Chapter 125

"Mr. Mukuro!"

The slightly salty sea breeze blew on his face. Gongye Shengliang didn't care about the unfamiliar environment and asked anxiously: "Did you see the others just now?"

The faint purple mist shrouding the ring had not yet dissipated, and a man's chuckle came from it: "No, apart from the escaped killer, I only saw you."

It was as if a basin of cold water had poured over me from head to toe, and my eagerness to get an answer turned into a blank.

“…I see.”

He had no doubts about what came from the world's strongest illusionist.

Kono Seiryo blinked, and a bitter taste slowly escaped his throat: "So it's, an illusion?"

The other party paused for a moment before saying, "You've also noticed that in addition to repelling fire, there are other special abilities."

"……Um."

Kono Seiryoshi couldn't explain his feelings. He had never planned to tell anyone about the "game". If the system wasn't still there, he would have almost suspected that it was just a dream.

I thought that as long as I tried not to think about it, and time wore away the memories and emotions, I could just laugh it off.

The result is that it becomes a "weakness" and bursts like a bubble with a poke.

He shook his head, hiding his disappointment, and tried not to think about it. "...But if it's an illusion, is there a third group of people in the hotel who want to assassinate me?"

It's going to be a lively night.

Another two or three hundred meters ahead, there is a small villa, which was the private residence where he originally planned to stay tonight.

Mr. Mukuro's coordinates are set here, which is quite convenient.

His coat was blown off, but luckily his cell phone was still with him. Standing in the sea breeze, Seira Kono sent a text message to Giorno and Dino respectively.

He apologized to the former for accidentally blowing up the hotel room and that he would be responsible for all repair costs; he also told the latter that he had encountered some accidents, but in any case he had returned home safely.

After sending the text message, he suddenly realized that he was a little cold. The thin shirt was filled with sea breeze. He folded his arms and said to himself:

"Let's go back and do some training on illusions."

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The charity auction that night ended very late. It was said that there was a problem with the final item and it could not be put on stage. The hotel prepared other gifts to compensate the disappointed guests.

A banquet can be full of problems, but Giorno doesn't care much. He is more willing to focus on cooperating with Vongola than to get along well with Italian government members.

Kono Seiryoshi was not just talking, his illusion training was really on the agenda, but there were some minor problems during the implementation process.

He has a good resistance to illusions, so if he wants to deepen his training, he must consult professionals.

However, Rokudo Mukuro himself was not there, and the power left on the ring quickly dissipated; Chrom was on a business trip in America; Fran was originally free, but was captured by the furious Squalo on the way and sent on a mission.

There is plenty of time for the remaining Mamon, but he asked for a tuition of 30,000 US dollars per hour. After thinking about it, I decided to give up.

After much deliberation, Seiji Kono boarded the plane to Japan again, carrying with him the deep expectations of the entire general business department next door and a pile of documents waiting to be signed.

The house I looked at last time has been almost renovated. This time I will be staying in Japan for a long time.

The most important thing is to find Yun Shou, who I didn't see last time, and his top boss Yun Que Gong Ya.

As everyone knows, the person who understands you best is not your friend but your enemy. When Cloud Guardian and Mist Guardian meet, they will fight to the death. Apart from the guardians with mist attributes, the one who has the most thorough research on illusions is actually Hibari Kyoya.

The Fengji Group was very wealthy and powerful, and the plane landed directly at Yun Shou’s private hot spring resort.

When Kono Seiryoshi landed, he was terrified and asked the senior pilot next to him in a low voice, "Mr. Kusanagi, how is Mr. Hibari feeling these days?"

Kusanabe Tetsuya said nothing, but patted his shoulder with a sad face.

Suddenly the road ahead is bleak.

Yun Que was not at home. He had been revising a report in the reception room for the whole morning. After having the Japanese food provided by the hot spring resort at noon, he felt a little sleepy, so he sat on the wooden corridor, squinting his eyes to bask in the sun.

Just when Kono Seiryoshi was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a few crisp sounds of "hibari! hibari!"

He suddenly perked up.

The fluffy yellow bird stood on his palm, tilting its head to look at him with a pair of cute black eyes. Gongye Shengliang almost burst into tears, "Long time no see, Yundou, I missed you so much."

Yundou flapped its wings twice, making a "chirp" sound.

Gongye Shengliang rubbed it and was happy when he suddenly thought of something - since the kidney beans appeared here, doesn't that mean...

The man with black hair and black eyes was wearing a dark yukata. He had a pair of exceptionally sharp eyes looking down at everyone, and a cold expression on his face that was full of oriental classical beauty.

He sat up straight reflexively and said, "Long time no see, Senior Skylark, good day."

A light hum escaped from Yun Que Kyomi's nose. He walked straight into the Japanese-style room, scanned the documents on the table, and poured a cup of tea nonchalantly.

Wow...I'm really not in a good mood.

Kono Seiryoshi bit his lip, thinking hard about how to reduce his presence, when he heard someone suddenly ask, "How did you get here?"

"Me?" He was stunned. "Flying——"

Kono Seiryoshi narrowly closed his mouth.

As a good secretary who has refused many long-distance business trips with the excuse of "Sorry, I get airsick", he could not take a plane today even if he swam across the Atlantic.

In fact, he was indeed airsick, but the decision to come to Japan last time was too hasty and he took a shortcut in a hurry.

For example, I went to a famous black market doctor to get an injection.

Shamar, a black market doctor who works in the Vongola Medical Department in name only and looks like a decadent uncle, carries 666 diseases with him through his skill "Trident Mosquito" - isn't it normal that one of them is "falling asleep as soon as you sit on an airplane"?

If Shamar had not been so lustful and claimed that he only treated women, he would have been very popular in the inner world.

When Shamar saw him coming, he looked very upset, gave him medicine and kicked him out.

The medicine was indeed effective, but Gongye Shengliang couldn't remember where he had met a doctor, so he consulted Columb specifically for this.

"It's not your fault." Columb comforted him on the other end of the phone, "When you were still in Namimori, the doctor would sigh when he saw you."

This makes it even stranger.

Colum smiled and explained, "Because Shengliang was wearing girls' clothes when he first met the doctor."

Kono Seiryoshi: “?”

He choked up, unable to believe it: "Is this true...?"

"I remember it was during the school festival, the one co-hosted by the junior high and high school departments."

School festival... He pondered and pulled out a vague impression from the depths of his mind.

I just remember that it was a chaotic day, with many people from outside the school coming, and for some reason Rambo was crying and even pulled out a rocket launcher...

I see, so it was at that time...

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember. I took a lot of photos at the time. I'll go back and look for them."

Kono Seiryoshi's breathing stagnated, and he asked in a horrified tone, "Why are there still photos?!"

"Because it's cute." Chlom added with a smile, "Everyone has one."

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The memory ended here, and Kono Seiryoshi covered his face in pain. This feeling of everyone remembering his dark history but he had no impression of it at all was really too torturous...

After a long time without receiving a reply, Yun Que Gongmi glanced at him and only saw a hint of red on the tip of his ear between his silver-gray hair.

never mind.

He put down the teacup, stood up and said calmly: "Don't you want to train?"

“…Huh?”

The person under the tatami finally raised his head, blinked his slightly confused golden eyes, and soon curved into a crescent: "Yes!"