Aura Hunter

After listening to Mikun's abrupt question, neither Ding Moruo nor Saiin Saiai made a sound, only Fente replied in a puzzled tone:

"Is it not because of you? Personal interest? 'You think clowns fit the liberal style of the theater do as one pleases'. I remember you saying that when you started the theater."

Mi Kun shook his head slightly.

"No, those are all lies, too, because I've never thought of dressing up as a clown myself. Actually, I think it's a very stupid look, especially as a collective for a large organization. Uniforms are so stupid."

As soon as these words came out, the air in the hall suddenly condensed.

Jetiskki immediately stretched out his hand to cover his mouth to cover his smile, Fente's face was full of surprise, Saiin Saiai remained silent, and Ding Mo Luo's forehead was full of surprise. Immediately, a few blue veins burst out.

Then Mikun reached out and tapped the brass mask on his face, and then threw another question to the three of Din Moro.

"Guess what, why do I keep wearing it?"

This time, Din Moro, Fente, and Saiin Saiai did not speak, only It was Mikun who looked up at the throne closely.

"..."

Faced with such a situation, Jettiskoki simply took over the words for their three people.

"Isn't it because you have injuries on your face, or are directly disfigured, that you need to use a mask to cover it up? Mr. Dean?"

Mi Kun calmly gave Answered in the negative.

"No."

Then, in front of everyone present, he stretched out his hand and took off the brass mask he had worn for many years, just like that Exposed to the butcher and the clown.

The long white hair is combed back neatly and tidy, the vicissitudes of life, but the slender eyes are shining with deep light, although the cheeks are full of wrinkles, but the complexion is white and there is no age spots, A well-curved aquiline nose is set squarely in the center of the face, beneath which is a slightly raised gray lip.

Not to mention disfigurement, this old face, not even a trace of scars, is full of the handsome demeanor of the early years.

Witnessing this scene, Jettiskuki whistled in surprise, and the three of Timoro, Fente, and Saiinsaiai were deeply shocked once again, just because The dean's appearance was very different from what they had imagined for many years.

Then, Mi Kun suddenly laughed.

"hahaha..."

His laughter is not loud, but it is powerful, and it spreads all over the hall in an instant, fiercely stimulates the clown their hearts.

"Dimolo, Fente, Saiin Saiai..."

Meeting everyone's attention, Mi Kun continued with a smile.

"The reason why I have been wearing this mask in the past..."

"It's just to avoid losing self-control like I am now, and I don't want you to notice My real expression."

"Do you know that, whenever I called you to a meeting with other people in the past, or watched you on a mission and set off for a long distance... .."

"Looking at all of you wearing these silly, funny costumes, and yet discussing with me in a serious manner, obeying my orders, as if you have some important mission on your shoulders , in fact, many times I can't help but want to laugh out loud..."

"The shocked look on the three of you still makes me laugh now, because All this looks too stupid, Hahaha ... Hahahaha! "

said here, Mi Kun immediately smiled and more loud, more mad.

The faces of the three of Ding Moruo were greeted by petrochemicals on the spot.

For many years, the image of the boss of the Joy Theatre in their minds is a deep and unmeasurable, calm and heavy elder.

"Although most of my accomplices are unreasonable and maddened people, as long as I always follow this reliable and powerful leader, my life will always be full of goals and excitement. It will never be boring and boring."

Until this moment came, the three of Din Moro thought so in their hearts.

However, now their beautiful inner imagination was smashed by Mi Kun's sudden confession.

The silhouette sitting on the throne, in front of the three of them, turned into a vile old man who was playing himself as a monkey from start to finish !

So Fente and Saiinsaiai were stunned and speechless for a while.

Ding Moruo was staring at Mi Kun, his eyes twitching, his blue veins were showing, his teeth and lips were chattering, and the whole person seemed to have not been able to fully digest this fact.

"You...what are you talking about..."

But Mi Kun ignored his dazedness and continued to speak loudly for a long time laugh.

It didn't take long for Jettiskoki to grin and join in.

In this way, the two holders of the "divine object" launched a mental disorder-like wanton ridicule to the clowns.

"hahahahaha ——————!"

So, Ding Moruo finally couldn't bear it anymore, got up furiously, and kicked the round table in front of him with one kick into crushed.

Bang!

The old wooden round table burst into pieces, Jettiskok jumped back with the chair, and flew out of the sawdust so nimbly, while Mikun was still smiling. language.

"What the hell is going on with you two!?"

The building block clown roared at the two of them with outstretched arms.

"What's so funny about this----!?"

"President, we have been loyal to you all these years! The disaster before the theater After that, you reunited the surviving members after many years. We were not far away at that time, and we came back to you without the slightest hesitation! And over the past few years, everyone has been working hard and following the rules. Your order to find the territory of the abyss!"

"Isn't our contribution to you not enough? Do you have to be called over suddenly like this now, and then suffer you on the spot in an unfathomable mystery A meal of ridicule and ridicule! Where the hell did you take the wrong medicine Ahhh ————————————!”

Din Moruo’s snarl full of rage and power rushed out The high tower immediately resounded through the entire ashes castle in one fell swoop, causing the four clown groups that were deployed between the squares around the castle to be startled.

“he he he...”

Faced with the uncontrollable anger of his subordinates, Mi Kun calmly restrained his smile and supported his index finger. He rubbed his wrinkled cheeks, and then made this response to his subordinates:

"No, Ding Moruo, although I have always regarded you as a joke, but I am very grateful to you for also The same is true."