About the Fact That I Joined the Evil | Evil Organization

Hidden races or mysterious organizations that want to take advantage of the chaotic situation to emerge, because they do not agree with the internal and external conventions, they are being expelled by No. 2.

At present, the girl clone is performing the deportation work on his behalf. After all, besides these things, No. 2 has too many other things to be busy with.

It was only when No. 2 really became the leader that he realized... why his leader only needs to eat and drink every day to be a mascot, but he has to run and break his legs, making him look like an office worker.

"Ah, by the way, Liu Ji...I may have dinner out tonight."

"Wow."

Liu Ji was obviously very dissatisfied with this, but she understood No. 2's difficulties, her bouncing cheeks returned to normal, and she said to him like a virtuous little wife.

"Be careful on the road, my lord."

Liu Ji, who was very reluctant to give up, walked quickly in front of him, regardless of a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him, hugged his neck, and gave him a deep kiss.

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Chapter 590 Miller, back rubbing

Chapter 590 Miller, back rubbing

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No. 2 leaves after kissing Ruhime goodbye.

Walking on the street, he could naturally see the changes in the city. Although it was far from the artificial island built by the mechanical engineers, it was enough to amaze him.

……

Then, No. 2 retreated to the villa with a blushing face.

"My lord?"

"........."

Under the gaze of more than a dozen pairs of eyes, he walked into the basement in embarrassment.

Before entering the basement, he turned around and hesitated to speak.

He was infected by the atmosphere of the goodbye kiss just now, so he accidentally walked into the street.

When everyone saw it, they all became happy.

Although they feel that No. 2 is really annoying when they are hostile to No. 2, but after the hostility relationship is resolved, they will find that the other party is a very worrying person.

It should be said that it fits the feeling of that evil organization.

It made the girls look at each other and smile, watching their Miller smile.

Looking at the leaving back, she felt sad, and she felt even more ashamed of Liu Ji and the others.

The armistice meeting was not broadcast live, and when it was broadcast, the video was also edited.

Seeing No. 2 sitting far away from the Clown King, with two people standing behind him, Miller felt the loneliness of that figure.

Although No. 2 confessed his thoughts to them afterwards, Miller understood that it was... his fault.

Although Liu Ji and the others didn't say anything, Miller understood that there was a person who gave up everything about herself for everything she cherished.

To be called a 'white death' is taboo, to be secretly called a 'tyrant' is frightening...to be called a 'monster' is scorned.

He who prevented the war could not become a hero.

(sorry Sorry……)

In order not to worry him, Miller didn't show his dying guilt.

Number 2 vented her emotions by yelling in the room. In her opinion, that might not have vented her pain loudly.

As the leader of that new organization, he did not dare to reveal his identity, in order not to involve others in the dispute.

Miller really wanted to face difficulties with him, but she found that she was far less enlightened than the other party.

The girls around happily discussed about No. 2, like Xiaoxue who was directly helped by No. 2, even had a faint longing for him.

Miller looked down at the textbook in front of him and fell silent again.

"Miss Miller?"

"Ah, it's nothing...I'm going to wash my face."

Miller went to the bathroom and looked at the face reflected in the mirror, which was obviously lacking in energy.

It's no wonder that No. 2 looked back at himself before entering the basement, and looked hesitant to speak.

"There are...five years."

Miller counted her age, she would be eighteen in five years, and No. 2 could no longer use her age as an excuse to reject her.

Thinking of the outside world's criticism of No. 2 who prevented the war, Miller clenched his fists.

"Mr. 2...Mr. 2..."

She whispered what she called him, thinking of this man who had already become a hero in her mind.

For five years, she seemed unable to wait any longer.

As he grows older, Miller finds that his mind is full of No. 2, not only memories from another world, but also the world right now...