Chapter 119 Chapter 119 This is friendship. This is definitely friendship...

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Several teenagers sat in the hospital corridor. A cold breeze blew from the far end; someone had opened a door.

Mo Shiyu found a seat and sat down.

He had just gone to the bathroom and washed off the blood on his hands when he put the scales into the wound on Hai's abdomen, but the smell of blood still lingered in his nose for a long time, which made his expression permeate with a hint of coldness.

When Sawada Tsunayoshi saw him come in, he immediately stood up and asked, "Brother Xiaoyu, how is Mukuro?"

Mo Shiyu closed his eyes and said, "The situation is stable."

"That's good." Sawada Tsunayoshi seemed relieved, but his expression did not improve at all.

"Who is the injured guy?" Hayato Gokudera looked at the operating room with the lights on, then glanced at Mo Shiyu and Sawada Tsunayoshi who looked unhappy, and asked.

"His name is Mukuro." Reborn lowered the brim of his hat, "He's a fugitive."

Fugitive? Gokudera Hayato's expression changed.

In the Mafia's dictionary, "fugitive" is a special word.

It does not refer to people who break the law in the usual sense. In fact, for the mafia who live on the edge of blood, the law has always been a shackle that restrains the weak, and is even more useless than the Bible on the bedside table.

Even in this day and age, deep in the territories of many old-school mafias, the meat grinders used to kill and dismember people have never stopped running.

For the Mafia, a "fugitive" is never someone who has violated the laws of this world.

Only those who violate their interests, burn their dignity, resist their rules, and have not yet been thrown into the meat grinder by them are "fugitives."

"Two years ago, the Slovak incident had just ended, and we returned to Namimori. At that time, I was still living in Tsunayoshi-kun's house."

Mo Shiyu closed the window and slowly began to tell the story in the empty corridor.

"During that time, I was very weak and stayed in the attic of Tsunayoshi-kun's house. I didn't go out at all."

"A lot of people are looking for me, including Mukuro-kun."

Two years ago, Sawada Tsunayoshi returned to his long-lost home from Slovakia and secretly hid the weak Mo Shiyu.

Every day, little Tsunayoshi, who was only a little boy, would run up and down the stairs at home with food and water in his big watery eyes. He would hold a bowl and feed his gray-haired brother, who was hidden in the attic and was exhausted and couldn't even lift a finger, mouthful by mouthful.

He didn't dare tell his mother that there was one more person living in the house, not because he was afraid that his mother would blame him, but because the situation outside was too chaotic at that time, and the fewer people who knew Mo Shiyu's location, the better.

The child protected him almost unreservedly.

…

Sawada Tsunayoshi silently looked away, a suspicious blush appearing on his face.

Ah...it was a really confusing time.

At that time, Brother Xiaoyu was drowsy all day long, with red lines all over his body and unable to digest. Bright red tree roots were spreading under his body. Sawada Tsunayoshi had to use a hoe from time to time to dig out the roots that were embedded in the floor. The dug roots were filled with fragrance, as if he had raised a tree spirit that lived on essence.

There are more and more tree roots piling up in Tsunayoshi Sawada's bedroom.

He had to start learning carpentry and made small tools out of tree roots, such as stools, tables, and wooden beds.

Although he was very tired, every time the gray-haired young man raised his arms that were drooping on both sides of his body, stroked his cheeks like willow branches, and whispered to him, it seemed as if they were the only two people left in the world.

He no longer feels tired.

Tsunayoshi Sawada misses the days when he took care of his immobile brother in the attic.

Until I met that indigo-haired kid.

Mo Shiyu continued, "Skull Lord and I are old acquaintances. Perhaps he came to Bingsheng to find me or to study my abilities."

Sawada Tsunayoshi and Mukuro first met in a park. He passed by there after school and saw the child hiding in knee-high water. He was wearing thin clothes, had a small frame, and was damp all over. In the night, under the fireflies and street lights, he stared at him on the steps with his eyes open, like a homeless child.

“…”

Tsunayoshi Sawada still feels angry when he thinks about it now. This hateful sorcerer who loves to disguise himself deceived him with his careful show of weakness!

He covered his blood-red right eye and deceived Sawada Tsunayoshi, making him think that he had met his lifelong friend. It was not until several days later that he revealed his true intentions.

"What is this, a tree root?" Hai saw a small piece of tree root outside his schoolbag. He picked it up and looked at it for a while with his eyes lowered. "It's red."

Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned, his warm brown eyes narrowed, "Maybe it was accidentally touched somewhere, give it to me, I'll take care of it."

"It's very beautiful." The beautiful indigo-haired child hooked onto the tree roots and said slowly, "Can you give it to me?"

"...You like this very much?" Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head to look at him, "Is it just because it looks good?"

His fingers gently stroked the tree roots, and his fingertips seemed to carry a faint fragrance. He smiled softly. "Hmm."

Tsunayoshi Sawada exposed the other party's lie in an instant. He immediately became alert and chose not to let go, but this was enough to make the child suspect that it was close to the truth.

Finally, Hai found Mo Shiyu hiding in the attic.

"I found you. You're not dead after all." The indigo-haired child sat on the tree roots that extended to the stairs, swinging his legs slightly. "You still owe me a chocolate feast, Brother Killer."

He tucked his hair behind his ears, revealing his two strange eyes, one blue and one red.

"King of Skeletons." Mo Shiyu turned his head and called out a name hoarsely.

"You lied to me." Sawada Tsunayoshi murmured this strange name, even the name was fake.

"You are so gullible." The indigo-haired child said jokingly.

The whole room was filled with the strange fragrance of red tree roots, and the light and shadows were intertwined.

"Our interests are the same. Come with me, killer brother, let's destroy the mafia together." Liu Dao Hai said to Mo Shiyu with a low laugh. As he spoke, he looked at the pale-faced, warm-brown-eyed child beside him, hooked his collar, slowly stuffed the illusory red root in, and whispered.

"Such a weak, poor child, we will only bring him trouble, won't we?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him and slowly clenched his fists.

Mo Shiyu felt that what he said made sense, but the final outcome was that he still stayed in Sawada Tsunayoshi's house until he was fully recovered.

Probably because Sawada Tsunayoshi beat up Mukuro.

Mo Shiyu witnessed the whole process of the poor mage being chased and beaten all over the room by the young tenth generation with maximum magic resistance and anger value. It was really painful to watch, and he silently added two zeros to Xiao Hai's chocolate feast budget.

This was probably the first time Xiao Hai was defeated by an opponent he had never expected. He was extremely confused when he fled, and with a bruised face, he said to Sawada Tsunayoshi, "You tricked me too."

Sawada Tsunayoshi's answer was, "Same here."

Rokudo Mukuro was choked. He had a good temper and finally left quietly without using any killing move.

He was looking for help, and he wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal, so he'd come here from time to time. Not only for Mo Shiyu, but also to occasionally test Sawada Tsunayoshi's talent with his illusions, with childish curiosity.

The chocolate feast was also enjoyed at this time.

If the two children could be said to have a strangely friendly relationship at this time, the appearance of Reborn broke everything.

The Vongola family was completely branded on Tsunayoshi Sawada.

Rokudo Mukuro finally understood Sawada Tsunayoshi's identity. It turned out that he was a gangster and the most powerful and sinful young godfather.

The fragile friendship that the two children had quietly cultivated was shattered at this moment by the hatred of deception.

No one ever told Tsunayoshi Sawada that he was a descendant of the mafia and the next Godfather, but it no longer mattered.

This time, Hai made a fatal move.

They had a fight, and this time it was a real fight. There was blood all over the ground and several bones were broken.

Finally, Sawada Tsunayoshi picked up the new weapon and pressed the glove burning with golden-red flames on the boy's bleeding right eye.

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Anyway, Rokudo Mukuro rarely came to Namimori later, and when he did, he only went to see Mo Shiyu. Occasionally, when he saw Sawada Tsunayoshi, he would put on a fake smile and mock him as a "hypocritical mafia."

In Mo Shiyu's opinion, the relationship between these two people started with deception and ended with deception. It was very complicated and outsiders really could not interfere.

Maybe this is what a young man's comic is.

In fact, Xiao Hai's hatred does not seem to be that strong, but he just has to strangle people when he meets them. The same goes for Sawada Tsunayoshi. He just refuses to admit defeat and presses on people's carotid arteries to force them to let go without showing any weakness.

Among all the people, Reborn was the most leisurely watching from the side. Mo Shiyu took a silent look at him and secretly despised this teacher who was emitting a dark aura.

"The storm is coming." Reborn obviously noticed Mo Shiyu's gaze. He shook the coffee cup in his hand lightly and took a sip calmly. "Mr. Mo, let me say this for the time being. Don't leave in a hurry. Maybe this time it's coming for Tsuna."