Naruto sage comes to the world

Chapter 133
Holding the iron plate in his hand, Yao Yuan couldn't help feeling worried.

Looking around, the restaurant was densely packed with people, and there was not even a single vacant seat.

And the unkind look in the eyes of all kinds of prisoners seemed to swallow them alive.

"Are the two of us going to have to eat this first lunch standing up?"

Yao Yuan sighed softly, his gaze stopped at an inconspicuous corner.

"Shuiyue, let's go there."

Sitting in the corner was a middle-aged man wearing a taupe turban.

His temples were already graying, and his wrinkled face was full of submissive expressions.

Anyone who passes in front of them has a flattering expression on their faces.

As if he disliked the smell of his prison uniform that had not been washed for decades, no one wanted to sit with him.

The two of Yao Yuan struggled to squeeze through the crowded passage.

From time to time, someone bumped into their bodies with malicious intentions. Fortunately, they protected the iron pan in their arms, so they didn't lose their only lunch halfway.

"Uncle Mu."

Yao Yuan greeted with a smile, and the two sat down opposite him.

Mu quickly raised his head and looked around, and saw a series of cold eyes, with a few sneers in between.

He hurriedly lowered his head, pretending not to know Yao Yuan and the two, as if he wanted to bury his head in the small soup bowl.

"Hey, I'm really hungry."

Guideng Shuiyue picked up the bread as hard as a rock from the plate, sighed heavily,

"Even something like this, I can swallow it in one gulp."

Just as he was about to put the bread into his mouth, a hand suddenly stretched out beside him, easily snatching the bread from his hand.

"New kid, don't you know that the first meal in the City of Elysium is to honor your elder brother?"

At the same time that Guideng Shuiyue turned his head, the other hand took away the bacon from his dinner plate, and spat out a mouthful of saliva in his thin soup.

Standing behind Guideng Shuiyue was a tall man, his chest was deliberately exposed with thick chest hair like a beast.

The majestic muscles are shiny, and the arms alone are thicker than ordinary people's thighs.

The one who spoke was a thin little man with a sinister face beside the strong man, who looked like a dog's leg.

"My eldest brother is a ninja known as the "bear man" in the village."

Another person behind the strong man said triumphantly,

"But a powerful character who can destroy a village with one hand."

Yao Yuan looked around from the corner of his eye, taking all the surrounding environment into his eyes.

Several guards looked like they were watching the excitement, and stood at the door of the restaurant laughing and joking, whispering to each other from time to time, as if they were talking about something funny.

On the wall not far from the two of Yao Yuan, leaning against a young man who looked neither a prisoner nor a guard.

With his hands folded over his chest, there was an evil smile on his handsome face.

Most of the prisoners pointed in this direction, as if they were afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

There was hardly any sympathy.

Guideng Shuiyue's expression changed, and he was about to sit up from the bench when a hand pressed his shoulder.

"Anyway, I can't finish it, so I'll share half with you."

Yao Yuan smiled and broke open the bread in his hand, and gave half of it to Guideng Shuiyue.

Guideng Shuiyue looked at Yao Yuan's indifferent eyes, his face changed again and again, and finally sat down.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mu, who was sitting opposite the two, wanted to stand up in a panic, but was pushed back to his seat by the skinny little man who looked like a dog leg.

"My eldest brother is here, but you dare to leave. Are you looking for death, old man!"

The thin man cursed, and swept the dinner plate in front of Mushen to the ground.

"Boom."

It was the sound of an iron dinner plate falling to the ground.

What followed was loud whistles and boos.

Mu shrank subconsciously, not daring to look at the thin man's vicious face.

"Old ghost, it's a waste of food to live for so long without dying."

Seeing his useless appearance, the skinny man became more and more angry, and slapped him heavily on the cheek.

"clang."

This time it was the sound of an iron plate hitting someone's face.

In the eyes of everyone, the iron dinner plate in Yao Yuan's hand hit the skinny man's face.

As if being hit head-on by a train, the thin man didn't even have time to scream, and passed out the moment the iron plate hit his face.

A figure flew several meters in the air and landed on a dining table.

Blood mixed with the overturned soup dripped down his body to the ground.

The restaurant was silent for a second, and everyone was stunned.

Suddenly, everyone moved.

At once dozens or hundreds of people rushed towards Yao Yuan and the others like ants.

The sound of fists hitting the human body and screams kept ringing in the air.

It turned out that Yao Yuan and Guideng Shuiyue teamed up to deal with the rest of the prisoners.

Because of mutual pushing and shoving, prisoners also started fighting with each other.

The entire restaurant was shaking violently, and the situation was completely out of control.

Several guards shouted angrily and tried to stop the scuffle, but it was in vain.

As soon as a guard approached the crowd, he was kicked in the lower body by a flying kick from nowhere, and lay on the ground moaning in pain.

Yao Yuan and Guideng Shuiyue were back to back, as if they had returned to the scene of facing the entire Yuren army side by side in the Kingdom of Rain.

Because the space is too small, there is no room to dodge and move.

Yao Yuan had to try his best to avoid the enemy's heavy blow.

Fists and feet rained down on him.

Correspondingly, every attack by Yao Yuan can bring out a cloud of blood.

The screams gradually decreased, replaced by moans of pain one after another.

The dining room was empty, and half of the prisoners were lying on the ground groaning.

Those who can still stand are those who watch the excitement and those who quit in time when the situation is not good.

There are also two teenagers who are covered in injuries, supporting each other with their bodies, and still standing in the corner.

Behind the boy, Mu squatted in a corner, protecting his head tightly with his hands.

Surprisingly, he squatted in the center of the melee until the end without any damage.

Zhicao finally appeared with four guards.

"Get out of the way, out of the way!"

The baton in Zhicao's hand hit the dining table beside him, making a loud "bang bang".

Thick leather boots stomped heavily on the face of a prisoner.

The prisoner who was still moaning suddenly became bloody and bloody, only breathing out but not breathing in.

The restaurant was much quieter, and even the groans became quieter.

Sensing the fearful eyes of all the prisoners, Zhicao's eyes became a little excited.

The smell of blood in the air made him tremble with excitement.

"What a great opportunity to stand up."

Thinking this way, he stopped in front of Yao Yuan.

Without giving Yao Yuan any chance to defend himself, the baton in his hand hit Yao Yuan's head heavily.

There was a murmur among the prisoners.

With the power of Zhicao's blow, Yao Yuan is doomed to be brain-splattered.

(End of this chapter)