The Fate of the Gunman

"It's okay. It's sensational to be a'devil' anyway, isn't it? I have heard that there have been similar rumors, but unfortunately I only have two or three kittens under my hand, otherwise I would like to make four kings and then come again' The four heavenly kings must have five stalks..."

Looking at Lancer who was joking, Eight Million Hundred suddenly had an urge, she suddenly opened her hands and hugged Lancer's waist.

The heroes in the eyes of the previous eight million hundred people are those on TV who wear strange clothes to rescue disasters, and those who protect civilians are heroes. In the past few months of college life, he has also learned other things.

Those who often appear on TV are heroes; those who have never been on TV but have silently dedicated themselves to the front line are also heroes; even those who do not participate in rescue and only calm the people's mood through their own performance on TV are also heroes.

Is a man who turns into a demon at the expense of himself a hero?

"No! Teacher, you are not a demon! You are a true hero!"

I don't know why Lancer suddenly broke out, looking at the girl lying on his waist with helplessness.

"Good~ good~ you say yes, I don't care anyway, and I don't think ladies should be lying on men..."

Lancer's indifferent tone made Eight Million Bai feel very uncomfortable, but the second half of the other party's sentence reminded her that eight million Bai hadtily let go and sat on the chair with a blush.

And Lancer, who looked down at the eight million hundred, also showed a knowing smile, but didn't know if it was because of eight million's impolite actions, or because of what the other party said just now.

'Hero...'

Although Lancer always said that he doesn’t care about these things, he is not a tremor, he likes to be scolded, but he is used to ignoring the evaluation of others. This is a manifestation of his growth, but he still feels happy to be appreciated. This is especially true when the person making the evaluation is still a disciple. After all, others don't care, but disciples are different.

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Three fishing lines hang quietly on the calm lake, and suddenly one of them vibrates suddenly.

"Scorch! Be careful! Slowly put the fishing line and don't directly lift it up. Use its energy first, and then pull it up all at once!"

"puff!"

Accompanied by a strange sound, the fishing line was suddenly lifted and then a fish flew out directly, but the following scene was unprepared. The scorching ice, who had never caught a fish, was originally full of excitement, but when the fish was facing When he flew directly, he seemed at a loss, until——————

"Slap~!"

"Haha~!!!"

Looking at the fish that was thrown on his face and then frozen by his conditioned reflex, Eight Million Hundred couldn't help laughing.

On the other side, Hong Jiao Frozen touched his face helplessly.

"teacher……"

Although there were only three people here, he was still a little embarrassed, but Lancer just shrugged.

"It's just an accident. After all, who knows that this fish is flying so upright? At least I haven't been hit?"

Seeing my teacher calmly shaking the pot, I didn’t know how to complain for a while. In the end, I could only throw the ice cubes into a small bucket around me and tie another fish to my fishing line. The hook was then thrown into the lake.

And Lancer comforted himself after laughing, "This is just a newcomer's fortune, but I was called by Cuchurin as a "fishing talent who is not inferior to him", how could I lose to Jiao Dong?'

But it was obvious that Lancer had forgotten one thing. Speaking of'luck', it seemed that both of their brothers were more... touching.

But fortunately, this is not a competition, it's just a simple interaction between master and apprentice.

The reason for this is because he is about to leave.

One year seems to be a long time, but in fact everything flies quickly when one concentrates on doing something.

In the last two months or so, his life was very peaceful.

Perhaps it was because of his appearance that the "enemy alliance" disappeared completely. During this period, he once asked Stein and his men to inquire about the enemy's alliance, but unfortunately there was no clue, and the opponent seemed to have completely disappeared. The only thing I found was the abandoned "brain-less production factory".

Lancer has nothing to say besides admiring the decisiveness of the'ALL FOR ONE'. He doesn't believe that the dead-handle wooden hanger with his brain full of'reckless' will shrink so decisively, but it is precisely because So he was more vigilant.

Just as before, he had prepared a letter for Oulumet before leaving, which included'ALL FOR ONE' and the information he knew about the dead handle wooden hanger.

"teacher!"

But when he was thinking about these things, Eight Million Hundred made a cry of exclamation, and then Lancer saw that on the Eight Million Hook there was a fish larger than the scorching freeze!

"It's great as a newcomer!"

After complimenting eight million a hundred sentences, Lancer began to struggle, should he use Rune for the sake of'teacher's dignity'?I always feel that I will be beaten to death by the master for this kind of thing...

Probably not?Although he has never seen his brother do this.

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Bonfire, grilled fish, cats, wine, and matt.

This is almost the standard feature of every dinner. Two cats and stars fell on the ground holding the matte scorpion and made strange meows. Lancer, who was leaning on the tree trunk, was holding the wine glass with one hand and touching the other. The scorching frozen hair.

Obviously, although Lancer did not say that he would leave the next day, he had hinted at the two of them several times during this period, so today he did not know why he suddenly drank several bottles of sake with Lancer unexpectedly. It seems that a drink similar to plain boiled water is still a bit too irritating for the juvenile scorching jelly. At this time, the scorching jelly has been completely drunk, and the red cheeks with occasional dreams are really unthinkable. He is the one who looks a bit cold and scorching.

The eight million on the other side is holding the wooden cup with both hands, sipping the juice in small sips while looking at the jelly with envy.

"I want to try too..."

Although she was talking to herself in a small voice, Lancer heard it in her ears.

"It doesn't matter if Jiao Dong is a boy. For girls, wait until they reach adulthood. I will drink with you one more time when you reach 8 million adults~"

Unexpectedly, the face of Eight Million Hundred who hadn't thought that his self-talk would be heard by Lancer was slightly red. Originally, he wanted to talk back, but he didn't know why he just blushed and nodded like drunk.

Lancer glanced at the opponent's cup strangely. He touched his head strangely after confirming that the opponent's cup was juice, but then only if it was illuminated by the fire from a campfire...

Training as usual during the day, going fishing after lunch, and personally barbecued under Tiger's guidance after fishing. At midnight, 8 million can no longer support and fall asleep in a daze.

On the left is the scorching frozen lying on his lap, and on the left is the eight million hundred leaning on his shoulders, and Jack seems to know that the separation is also lying in the arms of the scorching frozen, as for Aru. Thinking so much, but being hugged by eight million people who don’t know what they want to hold, at this time, it was pressed on its chest and looked at Lancer with a grimace, as if complaining about his master watching. It was almost suffocated and didn't come to help, but it got someone's unscrupulous smile.

"Meow~"

After a low complaint, Alu didn't bother about him at all. His unscrupulous master just shook his head and changed his posture before falling asleep after causing a shaking.

Lancer smiled and said "good night" after he carried Tiger into his arms and closed his eyes.

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The dew in the morning always has a hint of chill. When 8 Million Hundred sits up with her eyes rubbed, the first thing she sees is the scorching icy head curled up against him. She looked around blankly, suddenly she Her eyes widened because she found that Lancer, who was supposed to be sleeping between the two, disappeared.

"teacher?!"

The eight million-hundred shouts awakened the scorching freeze, who was still asleep. He rubbed his aching head before squinting his eyes and followed the eight million-hundred sights to observe the surroundings. Later, he also found that Lancer was missing. Up.

But at this moment a man in a tights poked his head out of the bush.

"Did you sleep well?"