Wakaba finished his daily school life, went out of school with Tsukako Poison Island, and then took the train to the nearest station to get off at home, and the two walked back together. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Some shops will hold events from time to time along the way, and Wakaba and Poison Island Tsuneko don't mind participating, or they will participate even if they don't have an event when they encounter something of interest.

The day-to-day life is not so boring for the two who are used to fighting and killing, on the contrary, it should be said that it is very interesting.

Ordinary people are irritable about their two-point-one-line or three-point-one-line, multi-point-one-line life, and every day is the same in their opinion.

Wakaba and Poison Island are good at discovering the differences in each day, and even use it as a game of finding faults, which they enjoy and cherish very much.

And some IQ arrears, or second-class goods who are still at the level of ordinary people but think they are superior, will also become one of the sources of fun in the lives of Wakaba and Tsukashi Poison Island.

For example, a young man with a pale face and impaired mobility who is now leading a group of followers armed with various dangerous weapons to block Wakaba and Poison Island Tsuneko in the alley, he looked at Wakaba and Poison Island Tsunako with a twisted expression and gritted his teeth and said:

"Poison Island Son, you actually carry me behind my back with other men! You bitch! You dog man and woman, even if you beg me to spare you..."

Wakaba and Poison Island Tsuneko's eyes darkened, and they were no longer interested in listening to what the young man had to say. If being stuck in an alley and getting into a group fight can be fun, such insulting remarks can't be laughed off.

Wakaba took a step back slightly, and reminded Poison Island Tsuneko softly with the sword bag on his back:

"This is Japan, and if you die, it will be more troublesome. ”

The implication is that if you don't die, you're fine, and if you die, it's not a big deal.

The corners of Poison Island's mouth curled, a charming and bewitching smile appeared on his face, the sword bag behind him fell off at some point, and fell softly to the ground, the black oak knife swung downward, and just the wind pressure cut a shallow groove on the dark and solid asphalt road.

Among the young man's followers, the person closest to the young man keenly noticed this, his pupils shrank, knowing that he had encountered a hard stubble, and he approached the young man to whisper something, and a dark blue phantom flashed in the corner of his eye.

One

Two

Three!

"Ah!!h

"Whew!!"

···

The originally menacing group of people suddenly lay on the ground with their bodies convulsed, and they didn't see any intentional scars or abnormal angles somewhere on their bodies, but they opened their mouths wide and howled in pain.

The group fight suddenly turned into a soprano concert... Pure noise, actually.

Wakaba frowned slightly, not that he felt that Poison Island was too heavy, but it was too noisy, although the place was remote, but there was no doubt that this tone would attract the police.

Although I am not afraid of the so-called police, it is better to have more than one thing.

Wakaba and Poison Island Tsuneko thought of each other, the two did not exchange a word, and walked out together, step by step, looking like a normal person walking, and then looking at it in a blink of an eye, the two of them had already walked far away.

The screams died down, and the cacophony of people on the busy streets filled the cochlea again.

Wakaba's eyes turned left and right, looking for anything new, and at the same time sighed sincerely:

"Sister Yanzi, you have a stronger control over your power. ”

The group of people just now, Wakaba can guarantee that each of them will have their limbs broken, and the young man was specially cared for, and his fifth limb was stabbed.

It is true that the black oak knife is a wooden knife, but it is definitely a murderous weapon in the Poison Island Tsuneko.

Amazingly, Poison Island didn't hack people to death with a black oak knife, and broke people's limbs without causing any outward changes.

This is dark energy, the control of force can only be done to a certain extent, the appearance has not changed, in fact, the skin and flesh are crumbled and the bones are shattered where the wooden knife is cut.

That's why that group of people is so miserable.

"Recently, I have been reviewing the basic slashing of swordsmanship, which is conducive to the control of power. ”

Poison Island Tsuneko didn't hide it from Wakaba, she knew that Wakaba and she were facing the same problem of power beyond control, and told the truth, hoping to help Wakaba.

"Two crepes, red bean paste and blueberries, both sweetened. ”

While speaking, the two of them had already arrived in front of a mobile booth, and Poison Island Tsukiko skillfully ordered two servings casually, and then looked at Wakaba and said:

"Don't you ask who it is?"

"If you guess correctly..."

Wakaba reached out and took the two crepes prepared by the stall owner, the bean paste was held by himself, and the blueberry was given to Poison Island Tsuneko, and the two continued to walk forward together before continuing:

"Eighty percent is the head of the kendo department who was injured by you.

It's only been a little over a month, and you've shown mercy?"

Poison Island took a bite of the crepe, shook his head slightly when he heard this, and said:

"No, but it's not too heavy, it's just barely enough to move around for a month. ”

"Oh. ”

Wakaba nodded suddenly, and then asked again:

"Do you know the identity of that person?"

"I don't know, I heard that it has something to do with some consortia and underworld in the city. ”

"Yo, black and white. ”

Wakaba was slightly surprised, he didn't expect that a guy who could casually send a bento had a good background among ordinary people, no wonder he spoke so arrogantly, and he also brought a group of subordinates with a force value of barely 5.

"So..."

Wakaba suddenly sat on a shoeshine stall with no customers on the side of the road, put one foot on the shelf, dropped a few yen from his pocket, and looked at the stall owner playfully said:

"That person's intelligence just now cost you a life. ”

The stall owner skillfully picked up a towel and wiped it on Wakaba's dusty shoes, and when he heard the words, he wiped it up casually, and said without raising his head:

"What are you talking about, guest? I don't understand. ”

Ruoye didn't get angry when he heard this, but just looked at the stall owner with a somewhat playful and playful smile, and chuckled clearly:

"You've been around me six times this month, as a messenger, a zero-hour worker handing out leaflets, a branch sweeper, a cleaner, a remote peeping through a telescope on the upper floor, and now a shoeshine shoe.

The place where it appears is different and the time is different every time, but the monitoring area can be perfectly connected with other people.

The surveillance methods are a bit cumbersome, and the concealment is quite good, and ordinary people may not be able to find you. ”

It's a pity you met me.

Wakaba silently added in his heart, and the poison island behind him watched Wakaba tease the stall owner like a cat and mouse, and also silently added in his heart.

Occasionally teasing the detectives around him, Chen Wakaba is one of the few pleasures.

And every time Wakaba said one more word, the stall owner's face turned pale, and when Wakaba finished speaking, the poor child's lips trembled.

PS: Don't book the next chapter, there is not enough time, and I have worked hard to change three chapters... The first two chapters have been changed.