Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

Kaisai, once the landmark of Yokohama on the leased peninsula, if the building could talk, it would definitely yell at it today.A large group of people under their feet are equipped with heavy firepower and passionate firefights, and a person floating in mid-air outside is persistently carrying out demolition, and a group of people inside are calm and steady like old dogs playing in the Shura field...?

What do you all mean?Don't unfinished buildings deserve dignity!

In the glass flower hall, Professor Rimbaud pushed Mr. Shibusawa to the ground in a rather ambiguous posture, unable to move. Since the clever young son said that this guy would not die, she put down the fruit knife in her hand and turned her face to listen. Listen to what he has to say.

"White Qilin, it's so scary!" The black-haired boy didn't give any further explanations, and turned to look at the orange-haired boy who was violently demolished outside.The slug's outburst of such terrifying fighting power seems to be angered by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's "kidnapping" behavior.But he obviously didn't expect that he, as the initiator of this game, was the "last idiot" who was counted by a circle of people...

Just very angry, hum!

The angry Mr. Shibusawa refused to stop the export of supernatural powers because "no one would dare to kill himself at the risk of becoming an enemy of the government"—in fact, it would be useless even if he stopped. Back to normal?In his filthy form, he can pull down this building and throw it out...

"I can stop the slug, but I can't get close to him?" In such an emergency, Dazai sat cross-legged on the ground jokingly, took the knife from Rimbaud and guarded Mr. Shibusawa.

"You don't have to worry about that." Miss Professor handed him the knife, barely dragged her skirt to get up from the hostage and stood up: "Please, Mr. Yuanyi."

If the supernatural ability is still under control, she will definitely go on stage and beat her son up.But now that there are other people who can do it for you, why not take this opportunity to "chat" with the little Russian brother who didn't escape in time.

When everyone's abilities are flying solo, the sick and weak department is really pitiful~

As a supernatural life form with the ability to act alone, Mr. Yuanyi looks nothing special except that he is as reliable as a mountain... The birthmark on his forehead is not counted.He is thin, gentle, peaceful, and even a little inexplicably erratic, his eyes seem to be out of focus.But when he locked on to the target who was still demolishing the building, he suddenly became extremely ferocious, and his movements could hardly be seen: the first knife cut all the floor-to-ceiling windows inlaid with stained glass, and the second knife he and orange hair When the teenagers collided, it was as if thousands of knives were slashed at the same time at the same time, which made it impossible to avoid the Zhong who released Huangba's vomit, and then the two fell to the bottom together.

In the flower hall, Rimbaud didn't worry at all whether his life experience with supernatural powers would kill his own son directly. He dragged his skirt and walked in front of Dostoevsky: "Do you say it first or I say it first?" The order of precedence represents whether the next beating will be scored six points or eight points.

Dazai sighed—it’s useless, this kind of simple threat is like a child’s play to Dostoevsky, and the torturer who really wants to know the answer will not kill him easily The goal, as long as the delay is long enough, this guy will definitely arrange for a backup to come to support.

Obviously he didn't know Rimbaud well enough.

After waiting for about 3 minutes, the Russian teenager didn't utter a single word except for a helpless smile, and the meaning was very clear.Professor Lan Bo stood up straight and nodded with a smile: "Very good, I like your temper." After speaking, he knocked the sick boy to the ground with only one hand, dragged him by the collar and hung him in the air. Outside the broken window frame that is the most circulated—there is a [-]-meter-high sky suspended under the feet.

"It's okay, you can stay here and think about it slowly, when to think clearly and when to shout." She didn't necessarily mean to pry something out of this kid's mouth. People with a religious color and a sense of mission will never speak up even if they don't want to speak up in the face of death.

It's good that she didn't kill the underage cub, but she didn't say she wouldn't take it out on him, did she?

Dostoevsky was hanging outside the fortress like this, fluttering in the wind, his unbroken arm was persistently holding on to his fluffy white hat, and Rimbaud punched his palm: "So that's it!" ! Kidnap his hat next time!"

Osamu Dazai, who wanted to help but couldn't help at all, sighed again, life is not easy...

At this time, there was a sudden violent vibration under the feet, and the Russian hanging outside was almost shaken off. When he stopped, he saw Yato behind him, wearing a yukata and flip flops, copying his hands. Sleeves, squatting in mid-air in a very indescribable posture.The local god stared curiously at the foreigner in mid-air and asked, "Why are you here? Do you have any troubles and want to commit suicide? The safe and secure takeaway god Yato can solve all your troubles for only five yen! You didn't Misunderstood! With five yen, you can neither lose nor be fooled..."

"Okay, I hung him there. Didn't you and the big country blame Yokohama for being too messy? This is one of the instigators." Professor Rimbaud took an apple from the table and threw it out, and the poor god took it and bit it His eyes widened in one mouthful: "It's delicious! Is there any more? I'll take a few back."

"Okay, you wait." At first, he wanted to tear a piece of fabric from the skirt, but Mr. Shibusawa said with his eyes that anyone who dared to tear the little skirt he made would die... So Rimbaud could only choose to tear it off. A curtain cloth.Wrapped up all the remaining apples and threw them out, Yato was happy to catch them but refused to let go: "I haven't eaten such a delicious tribute for more than 1000 years." Then he took a bite of the one in his hand: " Since I'm a senior, I don't care too much, the Great Kingdom Lord just called in tears and said that he heard the roar of the Rage God and asked me to take a look, it seems that there is nothing wrong?"

She pointed at her feet: "It should have been resolved, at least he can control his actions. I hope Chuya can withdraw his power by himself. We will wait and see."

Yato has been working in the Supernatural Secret Service Division for several years, and he is no longer aloof from human life as before, and has a better understanding of the world - the guardian asks the law enforcement officer to give his ward a few minutes to sort out his emotions, such The request is reasonable and legitimate and should not be refused.In addition, the person who spoke is his senior in the workplace, no matter what, this face must be given.

So he nodded and hugged the apple and floated back a few steps away from Dostoyevsky. He kept squatting and carefully gnawed an apple into a small apple core... he almost licked his fingers .

To say that everyone here, whether it is Mr. Mori who is still teaching the children downstairs, or the kind-hearted Russian who is floating outside the window, has not received as serious a psychological blow as Mr. Shibusawa who is lying on the ground.Please be serious, okay, I am the natural enemy of people with supernatural abilities!Do you understand the word natural enemy?

It's obviously a test of life and death, and you're all acting like you're playing, and your acting skills are better than the other, and you're more violent than the other. It seems that there is no room for honest people to live in this world...

The white-haired young man who was still lying on the ground and being pointed at by someone with a fruit knife wanted to beat the ground in grief and indignation. Who the hell would have imagined who would still listen to the words of the person with the supernatural power after the supernatural power manifested?And why do you still wear a men's suit when you go out in the middle of the night? Why!Doesn't the little skirt smell good?

Feeling aggrieved by being cheated, Mr. Shibusawa lay down neatly and buried his face in his arms.Just...just... when can I put away my supernatural powers?

Professor Rimbaud, who discovered a new way of sneaking around, flicked his skirt and played with his fingernails, pretending to remember nothing.

……

Compared with the Shura field where the painting style suddenly lost its shape in mid-air, the battle on the ground was extremely fierce.Mr. Sen couldn't bear to do anything to Alice, but he didn't want to risk his life, so the two master and slave could only chase and fight for time.It has been dragged until two "people" "fall" from the sky.A samurai in red and a boy with orange hair, the former crushed and beat the latter with the back of a knife.

Nakahara Chuya’s ability is to manipulate gravity, and the warrior is not affected by it at all. From the light golden spots shining all over his body and the polyhedral spar between his eyebrows, it can be inferred that this is probably a life form with different abilities separated from a person with different abilities ——It’s almost the same as Alice...Mr. Mori fell silent, because Alice cheerfully greeted the samurai: [Mr. Color Painting Collection].

He can deduce who is on the roof with his fingers, so this tall man with a quiet and handsome face... Although he doesn't want to admit it, there is a 90.00% possibility that it is the leader's wife's supernatural ability [color painting collection] 】.

Even if [Collection of Colored Paintings] appears as Mr. Rimbaud, he thinks it is acceptable. Why is it the image of an old-fashioned warrior?Ma'am, do you want to explain here?

However, such things as explanation and illustration do not exist at all in Professor Rimbaud.

Zhong Ye in [Dirty] form looked a little scary, but Mr. Samurai calmly restrained him in place with the cage of Jianguang, unable to move.The young man fought chaotically with brute force, he was still unable to break through by rushing from left to right, his body lying down was ready to go, when suddenly he roared towards the sky violently.The pale golden sword light was shattered into specks of light by the roar, and the cobalt blue eyes gradually regained their sanity.

[Mr. Yuanyi] He was extremely fast, seized the opportunity and quickly appeared behind the orange-haired boy, raised his hand and hit him with the handle of a knife, knocking him unconscious to the ground, the red and black markings gradually faded, and you can still hear it if you get closer The little raving that immediately fell into a deep sleep...

Mr. Samurai put away his knife and walked in front of Alice. He carefully reached out and touched the little girl's hair. He seemed to like children very much, which was in stark contrast to Miss Rimbaud's attitude of avoiding bears.I always feel that this gentleman with supernatural powers is much more reliable than his superhumans...

Mr. Mori who was thrown aside and ignored: "..."

Why is there a sense of desolation that the wife ran away with her daughter?

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mr. Shibusawa: Hit, hit... robbery!Be serious!

Professor Rimbaud: Oh (playing with nails)

Mr. Dazai: Oh (sigh)

Russian: oh (ready to bungee jump)

Native God: Oh (eating apples)

感谢在2020-02-2410:26:08~2020-02-2514:22:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Xiaoyu 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：花名未闻20瓶；晨光易染18瓶；就多睡一会16瓶；克系歌王格赫萝丝10瓶；墨染空城、草莓1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!