The black-haired little ghost still looked very calm and even continued to ask as if nothing had happened: "So, what did you just want to say?"

Belmode asked another question again: "Then you know the 'Silver Bullet' too."

This time, the black-haired little ghost was finally confused for a moment, but unfortunately he was confused for a while and then realized, "Is it the drug we took before?"

"Yes, that's a very magical drug. It is said that it can turn back time and resurrect the dead." Belmode lowered his voice. No matter what he thought, she was smiling on her face.

She looked at each other with the black-haired devil.

The other party's eyes were always calm, and now it is the same. After hearing about the effect of "turning back time, resurrection of the dead", he began to look at her with his eyes.

Belmode smiled and pulled the black-haired ghost's broken hair and whispered: "Yes, it can also keep people young forever. How about it, are you very happy?"

"...I'm only five years old." After looking at her for a while, the black-haired genius tactfully reminded, "It's not a happy thing to stay young forever... Sorry, I don't really understand the ideas of normal people."

Indeed, if it is a normal person, and I heard that I had taken this magical drug, my first reaction would probably be ecstatic.

Even a five-year-old child will be very happy. Even if the child doesn't understand at all, what does this mean?

This is the charm of the ‘Silver Bullet’.

Faced with this temptation, the first reaction of the black-haired boy was to speak out but stop, and then he tactfully reminded that for children of his age, this was not a good thing at all.

Not at all tempted by the so-called "the dead are resurrected and youthful forever".

Belmode couldn't help but chuckled and broke the mask that had originally smirked.

She smiled while holding the black-haired ghost's shoulder and looking at the black-haired ghost.

The distance was too close, and the other party quietly turned his head and looked back intently, with a look of depression on his face.

Rationally, Belmode knew that the other party actually did not understand human feelings. Now, the other party was just focusing on observing the amplitude of her face when she smiled and was in a state of learning.

The depressed sighing on the other person's face was only imitated by him. He thought that he should have such an expression at this time, so he adjusted his face to this.

However, Belmode was still very happy, just like a cold joke that the patient heard a cold joke that could only score 0 points.

After stopping to smile, she suddenly said, "Why don't we make another deal."

The black-haired little ghost was still staring at her intently, signaling her to continue talking.

"Who asked you if you felt about her?" Belmode lowered his voice.

Seeing the black-haired ghost shaking his head to deny it, she smiled and said, "Maybe in a few days, maybe in a few months, she will ask you how you feel about her."

This is impossible to bear, unless the emotional chains between them are stable relationships that do not need to be confirmed at all.

"At that time, you just need to answer..." The smile on Belmode's lips stopped for a moment, and she thought, "How do you feel about her? Do you like her very much?"

The other party did not answer immediately, but blinked his eyes, almost exactly the same as Elena Miyano.

There is only peace in the eyes.

After thinking for a while, the black-haired ghost gave out a title: "Dr. Miyano."

"To me, she is Dr. Miyano."

It’s not the mother, not the elder, but Dr. Miyao from the laboratory.

This is really...

"Don't you like her? She is your mother." Belmode asked with a low smile, "Don't you hate her? She is your Dr. Miyano."

"Strictly speaking, both Dr. Miyao are my biological parents, but neither they nor me have ever admitted that you can regard our relationship as a result," the black-haired ghost thought for a while.

"The fruit farmer who stolen the apples and the apple tree that grew from that apple core."

If you want to be intimate, it is indeed very close, after all, they are all related by blood.

If you say that the relationship is not close, it is indeed not close, and you can directly understand it as a stranger.

Belmode got here, this is the message that the black-haired ghost tried hard to convey.

She raised her lips and continued to wait for the black-haired devil to explain why he didn't hate Miyano Elena.

"For normal people, it's very painful to be studied, but I'm used to it, so I don't have any disgust with Dr. Miyao." The black-haired ghost tried hard to explain, "As for that medicine..."

"Compared with normal people, my physique is very special. Even if I take it, it's nothing. Whether it's resurrection from the dead or death after taking it, I don't care. This is just a progress of the experiment."

No.

Belmode retorted a small sentence, "That gentleman will not allow you to die. You are his treasure and the crown he dreams of."

And, she paused and continued: "Your genes are slightly different from normal people. The physique is indeed very strange. In your body, the silver bullet seems to be a recessive gene."

"However, as you grow up, it may become a dominant gene at any time and burst out suddenly."

Then, the black-haired ghost will become like her, still young.

At that time, the other party may still not care. In another three years, ten or twenty years, the other party may still not care.

But sooner or later, when he fully understands the pain, he will bite the silver bullet maker hard, wishing to eat the flesh and blood of the couple.

But that happened a long time later. Don’t pay too much attention now, just look forward to the future.

At present, the black-haired ghost neither likes nor dislikes Miyano Elena, only indifference, indifferent or indifferent.

Rather than disgust, will this indifference in treating the experimental staff hurt the hearts of parents more?

Belmode didn't know, but she was very happy anyway, and she smiled and said, "Then, let's make a deal."

"If Dr. Miyano asks you about your feelings about her, then you have to tell the truth, okay?"

She rolled her eyes, "As a deal, I will do one thing for you, anything."

"Okay." The black-haired little guy agreed without hesitation.

He lowered his head and glanced at the ID card in Belmod's hand, "What are you going to deal with him?"

...It seems that he really doesn't care about the Miyano couple.

Even a little mouse, a black-haired ghost, cares more about it than the Miyano couple.

Belmode lazily raised his identity card and read the name on it, "Inoue, Yamato..."

The identity card contained a name and photo. The photo looked familiar, so she looked at it again and found a little impression of this person in her mind.

During the day today, a little white mouse raised by the black-haired ghost died, and this person trampled to death.

Afterwards, Belmode checked the surveillance and observed the expression of the black-haired ghost, and found that he didn't care at all and was very cold.

It turned out that the person who stepped on the jealous mouse to death was his partner?

She raised her eyebrows with interest, "I will give him the punishment he deserves."

The brunette reached out and grabbed her wrist, "What are you going to do?"

Of course, it will be executed directly!

Belmode moved his half-squatting legs, looked at the child in front of him, deliberately smiled and narrowed his eyes, bounced up the identity card, and touched him again.

"I forgot to say that I am a magical magician, and I can become a living person... Tomorrow, he will evaporate out of thin air and disappear completely, as if he has never come to this world."

"Directly evaporate?" The black-haired ghost bent his eyes, "What a magical magic."

Then, the fact that he stepped on the little white mouse to death can be written off.
Chapter completed!