People In Conan: Started Becoming A Demonic Guardian

Fujiwara Yusheng took out the disk and reached out to the car window, Gin let out an "oh", and then reached out to take it.

Fujiwara's outstretched hand retreated slightly, and the disk was a few inches away from Gin's hand.

"What are you doing..."Gin reached out and grabbed it again, and Fujiwara dodged it again.

Whew~ I'm fine, I'm fine.... Gin took a deep breath, Potter, are you playing Turkish ice cream with me

?" "What have you been up to lately?" Fujiwara asked with a smile, leaning half against the car door, fingers fiddling with disks.

"Remember Akemi Miyano?" Gin was not angry, withdrew his eyes, and smoked to himself.

"Hmm. "

Get in the car and talk somewhere else.

Fujiwara didn't make any extra moves, opened the car door and sat next to Gin.

Gin gently kicked the vodka seat before the car started slowly.

"Why don't you smoke anymore?" Gin was suddenly a little surprised, and he found that what Fujiwara Yusheng had taken out of his arms was actually a lollipop.

"What, care about me, do you want to repay your grievances with virtue?" Fujiwara Yusheng smiled, and his hearty laughter made Gin a little speechless.

"Where did you learn these Chinese words? "

Do you want to learn?" Gin

turned his head to the side and said nothing, he found that talking to Fujiwara for the rest of his life was easy to get angry.

After a while, I came to a dance hall.

"Boss, it's here. The vodka turned off the car, and it was so uncomfortable to hold back laughter along the way, and he wanted to find an excuse to go to the toilet and laugh.

Vodka went straight to the toilet, bumped into a waiter on the way, the waiter glared at the vodka, then straightened his clothes, regained his smile, and hurriedly walked to the hall.

"You're here to chat

?" "Are you scared?" Gin smiled, picking up a bottle of wine, the bottle was printed with Jerez, formerly known as Jerez, and the Spanish was called Sherry after the transliteration of Kexue World, and it has several readings.

Fujiwara Yusheng looked at the bottle of wine in Gin's hand, immediately snatched it, held it tightly in his hand, and then pushed another bottle of wine to Gin, "I'll drink this, you drink that!"

A bottle of rye whiskey was pushed next to Gin, Gin sneered, he couldn't imagine that Potter would one day be true to a traitor to an organization, but unfortunately, that traitor had disappeared.

Gin has blocked the information, and Potter has yet to hear about Shirley's betrayal of the organization and her disappearance.

So Fujiwara's series of actions for the rest of his life happens to be the best proof that he doesn't know what's going on.

Scold... Boring temptation, Gin, you trust your own judgment too much, and Fujiwara mercilessly mocks Gin's arrogance in his heart for the rest of his life.

While the two old foxes were passing by, a waiter came by, and he picked up the rye whiskey, opened the lid with his fingers on the mouth of the bottle, and poured a glass for the gin.

"Sir, please use it. Although it was a male voice, all kinds of things were wrong with the person in front of him, which quickly aroused the alarm of Fujiwara Yusheng and Gin.

The world line of the Kexue world is complicated and long, and Fujiwara does not remember all of it for the rest of his life, and at this moment, he thinks completely by feeling that the person in front of him is as disguised as him.

Gin moved slightly, pulled his leg out from under the table, and slammed his right foot into the table, and with his left hand, he pressed the waiter to the table.

Fujiwara Yusheng suddenly remembered this scene, and suddenly realized that he followed the gin, took out the plug on the table with his right hand, and stabbed the waiter in the head fiercely.

The two have a tacit understanding as always.

"It's rude, two men who can only move roughly. "A smooth blonde hair, draped over the shoulders, an S-shaped figure, stretched out of the breath.

"Belmode. "

Belmode. Fujiwara muttered quietly for the rest of his life, the woman in front of him was really a poisonous perfume.

Gin and Fujiwara Yusheng saw the woman in front of them with the golden cicada out of their shells, and sat down calmly.

"If you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasures Palace, and say, find us something. Fujiwara Yusheng and Belmode had a good relationship and were the first to speak.

"Sure enough, you're much better than Gin, the impersonal guy, but you're too ruthless just now.

Belmode covered her mouth and smiled, but she didn't mean to blame.

Fujiwara shook his head embarrassedly and looked at the table, which had already penetrated the table.

Without answering Fujiwara's question, she smiled and turned around and walked to the table next to her.

"Hasn't the kitten been found yet?" Belmordra slipped over a chair and sat down next to Fujiwara Yusheng, but her eyes were on Gin.

"Heh, I'm the most sensitive to the smell of traitors, I'll always find it, she can't escape. Gin said coldly, his eyes with a cold light staring at the bottle in Fujiwara's hand.

"Sensitive sense of smell? Gin, do you mean, you have the same sense of smell as a dog?" Fujiwara remembered this paragraph, so he mocked back.

"You—" Gin almost didn't lift it up in his chest, and after a while, he sneered, "Shirley is dead."

Fujiwara's breath was disordered, and his originally youthful-clear eyes were filled with a terrifying condensation.

Fujiwara Yusheng, who was slamming

too hard, crushed the wine bottle stiffly, and the next moment Fujiwara Yusheng propped his hands on the table, "What did you say!?"

"Shirley is dead." Gin raised the corners of his mouth, Potter, Potter, finally I won.

Although he knew that she was not dead, Fujiwara didn't bother to look at Gin's expression for the rest of his life, so he didn't have to think about it, he was definitely looking at him gloating now.

"Reason. Fujiwara's violent mood for the rest of his life gradually calmed down.

"Rebellion. Gin shook his glass and made eye contact with Belmode.

Fujiwara sat lonely in his seat, reached out to pick up the broken glass on the ground, and then stared at the blood on his hand, "Kill."

Belmode stared thoughtfully at Fujiwara Yusei, who was normally reactive, and then stroked his wavy blonde hair.

"Potter, where's that little woman? Say it, I'll study it. Belmode supported his chin with one hand, threw a wink at Fujiwara Yusei, and took out the posture of tempting the target on the usual task, and few people could stop it.

However, the next moment, Fujiwara Yusheng raised his head expressionlessly and met Belmode's eyes, as if he was about to form a substantial cold glint in his eyes, which was the most ruthless murderous look.

If he usually laughs and kills people chillingly, then when he is cold, you will not suspect that he will kill you in the next moment, because you have upset him.

She couldn't say anything before she could say it, she hadn't seen Potter in so long that she had almost forgotten the last time Potter was angry.