Conan's winery play house

Chapter 172 It’s still the hunter exam

"Are you chasing me to get your number plate back?" The young man lying on the ground asked stubbornly.

"No, I'm here to praise you." Mr. Magician stood in front of Xiaojie and answered his question.

Aito, who was standing in the tree nearby, had a thoughtful expression on his face.

Because Xiaojie grabbed Mr. Magician’s number plate, was he praised?

In that case...

If I also grabbed the number plate from Mr. Magician, would he also be praised by the other party?

Aito's eyes turned to Mr. Magician.

Mr. Magic has four number cards on his body.

Just get one randomly and that's it.

Aito watched Gon, who said he didn't want to owe Hisoka anything, being punched away by Hisoka, thinking in his mind when to take Hisoka's number plate.

Mr. Magician had an inexplicable smile on his face and licked the blood on the back of his hand. It was Xiaojie's blood after he punched Xiaojie.

Mr. Magic seems to like it very much.

Aito touched his face.

If in the real world, Mr. Magician wanted to slap him in the face, it might not be possible.

Because he will be liked by his family only if he is good-looking enough.

Even when he was locked up, he was rarely hit in the face.

The place where "Mom" kisses the most is also his face.

But this is a game world, it doesn’t matter if you get slapped in the face, it won’t affect your face in reality.

Although he didn't like being beaten very much, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, so it didn't matter.

He watched Hisoka and Gon make an agreement.

Before Gon could return the same punch to Hisoka, the number plate remained in Gon's hand.

Aito's eyes showed envy.

It was an agreement. He also wanted to make an agreement with Mr. Magician.

Although I don’t know what the agreement is, the word agreement sounds very important to people.

The pale blue eyes were empty for a moment, then regained their energy.

[This is an agreement between us, you must remember it, Aito.]

He seemed to have made an agreement with... before.

But he forgot.

The white-haired boy lowered his eyes, his ice crystal-like eyelashes motionless, like a sculpture covered with a layer of frost and snow, making people want to reach out and brush away the white frost.

Then the sculpture moved and shook off the frost all over itself.

The smile is as bright as the clear sky.

"It's okay, I'm already remembering it gradually. One day I will remember everything."

He said this to himself.

After seeing Hisoka leave, he quickly followed him.

As for Xiaojie who was lying on the ground, he ignored him.

He had helped Xiaojie once before, but because of the grilled fish meal, there was no need to help him now.

The matter between Mr. Magician and Xiaojie is over, and you should have time to play with him next.

Aito thought so and followed Hisoka.

When Hisoka was hunting more and more like a hungry beast, he rushed towards the opponent.

Although the tracking was not discovered, when the action was launched, he was still discovered, and Hisoka reacted quickly with a kick.

As soon as the white figure rushed in front of him, it flew out again in an instant.

Hisoka narrowed his golden eyes and looked at the figure that landed after flying backwards.

"You got it, do you want to praise me?" Aito sat on the ground and shook his head, patted the chest of his clothes, stood up like a normal person, a number plate appeared in his hand, and he smiled brightly.

Hisoka stared at him silently for three seconds, then smiled.

"Since when did you follow us?" he asked.

"Before Xiaojie takes away your number plate." Aito explained.

"Hmm, not bad. You and he are both great little apples. I already..." Hisoka hugged his shoulders, bent down and let out a low laugh.

"I can't control it anymore." His nails scratched his arm, leaving a trail of blood.

"Don't you want to praise me?" Aito tilted his head, his tone a little disappointed.

Obviously, when Xiaojie got Mr. Magic’s number plate, Mr. Magic would want to praise him. Why did Mr. Magic’s reaction be different when it was his turn?

"Ah, of course, of course you are a good boy who deserves praise..." The red-haired magician smiled so much that his voice trembled.

"Let me give you a reward." The man said.

There were playing cards flying towards Aito. He turned his head to avoid one, and then more playing cards flew towards him.

The white-haired boy put away the number cards in his hands, stretched out his hands and quickly dodged to avoid playing cards one after another.

"Very good... very good, very good... you..." Hisoka's smile grew bigger and bigger.

Aito smiled with satisfaction after hearing the compliment.

Mr. Magician seems to like fighting...

If he wins, will Mr. Magician be happier?

With this thought in mind, the white-haired figure changed his evasive style and became an active attacker.

The red-haired magician held playing cards and threw them at him.

His pale blue eyes accurately saw the direction of each playing card, and he arrived in front of the opponent smoothly.

Then he kicked the man hard on the chest.

The red-haired magician flew backwards.

Aito didn't hear the cracking sound of the other party's bones and blinked.

The force he used was the same as the force the opponent used to kick him before. It could break his ribs, but it couldn't break Mr. Magic's ribs.

Sure enough, Mr. Magician's physical strength is very strong.

The red-haired man was lying on the ground, looking at the upside-down moon in the sky, his smile gradually becoming crazy.

The invisible aura spread out around the opponent, and the surrounding plants began to shake crazily again, while the animals also began to flee crazily.

Aito looked at the grass around him and touched his hair.

Fortunately, gravity had no effect on him and his hair did not stand up.

but……

He turned his head and looked in one direction.

The fur all over Cookie's body had stood up like a hedgehog. It shook its head with blank eyes and touched its own fur with its front paws, but failed to push them down.

"Ah... no, you have to hold it back..." The red-haired man's voice was depressing and weird.

"It's not enough, he's not fully mature yet..."

"We have to wait a little longer..." He stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

Aito stood aside and watched as the other party calmed down his emotions once again and restrained the energy fluctuations in his body.

"When you mature, you must fight with me..." Hisoka stood up and said like a normal person.

"Is this an agreement?" Aito asked.

"Promise... Of course, of course." Hisoka's tone was subtle for a moment, and then he covered the lower half of his face and said tremblingly as if he couldn't suppress his smile.

"I understand." Aito nodded.

"Good boy, good boy, you have to work hard to grow up." The red-haired magician looked at the boy with eyes full of expectation and impatience.

The fruit must be picked when it is ripe, otherwise the astringent fruit will not taste delicious at all.

(End of chapter)