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"Then mom will leave everything to you, come on!"

Awanyin Lingyu let go of the bucket and then walked out of the lab.

"I always feel so stressed... I've never been in a relationship before, Moyin, can I really be with Suzuha's mother..."

Tongzi asked worriedly.

"Hahaha, fate is something indescribable. Just stay yourself and everything will fall into place naturally. I will bless your relationship."

Moyin spoke to comfort the uneasy Tongzi.

Seeing that Moyin, the god of love, had given a guarantee, Tongzi felt a little relieved.

"Well, next, I'm going to go to Makise Kurisu's research institute to have some fun."

Moyin said as he walked out of the lab and returned to the house he rented in Neon.

When he opened the door, Moyin saw Zhao Yingkong sitting on the sofa reading a romance novel and Zhao Ruikong playing a game console.

"Great, Brother Moyin is back. Where have you been all this time? Sister Yingkong and I want to go look for you."

Seeing Moyin coming back, Zhao Ruikong threw the game console on the sofa, ran over and hugged Moyin happily.

After all, Moyin helped her solve her inner demons and saved her brothers and sisters from death. Now Moyin's position in her heart is completely equal to that of Zhao Yingkong.

"I went out to take care of a small matter. Do you two want to go with me to the American side to have some fun?"

Mo Yin asked with a smile.

These two little guys from the assassin family have been staying in the house since they followed him and have never gone out to see the world, so he plans to take them out to play.

What's more, Zhao Ruikong's ability to directly control other people's genes is not weak. If he is trained well, he will achieve something in the future.

"Of course I'll go~ Is that okay with Sister Sakura?"

Zhao Ruikong turned happily and looked at Zhao Yingkong.

"You've helped me so much, so I'll naturally follow you. Just tell me if you want to go there, don't consider my feelings."

Zhao Yingkong put down the romance novel in her hand and said coldly.

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"I want you to be happy, not to follow me like a cold-blooded killer."

Moyin walked up to Zhao Yingkong and gently touched her little head.

This little girl has been through so much hardship, and he wants to make her a little happier.

"That would reduce my ability and value as a killer."

"I want to see your smile more than your value."

The corners of Zhao Yingkong's mouth twitched, revealing a smile with his face twitching all the time.

"Stop, stop, stop! Sister Yingkong, this is not cute at all!"

Zhao Ruikong couldn't bear to watch it anymore so he ran over and grabbed Zhao Yingkong's cheek and rubbed it. Zhao Yingkong then returned to his state of nothingness again.

"I want to see your smile from the bottom of your heart, not because I said I want to see your smile. This kind of thing, take your time. I said that once you enter my house, you don't have to force yourself to be a killer."

"...I'll try and see."

A feeling of warmth gradually appeared in Zhao Yingkong's heart. Although she didn't understand why, she didn't hate this feeling.

After simply cooking a few dishes, Moyin took Zhao Yingkong and Zhao Ruikong to the airport to buy three plane tickets, and then found a seat in the terminal building and sat down.

Although it is possible to directly break through space and go to Makise Kurisu's laboratory, that would not be fun.

Zhao Ruikong has lived on a deserted island since she was a child. She has ridden in a helicopter but has never ridden in any other airplanes. This time we can take her to experience it.

“There are so many people.”

Sitting on a chair in the waiting hall, Zhao Ruikong looked around with interest with his bright eyes.

"A little, a little noisy."

Zhao Yingkong took out a romance novel from the space bag given by Moyin and started reading.

"Would you like to go to the VIP room? It's quieter there."

Moyin asked.

"No, although I don't like the atmosphere here, Ruikong likes it, so don't mind me."

Zhao Yingkong shook her head and continued reading the romance novel.

"Sister Sakura is really cold when she grows up. Instead of watching, why don't you experience the feeling of love yourself? Isn't there a good candidate?"

Zhao Ruikong jokingly nudged Zhao Yingkong's body with his elbow.

"It's not good to destroy other people's feelings. He has a girlfriend."

Zhao Yingkong shook his head.

"It's not like there's only one, and those sisters don't have any intention of monopolizing her. Why do you still care about this, Sister Yingkong?"

Zhao Ruikong continued to instigate Zhao Yingkong. These days at home she could clearly feel that Zhao Yingkong was actually very interested in dating, but now she seemed to have closed her heart, which made her a little anxious watching from the side.

"That's their business. I don't intend to do such a thing."

Zhao Yingkong said this with absolute certainty.

"Brother Moyin, my sister Yingkong is so cute, but you are not moved at all. Come on, show some strength and use the methods you use to conquer other girls to conquer Sister Yingkong."

Seeing that Zhao Yingkong couldn't be persuaded, Zhao Ruikong had no choice but to grab Moyin's arm with her tender little hands and started shaking him.

She quite likes Moyin. After all, whether in terms of appearance or temperament, Moyin can be said to be the best. As a love partner, he is definitely worthy of her beloved sister.

Moreover, Moyin has done great favors for her brothers and sisters in helping them solve their inner demons, and Zhao Yingkong is even more determined to repay him. Under such circumstances, she naturally will not have too much contact with other men. So if Zhao Yingkong wants to fall in love, she can only target Moyin.

"If he wants to sleep with me, I'll do it with both hands if he tells me so. There's no need to resort to any tricks."

Zhao Yingkong looked calmly at the novel in his hand and said indifferently.

"That's totally unromantic!!!"

Zhao Ruikong's face suddenly fell.

At this moment, a man dozens of meters away suddenly took out a pistol from his arms, quickly pointed it at Zhao Yingkong and pulled the trigger.

Just as Zhao Yingkong threw the novel aside and took out a small dagger from the space agent to cut off the bullet, Moyin had already stretched out his finger and flicked the bullet. In an instant, the bullet returned along the same path at several times the previous speed and made a big hole in the killer's head.

"Yingkong, you have so many enemies that you can meet them even when you are on a plane."

Moyin said to Zhao Yingkong with a smile.

He acted so quickly that others couldn't see what he did, so there was no need to worry about getting into trouble.

To others, it was just that someone suddenly fired a gun and then his own head was suddenly blown up by the bullet.

"After all, I've been on a mission to kill assassins before, so it's normal to make enemies everywhere."

Seeing that the trouble was solved, Zhao Yingkong picked up the novel again and started reading.

"Come to think of it, there doesn't seem to be a weapon that assassins like you would like in the space bag. How about this Tensilver Thread? It can be as soft as a hair or as hard as steel as you wish. It cannot be cut by anything and can be integrated into the body. You can summon it whenever you want."

A ball of extremely fine silver threads appeared in Moyin's palm.

In the original work, the memory metal wire that Zhao Yingkong exchanged had to rely on temperature to change its properties, but the things he made with his own hands were naturally not comparable to that kind of metal.

The production method of this Tencel silver thread is actually somewhat similar to that of Baizhi's spider silk. Baizhi's previous system also had the magic silk technique. He could completely construct a replacement system core, so naturally this Tencel silver thread could also be produced.

"Um?!"

As expected, Zhao Yingkong's eyes lit up when he heard Moyin's explanation, and he instantly grabbed the silver thread from Moyin's hand.

"Not bad, let's start with the gift."

Zhao Ruikong smiled and leaned close to Moyin's ear and said.

"I do plan to make you two happier, so you don't have to urge me to capture your sister Yingkong. I will give her whatever she wants. At least now, I think what she wants is the company of her family."

Moyin reached out and gently tapped Zhao Ruikong's forehead.

"Anyway, I'll leave my sister Sakura Sora to you~"

"It's good, I like it very much, thank you."

Zhao Yingkong had already integrated the Tiansi silver thread into her body at this time. Then, as she looked at the tiny silver threads connected to her fingertips, a hint of fondness flashed in her eyes.

Although she has a cold personality, the weapon given by Moyin is really to her liking.

Soon, the airport security came running over.

"Three of you, please leave the airport first. We need to check if there are any other dangerous terrorists. There have been many serial murders in Tokyo recently. It is very dangerous for you to stay here."

The security guard was surprised to see that Moyin and the other two had not rushed to the emergency passage like the other passengers who were frightened by the shooting. He then ran up to the three and spoke anxiously.

"Don't worry, we can take responsibility for our own safety."

Moyin smiled and shook his head.

"That's... okay, but the police may come over to ask for relevant information. Do you three know the deceased?"

the security guard asked.

"I don't know him. Just don't delay our flight. We will cooperate with the police's inquiries."

Moyin answered.

"That's... okay."

Seeing that he could not persuade Moyin and the other two, the security guard stopped talking. He first ran to the dead body and kicked the gun aside, and then carefully checked whether the person who fired the gun was still alive.

Since there have been many vicious injury incidents in Tokyo during this period, he did not dare to be too careless. Of course, Moyin had taken action, and the shooter must be dead. After confirming that the shooter was indeed dead, the security guard breathed a sigh of relief.

But he soon fell into confusion. How did this man... die? Did he shoot himself? To create social panic? He couldn't understand it at all.

Soon, the police arrived at the airport and immediately set up a cordon around the area. The forensic doctor then began to examine the condition of the deceased.

The plane that had not yet taken off was also carefully checked by the police. After confirming that no one was carrying controlled weapons, order was slowly restored at the airport.

Moyin and the other two were also questioned by the police, but as for the questions that Moyin didn't want to answer, they only needed a little hypnosis and the police naturally couldn't get anything out of them. So in the end the police just took the deceased away from the airport and left some people to clean up the scene.

Two hours later, Moyin and the other two also boarded a plane to the United States.