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

Life is like a circle.

From where to start, you can't run back to the origin again.When travelers suddenly look back, they are often surprised to find that the starting point and the ending point are in the same place - not to put it so literaryly, but to put it simply... No matter how wild and rough you were when you were young, one day in the future there will always be a little boy who gives you a headache but is helpless Stuff makes you realize how irritating you have been.

Okay, I finally understand why I was chased and beaten by my old lady with a broom, but now I want to jump and pick up a broom to chase and beat the kid in front of me.

Zhongyuan Zhongya's nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes, and he stood in front of Rimbaud, followed by a few carrot heads, seven of them were dissatisfied, and eight of them were annoyed and stared at her.

"Mind your own business!", "Just steal some wine.", "There are so many things in PortMafia, why don't we take some?", "Can they really find out?"

She took a deep breath, she didn't care about other people's cubs, her own cubs couldn't be so stupid.The slender and beautiful long-haired woman smiled gently and slowly rolled up her sleeves: "I still have to praise you, don't I? If someone gets caught, have you thought about the consequences?"

The faces of the little brats were full of color: "Just come and save us later!", "That's right."

I should fucking bring a heavy firepower team over and stuff this group of bastards into the Juvenile Management Office's quality [-]th company.

Chuya himself felt a little ashamed, turned his head and complained to these rescued companions: "How many times have I told you, don't go to PortMafia's warehouse to steal things, and don't go to the river. There is a way to retaliate afterwards." It’s useless, can you spit it out after eating it?”

"I can find a way to get food, and I won't starve you. No matter how much other people's things are, it has nothing to do with us. You don't need to make trouble for me." Wiping off his hostility, the stubborn children shrank their necks in fright: "If you don't say it, don't say it, why are you so fierce!"

They were all children, and no one would give in when they got angry. They gave her a hateful look, as if they were complaining about the changes she had brought, and then turned around and ran out to disperse.

"They're all just kids and don't understand anything." All his companions ran away, and there was no one left. The young boy put his hands in his pockets and hunched his back, looking for the pebbles and kicking them again and again.

She had already rolled up her sleeves at this moment, unbuttoned the strict abstinence and somewhat obstructive buttons on her shirt, raised her arms and turned them a few times to make sure that her activities were not restricted.The next moment, pale gold enveloped this small open space, and she pinned the boy's head and smashed him directly into the ground: "You're fucking stupid yourself!"

This guy doesn't pay much attention to his words when he gets angry, and his temper is exactly the same.Zhong, who was pinned to the ground and beaten up, was also dumbfounded. He had never suffered such a loss since he could remember. He bent his elbow and grabbed her wrist and wanted to fight back: "Fuck! You fucking wait for me!"

"I am your father, who is your uncle with? I, I will beat you to death on the spot today, so as not to let you go out to be bullied and humiliated by others!" When it comes to street fighting skills, she absolutely Not inferior to any little overlord, he smashed his knee on the boy's back through the subspace barrier, and punched him on the back with his other free hand, obviously full of taste: "Fuck! You loose Open! Don’t let me use my supernatural power anymore!”

The little boy kicked and scratched his hands and feet until the dust flew up. She let go of her knees but still held his head: "You fucking use it! You are the only one with supernatural powers, right? You are the only one who can fight? What's in your fucking mind? Do you have any brains? You are still reluctant to cut a few brats who have stepped on your face? How long can you help them? For a lifetime? Do you owe people money or life? How old is the mother? Do you owe it?!"

A series of PortMafia quality representatives, Nakahara Chuya lit up with red and black light all over his body, tearing apart the golden space like a burning flame. After breaking free from control, the boy flew up and kicked her arm. Rimbaud raised his palm in time to release the subspace body to isolate and Blocking his attack: "You fucking dare to fight back?"

Under normal circumstances, when parents vent their anger on their cubs, they should ignore her, let her babble enough, and the matter will probably be over. As long as you don’t do the same thing in the same place, the mother will not remember to turn over the old score .But if you insist on arguing with her, it's over. She has lived for so long, and I don't know how many people she has fought with. She has rich experience in both quarrels and people. If she is a fighter, then summon a partner to develop into a Mixed doubles...the consequences are even more serious.This is why sons often live to be three or 50 years old and still be drunk to their knees by their mother's roar.

Don't be tough, and your ears will suffer a little. If you have to be tough, she will make things happen even if you have nothing to do.

The problem is that Mr. Zhongyuan thought he had stuffed the script of "a gentle and beautiful big sister and a cute younger brother". Unexpectedly, after Ms. Rimbaud took it, she changed it to "the prodigal son's mother and the prodigal son"... Is it different from what you said?

The leader of PortMafia who recovered his memory was equivalent to returning to the peak state directly, and his MP and HP were geometrically doubled.Force speed double A, the manipulation of the subspace is as precise as the control of the limbs, and it is easier to clean up a small gangster who has become so big on the street than to eat small biscuits.

The orange-haired boy found that he couldn't beat this "big sister", let alone being unable to escape from the range covered by the golden space, and when he opened the distance and rushed up, he was thrown out by her arms and legs, or was pressed again Press your head to the ground.

No, your force value is different from your appearance, right?

Being pinned to the ground again and unable to move, he suddenly found a big blind spot: "Have you recovered your memory?" Or did you not lose your memory at all?Am I being scammed?

She was too involved in beating the cubs and forgot to save the vest, so she simply smashed the jar and messed around: "What happened to the memory recovery? Memory recovery can't deal with you?"

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

No, what's the point of me suffering this meal?

It's not interesting to fight any more, she let go of the subspace, fell back and sat directly on the dusty ground, propped her chin and looked at the orange-haired boy who jumped up and sat like this: "You look like this , No way. They have been spoiled, not only don't know how to be grateful, but I'm afraid they will also resent because they can't get more."

"They're all just kids who don't understand anything..." He was trying to find an excuse like an old mother with ducklings on her back. , you understand?"

"Huh ╯^╰!"

I just don't want to be beaten, I'm definitely not afraid of you!

She stretched out her hand and pulled the too small cub into her arms, rubbing his orange hair for warmth: "Little idiot."

It's not that one passion can be exchanged for another passion, I knew about this earlier than you.

After he managed to break free from the clutches of the clutches and tried to calm down the bloated hair, there were scattered footsteps outside, led by a white-haired boy who was a little taller than Zhongye.

He thought the boy was here to persuade them to fight, and he raised his hand to tell them that he was not defeated or beaten. Unexpectedly, these older children gathered around the door, took out stones from their pockets, and threw them at Rimbaud: "You go! You are not welcome here, mind your own business!"

She didn't use the subspace to stop these small stones. The sharp edges and corners of the stones scratched the side of the face, bringing out several bloodstains, and the brown eyes kept rolling with pure darkness.

You see, this is the consequence of your constant indulgence, compromise, and tolerance—not everyone deserves your kindness.

The young man who couldn't imagine such a development was stunned for a moment, then angrily stretched out his arms to block the middle and walked towards his self-identified "companion": "What are you doing!?"

"Zhongye, drive her away." The white-haired boy took a step forward: "You can just lie to us that she is your sister. Outsiders are not welcome to point fingers at Yang's territory."

"She's a PortMafia, right? You said you would kill all PortMafia to avenge your former partners."

A child's malice is the deepest and darkest malice in the world, which originates from the evil thoughts in nature, and is only evil for the sake of evil.The orange-haired boy opened his eyes wide: "She didn't..." He turned to look at her and asked for confirmation: "You haven't hurt the sheep, have you?"

She lowered her head, her eyes were slightly covered by her forehead hair: "No, I have."

"Ah..." He made a weak voice, as if someone had choked his throat.

Why not lie?Why admit it?You are like this...what do you want me to do?

The long-haired woman raised her head, her eyes were free and cold, and her temperament changed from a flowery spring to a cold winter: "Two years ago, I personally crushed a child who ran into the port to death."

The child cried and said that he didn't want to die until he died, but there was no way. The doctor tried his best to save the small white/powder things in the abdominal cavity of the ruptured intestine.The children who were tricked into "making big money" died on the streets in the cold winter night, and withered before they had time to bloom.

The flame of anger was ignited again, and he rushed towards her with a black turbid current of floating red flames——

"Hey hey~ Let's stop here, don't use your ignorance and incompetence to trouble others anymore~" The black-haired boy covered in bandages rushed out from the corner and grabbed his wrist, the light in his iris eyes couldn't tell the difference between joy, anger, sorrow, and joy , the flame quietly extinguished with his contact and dissipated.

The fist barely stopped before her vitals.

Dazai is not good at fighting with people, so Chuya threw him out with a wave of his hand. The long-haired woman who had been standing still moved, and took off the overly aggressive tension for him between the little thing and the telephone pole. Strength.

Without using supernatural powers, she only relied on the strength of her body to resist anger. She took half a step back, put down the black-haired boy in her arms, and rubbed his fluffy hair: "What are you messing with, go back and train more!" technique."

"I'm here to pick you up. Dr. Sen is furious. If it were him, he would probably throw all of these nasty little things into the sea." He smiled obediently, softly and innocently: "There are really few rude people in this world who dare to throw stones and fists at the leader of PortMafia."

"Right, BOSS?" He snapped his fingers, and countless men in black with guns appeared and completely sealed off the place, not even a mouse could get out.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Zaan mother and son

quality representative

fight online

Little black mud

stable performance

Young age

A smell of green tea and white lotus

Let me go back to the blood... You will find that my saved manuscripts are much more refined than the ones written and posted...