[comprehensive] personality, programming

The 12-year-old Yandao host is still cute in a small foreign skirt with double ponytails, but there is still a little bit of two in the cuteness, but it is understandable that he has reached that age after all.

"Anyway, all of you have already stood in front of me, so let's try to single out. And I don't like the word "justice" very much. No matter what the reason is, as long as it is a human being, there is no justice. As far as evil is concerned, our identities are worse... no, it is still much worse, so it is easiest to fight to determine the outcome."

It's not that there are no middle-school boys in their teens among the punks, who immediately couldn't stand the excitement and rushed out to fight.

Aizawa Shouta's right eyelid twitched, thinking that he might have to report to the police again today.

Ah, speaking of it, it seems that the car has been left at the police station and I forgot to pick it up, and I can't avoid drinking a cup of tea at the police station.

Thinking of this fact, Aizawa Shouta had a headache.

But he still had to stop the host of Yandao. The 12-year-old host of Yandao is still in Hong Kong and black, and he pursues the aesthetics of violence. There is no surveillance in this alley, and he reckons that if she really fights, she will kill everyone.Although the host of Yandao has a temporary hero license in his hand, lawlessness is not allowed.

Yan Dao was about to charge upwards with a mace, but Aizawa Xiaota dutifully hugged her waist from behind, keeping her feet off the ground, unable to find a support point for the time being.

"Xiaotai, let me go." Yan Dao kicked his legs. "I'll get rid of them right away, don't worry." As long as they're gone, no one will see me beating people, get rid of everyone, I'll do nothing, the corpses are cleaned up, I'm innocent!

I have taught students one after another, and I have seen various types of secondary illnesses. Aizawa Shouta understands Yandao's voice-over in seconds.Aizawa Xiaota sighed, and silently let go of his hand.

Although he can't stop Yan Dao, he can be faster than Yan Dao.

Relying on his long legs, he ran in front of the thugs, and kicked away the swarms of thugs, Aizawa Shouta turned around: "Can you die if you listen to me once?"

However, the host of Yandao was not thinking about this question.

Yan Dao patted his face, to let himself recover from Aizawa Shouta's kick just now.Then her eyes became brighter and brighter, looking at Aizawa Shouta's expression, it was as if the cat saw Xiaoyugan.

Wearing a suit and beating people, hey, his hands are crisp and neat, this kind of talent should be taken to Hong Kong and black!Hitting people in a suit is a standard feature of Port Mafia! Mr. Mori, you see, I have abducted a talent!He is still good-looking! It matches the style of Mafia at the port!

Going forward, kicking the bastard who didn't faint, and then kicking the fainted people to the corner to pile up, Yandao leaned in front of Aizawa Shouta, and took his hand.

"Xiaotai, do you want to go to the port Mafia with me? I will support you with the money of the entire gangster in Hong Kong."

Come on, stand with me on the pinnacle of the dark world!

Aizawa Xiaota was very moved and refused, saying that he didn't want to face the Holy Grail brother in the world and the uncle with the ceiling of combat power for the time being.

"Let's go, let's send them to the police station." Aizawa Xiaota patted her head.

"...Xiaotai, I'm a mafia." The host of Yandao was silent for a while and said. "I went to the police station, didn't I really want to provoke?"

Although our Port Mafia is very powerful, I don't want Port Mafia to be hunted down by the White Dao at the moment.In case of being hunted down, in this case, Mr. Mori will definitely beat me to death.Mr. Mori dotes on me, but his family law is really cruel, that's really...

Yan Dao slowly supported his forehead, expressionless, feeling that even his bones were hurting.

Competitiveness makes me go up the anus when encountering things, and the desire to survive makes me go all the way to the dark.Brothers, it's not that I, the host of Yandao, don't want to let you go, it's really that I let you go, and it's easy to get beaten.

As a human being, you still have to let yourself enjoy a little bit more easily, the life of being beaten is not a good thing.

So 2 minutes later, Yan Dao resolutely abandoned his conscience and said, "So it's better to silence these little bastards."

Want to run away after offending the abbot?

Don't even think about it, I will give you the shark within three days, and I will give you the ashes!

Aizawa Shouta: ...

How did your brain circuit turn?

We obviously have other options besides silence. Wouldn’t it be good to let others send them in?Why do you have to do it?

#大大的死鱼eyes full of doubts. #

In the end, they still sent the little gangster to the police station.

Among them, don’t ask how Aizawa Xiaota brought the Yandao host in, and don’t ask how Aizawa Xiaota fooled her, and don’t ask how the police saw them. The police uncle probably had a deep impression on them before. Looking at Aizawa Shouta's eyes this time...

In short, just don't ask, if you ask, he almost lost his hero license.

After tossing and tossing, and returning home after all the hard work, the four old fathers have all dispersed in the corridor at the door, leaving only the traces of chopping and burning, which is simply scary.

"Mrs. Xiao, was there a thief at home?"

"Probably not." Aizawa Shouta expressionlessly took off the compensation slip pasted on the door, as well as the compensation slip on the Oda writer's door opposite, and then found the keyhole in the dust. "Let's go, go in, don't think so much."

This trace, this method, this sense of sight of attacking each other, it should be that the four fathers-in-law disagreed, and they fought again.

"I'm going to cook, you go and change first."

The door opened, and Yan Dao pushed Aizawa Shouta, then put his hands on his hips, and the momentum and words he stepped into the door were like a married, super powerful hostess.

Then she flicked her coat, grabbed a grape from the fruit plate on the coffee table, stuffed it into her mouth, and finally walked into the kitchen.

When Yan Dao started to wield the spatula, Aizawa Shouta put down the folded coat and followed Yan Dao's force into the room.He closed the door, looked at the compensation bill in his hand, finally sighed, and raised the corners of his mouth.

It doesn't matter if the old father disagrees, it doesn't matter if he envies me every day, you fight back, in order to marry a wife, isn't it just a bill?leave me alone.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the more luxurious dinner was finally ready.

Looking at the table full of luxurious food with ulterior motives, Aizawa Shouta didn't dare to use his chopsticks.

The staple food is a bit raw, red bean rice, not to mention other dishes, such as seaweed, plus the red rose that Yandao got from somewhere, Aizawa Xiaota dared not put down his chopsticks at all.

"How about I feed you."

Yan Dao grabbed his chopsticks.

"It's not good." I suddenly couldn't understand the thinking of the second disease.

"What's wrong? I just say yes, no rebuttal."

"..." Fuck, who can bear this.

Aizawa Shouta couldn't taste the taste of this meal.

After the two finished clearing the table, the scene fell into a bewildered silence.

Yan Dao leaned on his chin and sat opposite Aizawa Shouta, not paying attention to what was broadcast on TV.

This man is what she likes, she likes it so much, and wants to bring it back to Hong Kong and Hei, but it's a pity that he doesn't get into the trap anyway, and she wastes so much effort to make a table of hint dishes for nothing.

It was a total failure.

Yan Dao puffed his face, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Finally, she patted the coffee table, turned over from the coffee table, stuffed herself into Aizawa Shouta's arms, faced Aizawa Shouta, and sat firmly on his lap.

Aizawa Shouta's eyes drifted down several times.

The hair that Yandao fell on his hands looked like needles, which made Aizawa Xiaota have the illusion that he was injecting glucose called love.

"Let me ask you, what does 520 mean?" She pulled Aizawa Shouta's collar and put her face in front of Aizawa Shouta.

The smell of roses and the aroma of the food that has not yet dissipated hit Aizawa Shouta's nerves together.His nerves seemed to have been soaked in three feet of frozen snow water, which made him involuntarily follow Yan Dao's thoughts.

"Speak, what does 520 mean?" Yan Dao moved closer.

I love you I like you I want to silence...

All kinds of bad thoughts flashed through Aizawa Shouta's mind, and were finally suppressed by "our country has a complete set of laws".

"We'll talk about this issue after you become an adult." Aizawa Shouta pushed her away a little, giving himself time to breathe.

Aizawa insisted on his expression and tone, but only he knew that what he said was a rebuttal. The host of Yandao was originally an adult, but he became smaller temporarily, and he could change back in a few days.

"Going down the abyss is a long way to go, what are you afraid of?" Yan Dao opened the hand on her shoulder. "What are you worried about? Isn't it good to obey me? You know, I can't get what I want."

Aizawa Shouta: ...

What have you encountered in this age group? Is your direction in Secondary School not quite right?

But before he could say anything, Yan Dao suddenly fell asleep.

Perhaps the speed of copying and upgrading is getting faster and faster. Within 10 minutes, Yan Dao woke up again.

This time it was the 18-year-old Yandao host with a complete memory.

The scene was extremely silent for a while.

In the silence, Yan Dao said tremblingly: "emmm, Xiaota, what happened?"

"What do you think?" Aizawa Sota asked back.

Fuck... I won't do anything with an age limit...

Yan Dao got up cautiously, trying to retreat from Aizawa Shouta.

However, at the next moment, Aizawa Xiaota turned over and pressed Yan Dao under him, and the hair that was a little knotted all day fell to her face.

"Let's not talk about this first, let's talk about something else."

Then he pressed down slowly, his hair blocking all the moonlight.

"Eat hot pot, drink milk tea, watch movies and set off fireworks. Huh?"

"It would be very prestigious to marry you. Huh?"

"If I don't agree, kill me. Huh?"

The pitch of the three sentences rises one by one, until the last sound trembles and is a little hoarse, it turns into a hook, and the hook makes people's hearts flutter.Pressed back on the sofa, the host of Yandao didn't know whether to cover his face or mouth or push the person away first, and the whole person was steaming out.

However, Aizawa Shouta is not over yet.

He lowered his head and exchanged a kiss with the host of Yandao, then took a slow breath and continued.

"Going down the abyss is a long way to go. Huh?"

"What does 520 mean. Huh?"

"Let me obey you. Huh?"

... On how to settle the debt left by me when I was a child?

Host of Yandao: Thank you for the invitation. I just came back from the transformation and I was on the scene. I seem to have overturned.

"You can't wait so much, why don't you see which day is better, let's get engaged."

Thunder rang.