This lunch at noon is very simple, Ye Wuwu is just saving up a little physical strength for the next big battle!

He understands that the battle has just begun, and the four people outside the door who have only managed to crawl out of the alley are just a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals who can't sink!

There are many people who are better than them in the dark!

He cooked the noodles himself and made the oily noodles that his mother taught him.

This oily noodles are also the only staple food he can make so far that can be called food!

As for why he would make himself a food with special meaning at this time of day?

Very simple!

Because this lunch is extraordinary for Ye Wuwu!

Now that his brother's news has been clear, the environment he is in is not bad, so he is relatively at ease!

Therefore, this current lunch can basically be regarded as Ye Wuwu's last lunch in Kyoto.

There is a feeling that when a warrior goes out on a battle, he makes himself a hearty lunch!

It's ok, no one bothers him at lunchtime!

He cleaned up the house after eating!

There wasn't much to pack either, after all, he had very few things in the first place. Packing up, he thought about it for a while, and simply didn't bring anything!

Carefully lock the door of the inner room, and look at the gate of the courtyard with sharp eyes!

Take a slight breath and walk to the door!

When Ye Wuwu opened the door, his neighbor happened to be having lunch.

But his neighbor didn't eat in the house, probably not wanting to miss the next battle, so he moved a chair and sat in the door with Erlang's legs crossed, with a large bowl spread out in his hand, and the bowl was filled with rice, and the rice was stacked with dishes on it.

Maybe it's because he eats a lot, when he lowered his head to pick up the rice, half of his face was covered by the food that came out of the bowl, only a pair of eyes were outside, and he was staring directly at the gate of the courtyard where Ye Wuwu was!

And the yard behind him didn't look much better than just now, and it could only be described by the word 'mess'!

He didn't take that to heart!

Seeing Ye Wuwu walk out, he raised his chopsticks to greet Ye Wuwu, which leaked his face blocked by food, his mouth was full of oil flowers, and because his mouth was full of food, even if he wanted to speak, he could only make a sound of 'um~um~'.

Ye Wuwu nodded in response to him, and threw the key to the courtyard he lived in to him, regardless of whether the neighbor with the rice bowl in his hand could catch it or not!

'Hmm~hmm~' The neighbor shook his body and grabbed the key thrown by Ye Wuwu into his arms, and the rice in his mouth was swallowed at this time!

"Are you gone?" he asked!

Ye Wuwu returned: "The matter in Kyoto is almost over! Please give them the key when the military department comes!"

Until now, he still didn't know the name of his neighbor, but when this person asked the sentence 'do you need help', Ye Wuwu felt that there was no need to know the roots!

Why do you have to know each other?

"Slow down!" the neighbor nodded, holding his chopsticks and making a goodbye gesture to him, before hiding his face behind the meal!

Everything that should be explained has been explained!

Ye Wuwu raised his head and looked along the alley!

At this time, this alley is empty! It is very quiet, and the silence is unusual!

A few streaks of blood that were getting more and more blurry looked extremely glaring in such an atmosphere.

In fact, there are several other families in the middle of this alley, I don't know if it's because there is no one in the first place, or because I knew that something might happen!

The only few families in the total are all closed!

Ye Wuwu looked at it like this, his pupils were slowly contracting, condensing to firmness, but the sharpness in his eyes was also there.

He didn't find anything, or he saw everything.

What he saw was a killing machine, and the killing machine was invisible, and this alley, which had not happened for the time being, was full of countless killing machines.

Let's go!

He took a step forward!

Has it begun?

Seeing that Ye Wuwu had already walked towards the exit of the alley, his neighbor quickly picked up the food in the bowl and filled his cheeks, for fear that because he was eating, it would affect the wonderful moments that might happen next.

A person also appeared at the entrance of the alley, a one-eyed dragon with one eye missing.

His face was gloomy, and as soon as he appeared in the alley, he rushed towards Ye Wuwu.

Ye Wuwu's steps towards the front were still very slow, his eyes fixed on the one-eyed dragon rushing towards him, and the fist of his right hand was clenched.

He had only walked less than five paces, and the one-eyed dragon was already less than ten meters away from him.

Ye Wuwu also began to rush.

The one-eyed dragon's figure jumped forward, and with a loud shout, it flew towards Ye Wuwu with a huge fist.

Before the fist arrived, the fist shook out and the qi had already hit Ye Wuwu's face.

Like a knife blade that wanted to shave off the flesh on Ye Wuwu's face, the skin on Ye Wuwu's body was too hard, so he could only blow his hair back gently.

The neighbor had been watching intently, and now it was not yet officially handed over, and his head shook slightly.

"The gap is too big!"

After sighing, he seemed to lose interest and began to pull the half-eaten meal again.

Ye Wuwu verified his sentimental point.

The one-eyed dragon's fist seemed to be very large, but in Ye Wuwu's eyes, it was just bluffing.

His eyes widened in the face of this raging aura, and his right hand was stretched out, turning into a fist and claw, grabbing the wrist of the one-eyed dragon whose body was still in a punching position in mid-air.

After grabbing it, he took a step back with his forward force, and at the same time continued to exert force in his hand, slamming his body to the ground.

Then, before the dust could rise and the one-eyed dragon could cry out in pain, he grabbed his arm and slammed it hard behind him.

'Bang!'

It was like a piece of rotten flesh on the ground, and blood spurted out in all directions in a splattering shape.

The one-eyed dragon didn't know if he was dead or fainted, he had already mentioned the cry of pain in his throat, and he could never sound it again.

Until his body was thrown out by Ye Wuwu in the direction he came from, and he lay flat on the ground.

Only then did I see that the whole face of the one-eyed dragon had been flattened, and the nose and eyes were huddled together with bloody flesh and blood.

It's all like this, how can there be a miracle of survival?

！！！

At the moment when Ye Wuwu threw out the one-eyed dragon, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his left hand was raised to his temple at a lightning speed.

An arrow that suddenly appeared was accurately held in his hand, and the arrow that was cold and shining against the flesh of his temple, but it could not advance for half a minute. The feather arrow tail was suddenly imprisoned, and it stopped 'buzzing' and trembled.

Ye Wuwu's gaze glanced faintly, like a wolf looking at him.

On the eaves of the courtyard, a sturdy figure was running fast.

This person was holding a bow in his hand and carrying arrows, wanting to run out of Ye Wuwu's sight as soon as possible.

"Whew!"

Ye Wuwu threw the arrow in his hand towards this running figure, and its speed was much faster than the figure that this person was moving.

The running figure was shrouded in great fear, and he couldn't let go of his heart and glanced at Ye Wuwu, it was this action that made the speed he had just lifted a little slower. But it happened to cross the trajectory of the arrow thrown by Ye Wuwu.

The feathers at the tail of the arrows burned out by rubbing in the air with too fast speed, shattering several tiles that had protruded in their crossing.

With such a fast speed, I can't dodge it!

Pray that you won't die from the arrow!

The man quickly drew his bow, but before he could let go, the arrow pierced his chest.

First there was a burst of blood mist, and then his figure slid strangely backwards on the roof with the force that had not yet been exhausted.

When the power was over, his figure fell!

A lot of tiles were picked up by his tumbling body. 'Ping Pong' rolled down the eaves with his corpse.

As for the last shot, he let go of his hand and shot the arrow, and since there was no target, it was shot at the door frame of the courtyard of Ye Wuwu's neighbor, who was bored with his head and was picking.

The neighbor's expression froze as he hugged the bowl!

It's so thrilling!

The arrow trembled in arc enough to touch the tip of his nose.

The rice in the bowl is not fragrant at this moment!

He put the bowl in his arms in fear, stretched out his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"I'll just look at the excitement, why did I almost get into it?"