The title of Chapter 488 is so hard to come up with
"Go take a shower." Gin patted the boy's head.
Tolerating the other person rubbing his body with blood for so long was the limit of his patience.
Avicril is like a silly dog who doesn't take it seriously after playing in the mud outside and keeps rubbing on people.
But Avicril was clearly not stupid, he even knew clearly that he shouldn't do it, but he still did it.
A brat who tries to step on the bottom line of tolerance for others.
"Papa will not be stained." Aito stood aside and explained.
In order to let Brother Tou succeed in killing him, he did not turn on the unlimited limit during the whole process, which is why the bullet could be shot into the back of his head.
So he got blood on his body.
But when he rushed into Papa's arms, he turned on the unlimited limit to prevent the blood on his body from getting on the opponent.
Because I know that my old father has mysophobia.
"Don't let me see you dirty. No one likes dirty things, Ivy." Gin looked down at his clean coat and said coldly.
He has not concealed his desire to control Aiweilier, including but not limited to watching the other person make himself dirty will remind him that he does not like dirty things.
"I understand." Aito nodded and walked towards the bathroom crisply.
He does not procrastinate in doing things and is extremely efficient. It can be said that he follows orders and orders.
Gin was very satisfied with this.
"You trained him well, Gin." The blond man said with a half-smile.
The tone didn't sound like he was talking about a specific person, but about cats and dogs.
Gin glanced coldly at the other person, who was said to be the personality that split off from Rei Fangtani and had independent consciousness, and successfully took over the initiative in the body.
"It has nothing to do with me." He said and laughed again.
"That kid is like this." He sneered.
There are always people who think that Avicril's current appearance was deliberately created by him and perfectly suits his own preferences, but in fact...
There is no need for deliberate training at all, Avicril is just like this.
As if he is a self-taught person, he has his own twisted thinking that cannot be changed by others.
Maybe he was trained by Granlive and Tita, or maybe he was born crazy.
Gin feels that Avicril is more like the latter.
"Isn't that very worry-free? You should be very satisfied." Bourbon continued to tease Gin.
He really thinks so, Avicril is indeed a very good child.
"Satisfied?" Ginjiu asked noncommittally, snorting and saying nothing more.
Bourbon and Scotland looked at each other, and Bourbon suddenly smiled ambiguously.
Gin was very dissatisfied with this, which can be seen from his attitude towards Avicleare and the fact that neither Bourbon nor Avicril informed Gin, but Gin showed up in the hotel room.
Whether it’s Kurosawa Jin, the police officer in their world, or Gin, a member of this world’s organization, they are not easy to get along with.
"We won't disturb the harmonious relationship between you and your son. Let's go first." Bourbon waved his hand, left with Scotland, and even closed the door politely.
Gin looked away from the closed door.
After taking a shower and changing his clothes, the figure still wet with moisture pounced on him again.
He's getting more and more outrageous, Avicril.
"I'm not dirty now, don't dislike me." The white-haired kid said pitifully while leaning against his face.
Feeling the water dripping from the other person's wet hair and even wetting the collar of his clothes, Gin couldn't bear it and pulled the person away.
"Blow dry your hair." He said in a low voice.
"Papa likes me, right? He only likes me, right? He doesn't like other people, right..." The kid who was pulled away and then stuck to him again continued to ask nonchalantly.
"You will only have one child with me, right?" Finally, he held Gin's face and looked into his eyes and asked.
Gin looked back at the other party expressionlessly.
Very good, his collar was completely wet, and most of the water from Avicril's hair rubbed onto his collar.
The expectant expression on the boy's face, who didn't get an answer for a while, gradually turned into confusion, and then slowly turned into grievance.
Finally, he burst into tears as if he had given up on managing his expression.
"Don't have other children, okay? I will do better than them all..." He buried his head in Gin's shoulder and cried.
"Don't want me, don't have other children, don't not love me..."
The tone sounded like a prayer, but also like... a warning.
At the same time, he felt the water dripping from Avril's tears and hair, and took a deep breath of Gin as if he was about to be drowned.
Yes, Avicril would do this every time he heard himself saying that he didn't like him, crying unscrupulously like an ordinary child.
But because of this, I will remember this incident more deeply and the same thing will never happen again.
"There are no other children." Gin's tone was calm, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.
"You are not my child either." He said these words equally calmly.
But Aito doesn't care about the latter sentence, he only cares about the previous sentence.
So his crying slowed down a little: "It won't happen in the future, right?"
There were still tears in his eyes, as if he would continue to cry once he got the answer he didn't want.
"No." Gin replied firmly.
He had no intention of leaving a kid behind as a continuation of his life, that would be meaningless.
There were only two endings he envisioned for himself, either to gain eternal life like that person, or to welcome death calmly.
So Aito quickly wiped his tears and showed a bright smile, without any sign of having cried before.
"In this case, I will always be the only one. Just as I like Papa the most, Papa also likes me the most." He kissed Gin heavily on the face, his tone full of joy.
"This is what Papa said himself..." He whispered against Gin's face.
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Even if Papa really has other children in the future...
As long as you kill them all, it doesn't matter.
The boy with white hair and blue eyes placed his chin on Gin's shoulder. His pale blue eyes were indifferent, but his face was filled with an optimistic smile.
"By the way, why isn't Uncle Vodka here?" His eyes became soft and harmless again, and he changed the topic.
"...He has a day off today." Gin didn't care about Avicril's unabashed possessiveness. He knew it well and didn't care. He just answered Avicril's question after a moment of silence.
question.
He doesn't order Vodka to do things twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
Everyone still has the holidays they should have, and they are very leisurely when there are no tasks.
When Vodka is on holiday, Gin will not call out the other party.
In fact, today is also Gin's holiday.
Undercover agents are not available every day. The organization does not need to hunt down undercover agents every day. The members of the organization are really not that busy. Many members are conscientiously playing their apparent identities most of the time, including actors, singers, entrepreneurs, politicians, and police officers.
,office workers...
It will only be busy for a period of time after receiving the task.
As the representative of the organization most of the time, Gin does not need to have a public identity, nor does he need to play other identities.
He is a symbol of the organization.
It would be embarrassing for him to work part-time or become an actor.
When he didn't have any tasks, Gin usually drank at the bar and occasionally watched stage performances.
But because I received news from Ireland, I showed up here in Hokkaido.