Lu Mang's biggest advantage is the BUG-level ninjutsu of [Harem Technique].

In this way, he can summon countless shadow clones without consuming half a chakra.

What's even more buggy is that these shadow clones still don't consume any chakra during their existence, unless they use chakra-consuming ninjutsu during the fight.

It's pretty scary.

As long as he has enough physical strength, strong enough spirit, and timely recovery and replenishment, it is entirely possible for him to continuously summon countless shadow clones and learn various ninjutsu at the same time.

The existence of the black secret elixir was like a tiger with wings to Lu Mang.

Following the remaining memories in his mind, dragging his body full of pain and fatigue, Lu Mang found Leijia Lane in the western suburbs of Donghai City step by step, and his home was deep in this alley.

Overhead is densely packed with all kinds of cables, clotheslines, stinky ditches with sewage flowing under your feet, and yellow-white stains can be seen everywhere, dirty, messy, and poor, which is probably the biggest feature of this alley.

Lu Mang has a habit of cleanliness, and it is difficult to endure such an environment, if it weren't for the residual obsession of a teenager in his mind, he would definitely not be willing to step into here for half a step.

Holding his breath, rolling up the corners of his trousers, ignoring the strange gazes of passers-by, and taking advantage of the warm early summer sunlight reflected from the tall buildings in the distance, he carefully strolled through this gloomy alley, looking for a place that didn't look so dirty, and walked forward.

"It's Aze, Aze is back!"

Someone greeted Lu Mang warmly, and he nodded reservedly in response, but he didn't intend to have any physical contact with those people.

Just thinking about the germs and mud they might have on them made him feel uncomfortable. If anyone were to force their way over and shake his hand, he wasn't sure if he would hurt the killer, but he was sure he was going to dodge it quickly.

"Alas, isn't this our Lei Daqing Saint back, a rare guest!"

Not everyone has good intentions towards Lu Mang, but he will not kill people because of this, but nod his head in response with the same reserve.

Killers, not thugs, are a group of merchants who sell "death" and sell their goods without a buyer paying enough for them, which will appear rather unprofessional.

As the top accidental killer on the planet, Lu Mang's asking price is very high, so high that the idlers living in this dirty alley may not be able to afford it in their lifetime, so he will not make this kind of business that will obviously lose money.

As for the idler's identity and why they have ill will towards him, he will not and does not need to care.

What does it have to do with him, he came back this time, just to fulfill the last wish of a certain teenager to go home and see, after reading it, he will fly away, and he will never have anything to do with it again, so why bother with that thought.

You know, his mind is very expensive.

After fifteen minutes of quiet and patient walking, Lu Mang finally found a small courtyard that looked familiar.

The couplets pasted on the doorposts have long since faded, the unrecognizable portrait of the door god in the middle is also dilapidated, and the low courtyard wall, the wooden door that has not been repaired for a long time and does not play a big role, all show the poverty of this family.

From the first glance of this alley, he had an estimate of the true family situation of a certain teenager, and guessed that it was not as superior as his dress suggested, but he still did not expect to be so poor.

According to this reasoning, it is possible that a teenager may also use some chilling means to force his relatives who live here to come up with little savings to pay for his immaturity.

Thinking of this, Lu Mang's relaxed mood gradually clouded with a layer of haze.

He has never liked to owe others, especially such troublesome things as favors.

It's okay to just make money, it's okay to find a way to make money, killers will never be unemployed, and making money is not too simple.

But there is such a thing as human affection, which still comes and goes, but it is going to be messy.

It's just that if you want to buy a big house in the city center, plus enough cash to improve your life, you can make a relative who lives in this environment forget all the troubles.

After a little determination, Lu Mang raised his foot and gently kicked the wooden door twice.

There was a quick response from inside, and a series of crisp and immature children's voices quickly approached the wooden door.

"Brother, brother, brother, it's my brother who is back!"

This sound sounds very good!

The corners of Lu Mang's mouth curved, and he quickly pursed it tightly again.

Killers are a profession that requires a lot of concentration, and all the factors that will distract the killer from sounding good and looking good must be abandoned, otherwise they will have to pay with their lives.

Lu Mang is the top professional killer, although he has never killed any of his kind, but the wealthy businessmen and politicians who died in the accidental murder he planned do not know how many, of course he understands this truth, and has been practicing this truth by himself.

But now he felt that he seemed to be easily influenced by these things, such as the childish children's voice just now, such as the stains in the alley before.

Is it because of the betrayal before the crossing, or because of the influence of a teenager after the crossing, or is it simply because there is a flaw in my cold heart?

Just as he was wondering, the wooden door creaked open, and a small person appeared in front of Lu Mang.

Her appearance is somewhat similar to Lu Mang, with double eyelids, a long face, a slightly pointed chin, and a nose that is not collapsed but not straight, a very ordinary kind of public face that cannot be found when thrown into the pile.

Lu Mang is very satisfied with the face of a certain teenager, because it means that he will not attract the attention of others when he performs tasks in the future, and he will have a new face with a little makeup, whether it is "entering" or "exiting", it is very convenient.

But apparently a certain teenager was not satisfied, so he used some strange and inferior cosmetics on his face, and sprayed perfume that smelled worse than pesticides, all of which were washed off by Lu Mang before his appearance could be seen.

"Brother."

The little girl happily threw herself on Lu Mang with a big smile, but after being dodged by Lu Mang with a frown, she was stunned in place and a little at a loss.

She is not tall, only to Lu Mang's belt, her figure is thin, her hair is yellow and thin, her cheeks are even thinner, she can't see much flesh, she looks malnourished, and she is not as round as an ordinary child.

On the whole, this little girl is not very good-looking, and only her excessively big eyes give her a little bit of Lori's shadow.

From the remnants of a teenager's memory, it can be known that the little girl who called his brother is called Lei Luo, his sister, who is more than 6 years old and less than 7 years old this year, and is in the first grade of primary school in No. 9 Middle School, and is a little annoying.

There is no more information in his mind, it seems that Lei Luo's impression in the mind of a certain teenager is very weak, and he belongs to the kind of dispensable existence.

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