Rebirth: Start By Hiding In Evil

Chapter 12 The Visitors

“Wu-Jun, your face is not small!”

“Wu Tiao Lun” stood on the high platform on the second floor, looked at the guests who entered the venue, and was very emotional.

For a time, the grand scene of the staggered gongs and chips made Wutiao Lun crazy, and everything seemed to return to the heyday of the Wutiao family when he was a child.

“One fortitude, two wood dance clothes, five rounds of Yonghai… Even Mr. Kushima Lie is here.”

The younger generation is almost all out…

Gojo Satoru swayed the wine glass, brought it to his mouth from time to time, and took a sip.

His heart was as calm as a mirror, without a trace of turbulence, he shied away: “It’s the face of this family, not mine.”

“And… Compared with these people, the next one is incredible!”

A tent with a radius of 3 kilometers suddenly felt a huge phantom torch.

Unfamiliar fluctuations, Wujo Satoru had never seen it before.

“Oh?”

“You sensed a new guest?”

“who is it?”

“Want me to greet you?”

Wu Tiao Lun asked four times in high spirits.

“You… go downstairs to meet you.”

Satoru hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, and carefully scanned the human form with the psionic wave.

Well, it’s a woman.

Young women under 30?

Bulging forward and backward, oh… so good and so evil.

At this time, Yotsuba Mayo?

interesting!

Hasn’t the Yotsuba family always followed mysticism?

The people of the family hardly participate in business activities, and they are all done by the housekeeper, not to mention the head of the family.

Following Wutiaowu’s guess upstairs, Wutiaolun downstairs and everyone’s attention, a beautiful woman with the appearance of a lady, accompanied by the housekeeper, slowly walked into the courtyard.

Although it is very magical, this beauty in a burgundy formal dress is the head of the four-leaf family, Mayo.

No matter how you look at it, it should only be a lady in her thirties, but her actual age is a forty-seven-year-old aunt.

In general, the impression he gave Wujo Satoru was that she was very tender, and he believed that she was a female college student in her twenties just by looking at her face after removing that mature body.

It’s really a skillful look!

Once again, the second dimension brought Wujo Satoru amazed.

The female devil with nicknames such as “Queen of the Night” and “The Demon King of the Far East” actually looks like this.

According to the intelligence, she is a very harsh strong woman who destroys many servants who make mistakes throughout the year.

Moreover, according to the gossip news, this female devil was stimulated by the big man with various experiments that were not suitable for children. Almost all members of the institute loved her and played all kinds of play.

Inhuman!

I heard that after Dahan took her eggs, she lost all value and was played with in the cell until she lost her fertility.

As for what happened later, it was revealed internationally. The big man was furiously retaliated by the Yotsuba family, paying the price of the death of all the elders of the family and taking away 70% of the big man’s magical combat power.

A tragic victory forged the name “Four Leaves of Death”.

Speaking of which, if the Daya Union can easily occupy the big man, should I thank the Yotsuba family?

However, the current Daya United should not be so pitiful.

wrong!

According to the development of the original, I am deeply suspicious of this!

Cannian, I remember that the two guys who did things in Yokohama at the end couldn’t even deal with a group of Japanese high school students. It seems that I will have to rely on me to lead the crowd in the future.

It’s so annoying, do you want to make a bad move now and reduce the workload a little bit!

After some nonsense, Gojo Satoru drank the goblet in his hand, turned and walked towards the stairs, he was about to enter the venue.

The guests at the finale below all came, and Wutiao Lun walked to the center of the yard and began to say some polite words “Baba”.

[It’s really boring, it’s estimated that it will be dozens of minutes before it’s my turn to play. 】

【Have this time to wait, why don’t you go pick up a girl? 】

[Wait, according to the organization, do I still have to marry a neon girl? 】

[It seems that the fake drama is really done, and a full set is required… After all, this is a long-term latent mission. 】

[But it makes sense when you think about it, how can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch? Mao Xiong is a tough stubble, so it’s not easy to start; Eagle sauce is too far away, so it’s not today’s goal; so, now that the Kimchi peninsula has been settled, to Ni Hong start is also the correct decision of my country’s strategic planning. 】

[If it weren’t for Long Aotian’s troubles, the original book would definitely not have ended like this. If it continues to develop step by step, if it doesn’t work, Daya United can really push the world. 】

[Therefore, the primary goal now is to climb to the top of the neon without suspicion, until it dominates the ten divisions. 】

Just thinking about it and walking, Gojo Satoru, who frowned slightly, ran into a girl who looked familiar at the entrance of the stairs.

This cold and speechless face, curly double ponytail, and petite body.

Holy crap, isn’t this Bronya Bengbeng?

Meet old friends in a foreign land!

“Is it Bronya? The living Bronya?”

The momentary emotion penetrated Wu Jang Wu’s psychological defense, and a series of inquiries blurted out without hesitation in jubilation.

“Um?”

“You got the wrong guy.”

The girl opposite Bronya was not angry and replied calmly, “My name is Kitayama Shizuku.”

“Sorry, I got the wrong person.”

“My name is Gojo Gou, I take the liberty to ask, why do I always feel that we have met somewhere?”

Holding me is not embarrassing, just the idea that others are embarrassed, Gojo Satoru bravely struck up a conversation.

“So you are Wujo-kun, we did meet the day before yesterday!”

“One high.”

“That day, you were in the limelight. Honoka and I stood in the crowd and watched the whole thing.”

Leng Meiren has a cold look, and the words under the mouthless appearance have a touch of playfulness. *