was as weak as a woodpecker hitting a stake.

"Be serious with me—"

A sweet voice came from the side of the ear, as if a snake quietly entrenched at the feet leaped nimbly, rubbing one of them's skin and leaving a cold sting.

The sharp tactile sensation like fangs penetrated into the skin, followed by the cool feeling of toxin injected into the blood vessels, which almost instantly froze the temperature of the man's whole body.

He fell down stiffly, and before he could say anything, he lost consciousness in a daze.

Seeing this, the soldier whose neck was strangled by the fishing line struggled harder, pulling on the tough weapon, even though his fingers were strangled with bloodstains, he did not stop moving.

But rather than saying that he has a strong desire to survive, it is more appropriate to understand it as an instinct.

Life goes on and on and battles go on.

Probably because he was afraid that he would lose his own life with too much force, the [Assassin] who was in a concealed state kicked him in the stomach, and the strong man who was 1.8 meters tall fell down suddenly. Way to come back to God.

All he could feel was blackness before his eyes, and he was about to vomit blood.

However, the other party tightened the fishing line with one hand and stepped on his upper body with one foot, just like treating a disobedient dog, forcing him to swallow the sweet blood foam rushing to his throat, and focus on following the next instructions.

"Don't worry, he didn't die, he was just injected with ecstasy."

Perhaps the contact between the two canceled out part of the hidden effect. When the man followed the voice and looked up, he saw the attacker gradually revealing a thin figure wrapped in a long black coat. He leaned out and pressed his chest unceremoniously.

Contrasted with the dark light and shadow, the skin that is exposed to the outside world is so dazzlingly white that it is difficult for people to ignore it.

Fortunately, he didn't have time to peek at the other party's upskirt, otherwise, from his perspective, it would be easy to see something that shouldn't be seen.

His gaze was fixed on the eyes looking down at him.

Because his face was covered by the neckline of the windbreaker and the sun hat, only the blue eyes covered with a little dark color remained on the outside, becoming the only feature he could see clearly.

The slightly raised eye shape seems to be smiling all the time.

The other party's voice was also very soft, making it impossible to connect with the killing god who was acting fiercely just now.

"According to the dosage, he should sleep for at least two or three days."

Kurihara played with the needle tube that was originally prepared for his sweetheart with a little regret, and then casually sighed: "For me, killing people is very simple, and it takes patience to keep alive. Alas, this should make you feel Have you met my sincerity?"

The unlucky guy who was attacked: "..."

Who's foolish enough to believe a guy with a fishing line around his neck is a good guy?He is not a Stockholm patient, and he has to be grateful for that.

"There's nothing you can do if you don't believe it. Anyway, just pass the message to your leader." The idea of ​​cannon fodder is obviously not taken seriously. The pink-haired boy leaned over and stuffed a note into his pocket, smiling. After clapping twice, he exhorted meaningfully.

"—Tell him, I can give him what he wants, and let's join forces to deal with the port mafia."

Kurihara has never denied that he has a serious gambler mentality.

Just like the way he fell in love with his dean, he never thought of slowly cultivating feelings like a normal person, and gradually colliding with the spark of love, but spent a long time observing, analyzing each other's preferences, and then finding a suitable one. The opportunity is directly resolved quickly.

Attacking unexpectedly is the key to victory.

Even if there is a lot of risk, there is no way to change his out-of-the-ordinary way of thinking.

so--

I want to catch a big slippery fish, so I teamed up with foreigners to sabotage tomorrow's reception and make everything go crazy. Is there a problem?

Even Zhong Yuanzhong hasn't invited him to participate yet, but through the clues, he has deduced the general situation, and now he is waiting for a specific address to facilitate the next action.

Anyway, he is not an old scalper working for the port mafia, so he doesn't need to think about the follow-up situation, or is it a good choice to take the opportunity to blackmail?

After all, regardless of Dazai Osamu's status as a cadre or a leader, it has enough value.

Thinking of this, he smiled, and added leisurely again to the man with a strange face under his feet: "As for the most difficult gravitational user, I will be responsible for helping you hold him... how about it, it is very cost-effective deal?"

The author has something to say: Xiaolizi stretched out the jiojio that made trouble and started to change the script, the leader Sen is going to have a headache, the power of the black mud essence X2 makes the hairline recede (?▽｀)

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