What should I do if I was forced into marriage by the sick and charming young lady?

The aristocrat who feeds on elf ears also has the arrogance and elegance of a true old-fashioned aristocrat.

Although this is just a static picture, it seems that the next move of the two of them can be seen.

They live.

Gao Sijin looked back at the paintings of the other three female painters. Although Nao Kuroki painted by them is also very beautiful, even in terms of appearance, the heroine painted by Nao Sakurada is the most suitable for the heroine's kind of sickly It is a pity that Nao Kuroki is a sickly and arrogant maid, but her personality is more than that. Her illness Jiao is a gradual blackening process, not the beginning, and at the end, her desire for exclusiveness is replaced by true love, and she becomes a person with conscience and personality.

At this point, none of them realized it.

"Gao Jun, have you already decided who to choose as your painter?"

Gao Sijin nodded, walked straight to Katakura Eagle Falcon, and bowed deeply to him.

Katakura Takasu didn't seem to have thought that Gao Sijin would choose him, because when he first arrived at the Dengeki Library editorial department, he once said that Gao Sijin's works were a piece of rubbish. This was his true thought, because at that time In the cowardly hero, he saw his own microcosm.

When I was young, I didn't dare to fight with my father, I only knew myself who was wronged and asked for perfection.

"I'm not short of money." Katakura Takahashi said coldly.

"I think you know my heroine better than anyone else."

After Gao Sijin finished speaking, Yu Qingxue translated on her behalf.

Katakura Takafun still put on a cold and arrogant expression.

The other three female painters also seemed to see that Gao Sijin valued Katakura Hawk Falcon more, and seemed to know that their precious job opportunities were about to go to waste, and there was a trace of regret in their expressions. , is much more famous than Katakura Taka, and Katakura Taka is just a 17-year-old rookie.

After Yuxue Lixu whispered a few words in Yu Qingxue's ear, Yu Qingxue said to Katakura Takafun:

"We can grant your wish."

"Do you know what my wish is?" Katakura Takahashi stood up and asked with a miserable smile.

"We know that for us, you don't have any privacy. As long as you are willing to draw illustrations for Gao Sijin's novels, you can see the man's final destination."

"What's the name of that man you're talking about? I want to hear his name."

"Yuta Katakura."

Katakura Hawksun laughed sinisterly, walked up to Yu Qingxue and said word by word:

"If you can really do it, do it. Rather, I beg you, please let me kill that man with your own hands. That damned man has lived too long."

Gao Sijin was confused and didn't understand what they were talking about, but felt that their communication seemed to be an unusual conversation. Although Yu Qingxue's expression was very relaxed, the eagle's eyes seemed a little crazy.

In the end, Katakura Eagle Falcon still chose to shake hands with Gao Sijin.

He is indeed not short of money, but there are some things that cannot be settled simply by money.

After leaving the editorial office building, Katakura Takaya was riding the modified motorcycle with a metal bat, and disappeared from sight in a flash. He promised to draw the illustrations for the first volume in the shortest possible time.

"Everyone is happy, Teacher Gao Sijin."

Kaoru Mishima walked up to Gao Sijin, and happily began to congratulate Gao Sijin.

And the other three female painters also held Gao Sijin's hand one after another. Although they regretted not being selected, they didn't hold any grudges.

It's work after all.

"If Teacher Gao Sijin has a new work in the future, please let us try it."

"I will contact you when the time comes."

But having said that, Gao Sijin didn't get their contact information at all, including the contact information of Katakura Eagle Falcon, which was also stored in her mobile phone by Yu Qingxue. Apart from playing some mobile games, Gao Sijin's mobile phone There are almost no social messaging features.

After the trip, Gao Sijin and Yuexue Lixu got into the Mercedes-Benz.

Yu Qingxue communicated with Yuexue Lixu in Japanese, Gao Sijin was completely in a state of confusion, and couldn't understand a word.

"Miss, what is the identity of that Katakura Yuta? Why did Katakura Hayato kill him?"

"Katakura Yuta is just an old monster who resurrected from a dead body." Yuexue Lixu leaned lazily in Gao Sijin's arms, and said slowly, "Katakura Yuta is the biological father of Katakura Hawk Falcon."

"Why did he kill his father?"

"I think that anyone with a conscience would want to kill that monster. Katakura Yuta has been doing a disgusting job—human trafficking."

"Human trafficking?"

"Especially in the sale of children under the age of 14, those children who have been strictly selected are often of high value, for example, let those children think that they are not human beings, but animals like dogs, some children are born with spiritual powers, or Superpowers, after being educated, can be sold and auctioned off at high prices."

After Yu Qingxue heard about this profession, her face immediately turned livid. She thought she was not a good person, but she still had a conscience.

The two were communicating in Japanese throughout the whole process, and Gao Sijin couldn't understand a word.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, Gao Jun, we are talking about your novel. After returning home, please work hard and write [-] words. Otherwise, Gao Jun will not escape today." He wrapped his arms around Gao Sijin's neck.

If Gao Sijin can witness the so-called darkness with his own eyes, Gao Sijin can write more realistic novels.

Therefore, the final ending of the man who trafficked people will be staged in front of Gao Sijin as a gorgeous theater.

Volume 34 #Chapter [-] Katakura's Daily Theater

Katakura Katakura roams the streets on his modified motorcycle. He is 17 years old. As a person of this age, he should go to high school, but he rides a motorcycle on the streets of Tokyo every day, as if Only the motorcycle is his best partner in this world.

In fact, he said that Gao Sijin's novels are a piece of garbage, but in fact he has read all of Gao Sijin's novels.

"Damn, why are you so cowardly, why didn't you stand up and resist?"

"Couldn't you be smarter? Becoming a woman's protected object, what the hell are you? Are you worthy of being called a man?"

"It's so sad, the most useless thing in the world is your worthless kindness!"

In the rental house, Katakura Eagle Falcon still remembers the roar he made when he was reading Gao Sijin's novel.

Because of the male protagonist of the novel, he has seen his own figure countless times, and he is so sad and powerless who has been played by fate.

Out of anger, he smashed the refrigerator with a metal bat, but fortunately, the refrigerator is very cheap, because this is not the first time that Katakura Hawk has gone crazy like this, he often smashes things because of anger, so buy the cheapest refrigerator kind of.

The old man who made a living from human trafficking was Katakura Takashi’s eternal haze, he was Katakura Takano’s biological father, and the first person he trafficked was Katakura Takano’s unrelated younger sister, who seemed to be sold to something in South Asia place.

"Kill you, Katakura Yuta, sooner or later, I will definitely kill you!"

However, his biological father will never appear in front of him.

Some people mysteriously disappear in Tokyo every month, and Katakura Hayabusa often has an extra sum of money of unknown origin in his bank card.

He has already gone to human trafficking, and even sent money to himself as "father", Katakura Takasu vowed that one day, sooner or later, he would smash his stinky head with a bat.

"Hey, Four Eyes, what about you? You seem to be good at math, tell me how much money you bring with you?"

At four o'clock in the afternoon, facing the setting sun, when Katakura Takashi passed by a quiet street, an untimely voice suddenly sounded in Katakura Takako's ears.

Wearing a special attack uniform, with a big back, and two shaved eyebrows blocked a student who was about to go home.

The student wearing glasses was obedient, and immediately put on a begging gesture and took out his wallet.

"Isn't it? That's all?"

"Four eyes, give me a jump."

The male student wearing glasses jumped reluctantly, and immediately made the sound of coins colliding together.

"Hey, I really have you."

Hearing the sound of the coins colliding in the trouser pockets, the eyes of the two villains immediately lit up.

But just when they were rejoicing, a bat hit the back of the head of one of them with a bad back.

The two delinquents turned around at the same time, and saw the young man with dyed blond hair.

With a height of 1.8 meters and a bat that looks wet with blood, no matter how you look at it, this is a man who is not easy to mess with.

"What are you doing? It hurts!"

"The Katakura Falcon is coming."

"Are you looking for a beating?"

"I'm just an ordinary guy passing by."

"Does the average person hit someone over the head with a bat?"

"Sorry, my hand slipped just now."

"Don't spoil our good deeds."

The villains actually don't want to fight Katakura Falcon head-on.

After all, Katakura Takahashi has an indescribable murderous aura, and although he may not necessarily lose in a fight, he will definitely be injured.

But as soon as he turned his head, the bat swung directly towards his face, this time even his nose was crooked, and several teeth flew out.

"Yamamoto!" Seeing his companion flying out, the other bad guy immediately asked sharply, "Didn't you say you slipped your hand just now?"

"So there's no hand slipping this time."

"I am your ancestor!"

Katakura Takato blocked the blowing fist with a bat with one hand, and picked up the wallet that fell on the ground with the other hand, and threw it to the four-eyed student.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked the bad stomach.

Bad and vicious said:

"If you mess with us, you will be finished. My elder brother is the famous Serizawa Tamao!"

"Oh."

The bat swung at another bad head.

No mercy at all.

After easily resolving the two problems, Katakura Takano planned to leave on his own motorcycle.

"Thank you!"

The male student with glasses immediately bowed in thanks.

Katakura Takano didn't even look at it, with a dull expression on his face.

"Hey, Katakura!"

The middle-aged man in gym uniform called Katakura Takasu who was about to leave.

"Tsk."

"Who are you talking about?"

"So what's the matter, Watanabe-sensei?"

"If Katakura doesn't come back to class, he will repeat the grade, do you understand? Can't you be a normal high school student?"

"It's okay to repeat next year. Anyway, I can be considered a rich person. As long as I have money, even a rotten person like me can fill my stomach. Haha, this is really a strange world."

After finishing speaking, before the school's physical education teacher stopped him, he left on a motorcycle.

Are you kidding me?

How can I continue to study hard without killing that damned old man?

Now, Katakura Takahashi can only pin all his hopes on the eldest lady of the Yuexue Consortium.

Although it was only the first time they met, Katakura Takahashi felt that there was an indescribable aura about the upright and elegant lady in kimono.

In short, I can be sure that the eldest lady must have killed someone, even if Katakura Eagle Falcon sees her, there will be a sense of fear from the soul.

This is an instinctive tremor.

Even the maid next to the eldest lady is by no means an idle person, her every move has the unique habits of martial arts practitioners, and she is always vigilant.

It was also because of seeing him today that Katakura Takano believed that Miss Yuexue would be able to help him find the damned old man and kill him successfully.

Now it is necessary to complete the work just taken as much as possible.

"Miyo, I won't have dinner with you today, maybe in a while, the case of your sister's disappearance will be solved, don't worry."

Katakura Hayabusa held the phone with his left hand and drove the motorcycle with his right hand.

"Don't worry, I have obeyed the traffic rules. It is impossible for me to talk to you on the phone while riding a motorcycle."

On the phone, there was a steady stream of complaints from my girlfriend.