Chapter 31 The Pursuit

"BUCKLE..." The door was knocked softly, and the woman sitting on the table in the room gently raised her head.

"Come in." Her voice was flat, but there was an unquestionable smell. That was the prestige raised in a high position all year round. At this time, she put down the pen in her hand and looked at the big man in front of her.

The big man half bowed his body, but his forehead was cold and sweaty, and he hesitated not to speak.

"say." When Yumiko Kamiya saw his appearance, she couldn't help but make a sound.

"Report, report team leader, young master, young master fell off the cliff." The big man felt that his voice trembled. After searching all night, they dared to tell Yumiko Kamiya this fact. They thought that Yumiko Kamiya would be furious, but they didn't expect that Yumiko Kamiya looked quite indifferent.

"Spent someone to find, live to see people, die to see corpses!" Yumiko Kamiya gave a faint order, and her tone gradually intensified, like a steel needle bursting out. The big man quickly answered and retreated.

She looked faintly at the word 'good' written on the white paper in front of her and picked up a cup of flower tea on the table. The flower tea still had some warmth. Holding it in her hand made her feel a little warm. However, her fingers suddenly trembled, and the whole cup of fragrant flower tea was poured on the table. The word written by a brush was instantly dizzy on the paper. Finally, it was blurred into a ball.

"What's wrong? My dear team leader." A voice suddenly appeared in the room, breaking the awkward silence of the room. The young man on the window didn't look well. There were several obvious knife wounds on his body, and his clothes were torn a lot. He seemed to have experienced a fierce battle.

"How is he?" Yumiko Kamiya asked.

"Are you talking about him? Is it your son or your lover? The man's tone was still so cynical, but this time he obviously felt a sense of coldness. The usually smiling team leader looked at him without a smile. His eyes were empty without any emotion, and his beautiful face made the face look more cold.

Yumiko Kamiya stood up, walked to the window, looked at the dead tail, and then smiled at him.

"You are a talent, and I also believe that you are a smart person!" Yumiko Kamiya looked at him and said.

"What do you mean?" He looked at the woman in front of him with a dry tail. Originally, he wanted to stand in a higher place with his own ability, even to a place equal to a woman. For this purpose, no matter what. Even with the reputation of the servant on his back, he doesn't care. He just likes to destroy and watch his opponent wailing in front of him. Everything he did was successful before he met that man.

With the ambiguous and contemptuous title of team leader's lover, he really lives up to the title of a little white face, but his skills are unfathomable, and the identity behind him is even more interesting. The team leader of the film team, the head of the family, and the man in the dark. Everything about him fascinates him and makes him feel, ah, That's this person. He was born in this world to defeat this man! However, he lost. There is no doubt that he lost completely when the other party was seriously injured and his weapon was far inferior to him.

"Your wound is a knife wound." Yumiko Kamiya glanced faintly.

"So what?" The withered tail opened his mouth coldly and lived up to the previous jokes.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering why Snowman cut you?"

"Because I..." When he didn't finish his words, he suddenly rushed to Yumiko Kamiya.

"Puff..." With a soft sound, the dry tail fell softly on the ground. There were two more people in front of Yumiko Kamiya, one left and one right, with a gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the two guns was still smoking. They belonged to the film group. At this time, looking at the withered tail on the ground was like looking at a dead dog, looking at Yumiko Kamiya waiting for her instructions.

"Why don't you kill me?" His left and right shoulders were pierced and he has lost the ability to move.

"Because the snow man hasn't come back yet." Yumiko Kamiya said lightly.

The dead tail lay on the ground, extremely humiliated. The person who thought there was nothing great defeated him, and the woman who thought it was easy to deal with also defeated him. He lay on the ground and felt extremely depressed in his heart.

"Bear him down." Yumiko Kamiya no longer looked at the dead tail on the ground and sighed disappointedly. Originally, she thought it was a usable talent, but she didn't expect that he was crazy and the good material was broken.

"Yes." The two left with their dead tails.

The river rippled slightly, and the water reflected a long man's face. At this time, Yi blew a stinky face and rubbed the ointment on the wound with one hand. The wound became extremely itchy because he did not go back in time to change the ointment, and the wound seemed to be hazy with snow. Now he rubbed it and almost rubbed off a layer of skin. It was not scary, but there was no emotion on Yi Fu's face. The blistered white hands kept rubbing off the ointments, together with flesh and blood.

"Cut..." Yi Buki cursed in a low voice and didn't know what the medicine was. He almost felt that there was a little medicine in his bones and became a little itchy. It's all that guy's fault. He thought, while removing a piece of cloth to wrap up the wound. Looking for it like following the traces in the forest. Originally, he wanted to round with the group first, but he was worried about what danger the second guy really encountered. Although he often wanted to die, this time he did go on a mission with Kamiya as a bodyguard of Kamiya. If something happened to Kamigu, he would only appear to be incompetent, and even more Rely on his little white-faced name.

At that time, I'm afraid that the shameless guy will directly put the charge on his head. At that time, he will definitely be ridiculed and punished in order not to suffer a hopeless disaster, Ibuki also became a rare diligent good person. It's really boring, those idiots.

Yi Fu stood up and walked down the stream. As long as he was still in the mountain, as long as the guy was not dead, he would definitely leave traces. Yi Fu thought, paying attention to the movement around him. He did not come here to help the guy collect the body.

Yi Fu's face reappeared with an identification look, as if he remembered something. He walked in one direction, walked faster and faster, and soon disappeared in the distance.