People In Conan: Started Becoming A Demonic Guardian

As they passed the intersection to the other side, the two saw Gin's car.

"Isn't this his car?" Fujiwara Yusei smiled, and the figure of Gin appeared in his mind.

"Do you have such a good relationship with him?" Gray Yuan snorted coldly, don't look away, although she was a little afraid of gin, but now she wanted to smash the car even more.

"Hey, how is that possible. Fujiwara looked at Gray Yuan Wai dotingly, then took her, and when they saw the green light, they began to walk to the opposite side.

The moment I walked into the supermarket, I was met by gin and vodka.

Vodka was still carrying a large bag of small bags in his hand, and Gin was empty-handed, and his cold eyes were full of the aura of being unapproachable.

When Fujiwara Yusheng and Ashbara passed by them, they didn't even look at them squarely.

When it was completely staggered, Gin lit a cigarette on the road and looked back thoughtfully at the door of the supermarket.

"What's the matter, big brother, did you see Shirley again?"

Vodka asked with a smile, his hands bruised, the big bag was very heavy, full of hard stubble.

This is the fifth time Gin has turned back this week, and each time it's because someone looks like that traitor.

"Nothing. Gin stared intently at his car, and when he got to the car, he snapped his fingers and threw away the half-smoked cigarette.

Originally, Gin had just suspected Fujiwara Yusheng and Gray Hara, they were a little strange, and Gin felt a little familiar, but he didn't think about it.

Fujiwara never expected that because of his actions in those two and a half years, Gin would no longer doubt his loyalty to the organization.

After all, it is a man who dares to offend country M for the sake of the organization, and there are not many such people.

There seem to be a few more traitors in the organization lately, and they're busy cleaning them up.

Fujiwara had just staggered with Ash Hara and Gin and vodka for the rest of his life, and Ash Hara was still playing a small drum in his heart.

She turned her head slightly, and from the one-way glass, she could see the Porsche on the other side driving away.

The road was full of people and traffic, and the endless flow of people quickly overwhelmed the black car.

Fujiwara didn't take them to heart at all for the rest of his life, and now he has enough confidence, as long as he doesn't let Gray Yuan Ai become Miyano Shiho to organize the catwalk, nothing will happen.

Gray Yuan Ai followed the footsteps of Fujiwara for the rest of his life, and the two picked up a large bag of things.

"I'll make you something to eat tonight. "

How delicious is it?" Gray Yuan Ai carried a small bag in her hand, all of which were fruits she bought.

"You like it guaranteed. Fujiwara fiddled with the bag for a moment, then smiled and winked.

Tonight, he wants to cook Malatang, divide a pot for Gray Yuanai, and make a tomato soup, which is spicy and she doesn't like it very much.

The two returned home.

Fujiwara was busy in the kitchen for the rest of her life, and Ash sat in the living room watching TV, peeling the bananas she had bought and eating them one bite at a time.

From time to time, I looked at the kitchen, ping-pong, and I didn't know what Fujiwara was doing for the rest of his life.

I'm looking forward to it... Ai put down the fruit, she was afraid that if she ate too much later, she would not be able to eat the food that Fujiwara made for her for the rest of her life.

In the kitchen.

Fujiwara wears an apron for the rest of his life, he holds a kitchen knife in his hand, and he divides all the ingredients, he is not an absolute foodist, meat and vegetables can be used.

He picked a lot of vegetarian dishes for Gray Yuanai, such as broccoli, kelp, spinach and potato chips.

In the case of meat, Gray Plains generally only eats white meat that does not gain weight.

After preparing the soup base, I put the ingredients directly in it and stewed it, and after thinking about it, Fujiwara added peony to it for the rest of his life.

After a while, a smell of aroma permeated the living room from the kitchen.

Gray Yuan mourned the fragrance, and her stomach began to protest and drum, "coo-coo".

"Come and try the taste.

Fujiwara wore anti-scald gloves on his hands and a steaming casserole in his hand.

The increasingly intense fragrance directly hit Gray Hara's sense of smell, and she felt her taste buds begin to come alive.

"Tomato-flavored soup, Yu Shengjun, what is this?" Gray Yuan Ai stared at the pot of thick-looking white soup base, on which the flesh of tomatoes floated, and the noodle soup and a few slices of spinach.

With a slight stirring of a spoon, you can scoop up a few pieces of peony, put them in your mouth and taste them slightly, and a wonderful sensation explodes from the taste buds on the tip of your tongue.

Gray Yuan squinted his eyes happily, and after taking a bite, the sour taste filled the entire mouth, and he swallowed a mouthful, full of nutrition.

"How's that, it's delicious!" Fujiwara Yusheng brought over one of his own pots, and his pot of ash hara felt special at first glance.

The soup noodles are all red, and there are some greens floating on the oily surface, and the leaves are dyed red.

Curiously, she put the spoon into the casserole that Fujiwara was living in for the rest of her life, she scooped up a shiitake mushroom, opened her cherry mouth, and bit a small horn with her teeth.

Before she felt anything at first, she took a few more bites, and her face began to turn red visibly.

After a while, she began to stick out her tongue with a spicy "Sihasha".

Fujiwara Yusheng handed her a bottle of yogurt, "If you can't eat spicy, eat less."

He took out his chopsticks again and twisted back the mushrooms that Ashbara had eaten a little, wrapped it in one bite himself, and chewed it a few times, "Cool!"

Watching Fujiwara eat such a spicy thing effortlessly, Ashbara was a little worried about his gastrointestinal condition.

"If you can eat spicy, don't eat so spicy.

Fujiwara Yusheng nodded, "It's okay, eat like this occasionally."

"Okay. Ash

Yuan Ai no longer cared about the rest of Fujiwara's life, she began to dry the food in her own pot, and when she ate it like this, the original ingredients became like delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Pretending to be cool for a while, in the second half of the night, Fujiwara felt hot and hot under him for the rest of his life, and the chili pepper was spicy at both ends.

If it weren't for his excellent physical fitness, I'm afraid he wouldn't have hemorrhoids.

There was no word all night, and everyone greeted the arrival of the next day in anticipation.

Early in the morning, Fujiwara still hugged Gray Yuan Ai and slept soundly in the quilt for the rest of his life.

As a result, a phone call shatters the dream, which was made by Kidd, who informs Fujiwara for the rest of his life, telling him not to be late.

Fujiwara looked at Ashbara for the rest of his life, and he decided to ask her about her decision.

After waking up Ashbara, he asked softly, "Shiho, do you want to come with me to Yokosuka?"

"I want to."

So, Fujiwara waited for the rest of his life to get dressed up, and soon, they began to arrange a car to Yokosuka.

Less than half an hour later, a group of people smelled the smell and quickly gathered in front of the castle.

Everyone was staring at the castle, and everyone's eyes were full of indescribable things.

Conan walked over to Fujiwara's side, his hands in his pockets, and he looked at the castle that stood.