Chapter Thirty-Seven: Master Yue, Old Headmaster
Clone: "......"
A lion in your eyes?
Good metaphor.
Classic famous scenes.
In addition, this incident not only happened to himself, but the key is to kill the enemy.
"Forget it, I don't care about the guy with a sick brain, for the sake of the little monster's face...... For the sake of the little monster's face......"
As if chanting a scripture, the originally angry shadow clone, this Lu Li, who can represent part of the will of the deity, regained his composure.
Just find a chance to teach a lesson.
Then, enlarge the pattern and personally torture and kill Wang Jiang, Herzog, and Tachibana Masamune, an old actor who integrates multiple identities, and is also the mastermind behind the scenes.
Almost synchronously, perceiving that the killing intent that locked on him melted like ice and snow, the waiter turned his gaze, looked at the other four elites from the Kassel Academy, and said slowly:
"Ruri Kazama, whose real name is Gen Zhinu, the dragon king among the fierce ghosts, the number two person, Gen Zhisheng is my twin brother."
"As for the little monsters...... I kind of know who she is, the mysterious disappearance of Tsukiyomi. β
"Now, everyone still calls me Ruri Kazama, and when I appeared as a cowherd, I was called Ruri Kazama."
The atmosphere cooled to freezing point all at once.
On the back of Chu Zihang's hand, green tendons were faintly visible, and Caesar's tiger mouth was towards the desert eagle on his back.
Fengou hugged Concubine Lu Ming, looking very scared, and her temperament was incompatible with the tendons and flesh all over her body.
Knowing what Lu Li said, the post and address were Yunyun, there was no truth, and she also pretended to be in her own name, and she was not interested in exposing it at the moment.
On the contrary, he was even more curious about how this little person, who had obviously had his throat cut off by a knife, could suddenly come back from the dead and turn into a lion, exuding a terrifying aura like a ghost.
Meanwhile.
The parking lot under Genji Heavy Industries.
The elite of the branch executive board blocked every entrance, and Tachibana Masamune stood anxiously in front of the door, with water droplets hanging from his long white eyebrows.
I saw a convoy suddenly and orderly drive into the parking lot, Yuan Zhisheng's car, a black Hummer at the head, followed by a black Mercedes-Benz, they guarded a van.
Seeing this, Tachibana Masamune hurriedly threw off his subordinates who had given him an umbrella, and ran to the van with clogs, acting like a loving father who cares about his beloved daughter.
And Gen Zhisheng took his sister Eri's hand and jumped down from it, and immediately a cadre held an umbrella above his head.
"Bastard! Who should be covered and can't see it? β
Yuan Zhisheng roared and reprimanded the younger brother.
Before he could finish speaking, the umbrella immediately moved away from the top of his head, one after the other, overlapping to cover the little princess tightly.
"Found her on the streets of Akihabara?"
Tachibana Masamune asked eagerly.
"Yes," Yuan Zhisheng nodded, "The mysterious person called, and I brought someone over." β
After Mei Zizi and the team members finished eating a sukiya, Eri Yi separated this shadow clone.
And the calculation Ji Lucy made a big phone call and notified this side to pick up people quickly, so that the artificial intelligence Kaguya Ji who belongs to the underworld could not find any effective information, similar to a dimensionality reduction strike.
In three minutes, Akihabara, known as the two-dimensional paradise, was surrounded by half-breeds.
Gen Zhisheng flew over the shops, and looked at his sister through the heavy rain, her red and white witch costume fluttering in the wind, her face full of smiles.
In a momentary trance, this super half-blood monarch suddenly realized that Eri had grown up, so slim, she could already leave herself and go to the outside world to play with others, and no longer had to stay under his protection.
At this moment, she returned safely, with a joy, her rose-colored eyes were clear and bright, there was no need to ask, that trip must have been very beautiful, she did not regret it at all, and she was not ready to apologize to her brother, and she was not ready to say that her brother had caused you trouble.
In addition to being relieved, he has a feeling of losing something, just like his brother watching his sister grow up day by day, the curve is getting more and more undulating, more and more like a "woman", one day she will no longer pester you and shout "γbrotherγγ", "γbrotherγγ".
You ask her who you're out shopping with, and she'll say she doesn't care, and when she wants to hug, she'll subconsciously take a step back and tell you that only her man can do that.
At that time, after being silent for a long time, Yuan Zhisheng looked at his sister who had taken half a step back, bowed slightly and said:
"You're back."
Obviously he can speak, but obediently listen to the big monster's arrangement of the pear clone, and show his brother the note that has already been written, which reads:
βγγ γγΎοΌβ
(I'm back)
At that moment, both brothers and sisters smiled, and Eri, who was not allowed to hug, took the initiative to hand one hand to her brother.
And right now, the ill-intentioned Tachibana Masamune, still wearing the disguise of a loving father, reached out and wanted to grope Eri's whole body to check her physical condition, but his paw was directly slapped away.
"She's grown up." Yuan Zhisheng took the initiative to say for his sister, even if there were many doubts in his heart.
Tachibana Masamune didn't seem to care, and his tone was still full of hypocritical concern:
"It's me who was so reckless."
"The medical team is ready, let the nurse come, the condition may deteriorate after being away from home for so long."
It didn't take long.
An exquisite Japanese-style house with ancient paintings hanging on its four walls and white sandalwood burning in the house welcomed its owner.
There is only one window that can look out, but it cannot be opened, and it is filled with 20-centimeter-thick bulletproof glass, sandwiched between three layers of glass, which cannot be broken by a Gatling straf.
But in the name of protection, the prison that actually imprisons the little monster doesn't play a role at all, because I'm not here, she's staying by the big monster's side.
The back entrance of the National University of Tokyo, a small street.
A wooden van was parked next to it.
It is designed to sell ramen noodles in the streets.
The windows open to create a canopy, and two wooden benches are placed under the canopy, on which customers sit and eat noodles, while the ramen chef operates in the car.
The sparrows are small and well-stocked, the soup pots and ingredients are neatly arranged on the cutting board, and when guests sit down, the dark blue cloth curtain is just right to cover their upper bodies, creating an intimate environment.
To say how amazing the taste is, it is pure praise, but the price is really cheap, clean and hygienic, and quite popular with poor students.
The boss, Master Yue, has been open here for many years, and the reputation is reasonable, but unfortunately because of a strange visit, the late-night business has come to an end temporarily.
On the corner of the street, Eri Yi is holding Bulma with one hand and Lu Li's arm with the other, wondering why the big monster brought her here.
Does it taste good?
Expect!
And in the eyes of a passer-by, I couldn't help but sigh, this is an extremely strange combination, and it is pure nonsense to say that a family of three is nonsense.
Both men and women are very young, especially the two girls, who exude a youthful atmosphere from the inside out and are unusually close to each other.
The next moment, the sound of swearing came from the ramen cart, interrupting the association of passers-by.
"You're deaf, I said I'm closed."
"But I'm not prepared to pay, so you're not in business."
"Ange, you've been a bastard all your life, old bastard! Pretend to be an educator! Master Yue was so angry that his tone softened: "What kind of noodles to eat?" β
Riwan
(End of chapter)