Hunter: I’m Really Not a Mind Remover

night.

On the bustling city streets, there is a lot of traffic and brilliance.

On the top of the tall building, there is only the slightly cool night breeze and the hazy moonlight like a tulle.

Hearing the disgusting female voice from behind, the man in the suit turned around, the melancholy on his face had long since disappeared with the night wind, replaced by a handsome smile.

The man has black shattered hair, straight eyebrows and eyes, coupled with a friendly smile that he deliberately pretends to be at this moment, he is short of a "little boy" label on his forehead.

"Ken, that smile of yours makes me sick."

Seeing the fake smile on the man's face, the woman who just walked out of the door did not hide her disgust at all.

The woman has crazy wavy red hair, no makeup on her face, wearing a thin suspender and ultra-short shorts, and doesn't mind exposing large areas of skin to the air.

More precisely——

It's muscle.

The man called Ken by the woman shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Sivir, most of the time, you can't express your inner thoughts at will. This is the most basic social common sense."

"That's hypocrisy."

Sivir snorted disdainfully.

Ken didn't argue, but shook his phone at Sivir twice, and said with a smile, "Genbul has rolled out a 'big prize'."

"Oh? Good news."

Sivir raised her eyebrows, strode to Ken's side, and asked, "So this operation has to wait for him?"

"Of course we have to wait, multiple people, multiple guarantees."

Ken put away his phone with a smile, then took out a pack of cigarettes, flipped the pack upside down and threw a cigarette between his fingers, and said seriously: "What's more, his 'advance' gambling money this time is not much, You shouldn't have to wait too long."

"Hey, why did Genbul come up with such a troublesome ability, I don't understand at all..."

Sivir put her hands on her hips, habitually complaining about Genbul's ability.

Ken lit his cigarette, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "Genbul's luck this time is not bad, he won the first prize after only a few shakes, if he chooses to 'cash chips', then the 'qi' that cashes out can be Let him easily repay the advance gambling money, and at the same time use the remaining 'Qi' to blow you up with a punch, this is the benefit of trouble."

"Blast with one punch? Who do you look down on?"

Sivir tilted his head to look at Ken, his whole body was surging with a sense of oppression, and he looked like a beast about to devour his flesh and blood.

Keen maintained an elegant smile, and suggested: "If you want to verify my statement, it's still too late to call Genble and ask him not to choose 'cash what he wants', but to choose 'cash chips'."

"..."

Sivir didn't say a word, just stared at Ken fiercely.

Ken was not affected at all, smoking a cigarette calmly.

After a while.

Sivir restrained her aura, and said coldly: "I'm not like someone, and I won't affect the progress of the mission because of 'personal needs'."

"Well, it's excellent."

Ken smiled at Sivir.

Seeing Sivir's veins fluttering from that breezy appearance.

"Crunch—"

The iron door on the roof was suddenly pushed open.

A young couple walked out of the iron gate clinging together, and subconsciously stopped when they saw Ken and Sivir.

The young girl whispered: "There are people here, let's change places."

"All right."

The young boy seemed a little reluctant, thinking that it would not be easy to find a place that didn't cost money.

Holding the girl's arm, he was about to turn around and walk back to the iron gate.

"Crack -"

The moment he turned around, there was a sudden sound in his ears, and at the same time a large amount of sticky matter was splashed on him.

"Eh?!"

The young boy looked blankly at the broken arm in his arms, as if he hadn't realized what happened.

Immediately afterwards,

A fierce force bombarded him.

"Crack!"

The young boy's body suddenly exploded, turning into flesh and blood.

On the edge of the roof fence.

Ken rested his palm on his forehead, and looked helplessly at Sivir who had patted the young couple into meat paste.

He thinks this kind of behavior is really unnecessary.

Seemingly able to extract information from that gaze, Sivir, who was standing in front of the iron gate, looked back at Ken, and said in a bad tone, "What? Do you have an opinion?"

"I have no opinion, I just think it is unnecessary, and it may cause trouble."

Ken raised his head slightly and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"whispering sound."

Sivir strode towards the iron gate, leaving behind a sentence full of contempt.

"It's just two ordinary people who can be seen everywhere."

"..."

Ken watched Sivir leave and flicked the cigarette holder away with his fingers.

"Although I don't agree with what you did just now, your sentence... is the most reasonable sentence you said tonight."

——

The next day, early morning.

Driven by his biological clock, Moyu wakes up on time.

Last night, I practiced boxing and kicking for two hours against the wooden stakes of shadow people. Moyou doesn't know if he has improved in physical skills, but the pain is really painful...

Sharpening "pain tolerance" itself is a gradual process, and he feels that he is still a little eager for success.

Fortunately, as long as you close the fine pores and enter the state of "absolute", the "pain" accumulated during training will soon fade away.

At least Moyou can bear it now, and is willing to persist like this.

Otherwise, it would be ridiculous if he fell to the ground and rolled around with his head in his arms because of being punched.

Moyou got up and washed briefly, then went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Throw the blanched meat into the iron pot, add rice and enough water, and then control the amount of firewood before cleaning with a broom.

Qi Duo also got up early and saw Moyou sweeping the floor, and offered to help after saying hello.

Adhering to the concept that a visitor is a guest, Moyou didn't want Qido to help clean, but he couldn't resist Qido's insistence, so he gave up.

With the kind help of Qi Duo, the time to clean the temple became longer.

It's not because Qi Duo doesn't know how to clean, but Qi Duo pursues cleanliness too much...

After the two finished cleaning, the meat porridge in the kitchen was almost ready.

Moyou added some salt to taste, and took the porridge out of the pot.

"Aren't you going to open the door?"

After eating the meat porridge prepared by Moyou, Qi Duo looked at the closed gate of the temple.

Moyou lowered his head to clean up the dishes, and explained: "I'm not good at receiving tourists, so I usually choose to close the temple before Hawke comes back."

"But if someone comes, will you still open the door?"

Qi Duo withdrew his gaze from looking at the gate, turned to look at Moyou, and asked meaningfully.

She guessed the reason why Moyou chose to close the temple. Maybe it was because he was not good at receiving tourists, but it was more for the sake of meditation.

"It depends."

Moyou replied casually, and stood up with the bowl and chopsticks in hand.

As soon as he took a step, there was a knock on the door.

Qi Duo leaned on her cheek, not the slightest surprise, as if she knew that someone would knock on the door.

And Moyou just glanced at the door, then ignored the knock and went straight to the kitchen.