A Giant Baby's Road to Heroes[Comprehensive]

Father Diao likes to talk about Sigangmu's baby, especially the fact that he loves to cry, from crying with a wrinkled face at the age of three months to crying loudly at the age of one or two to crying in anger at the age of three or four. Shigaraki hated it deeply, and at the same time sensed that something was wrong with that woman.

Seeing the flustered but light-footed back of the Poké Ball, Niigaragi heaved a sigh of relief and turned to make a call, and the bell rang soon.

Shigaraki listened intently to the ringtone but faintly felt that something was wrong behind him, so he listened attentively.

click, click...

The sound of slightly scratching the floor became louder and louder, moving from the floor to the wall and then to the ceiling, quickly approaching himself.

At this time, Niugaragi instinctively didn't want to turn his head, but a shrill laughter came from his head, like the sound of claws scratching something approaching.

When that thing attacked from behind, my father's voice also rang from the phone.

whispering sound!

Sigangmu hung up the phone heavily, turned around and kicked the thing away with a clean kick.

Turning around, a certain piece of meat hit the wall and rolled down, Shigangmu fixed his eyes, and saw what it was.

A two or three-year-old child rolled on the ground a few times and crawled on the ground like a cub, gradually growing into a 30-year-old adult.

Brown curly hair, with a mole on the eyebrow, consistent with the features of the baby in the woman's hand.

"Your personality is [infantization]?" Shigaraki asked, although he was leaning against the cabinet calmly, his feet were trembling slightly.

His right foot felt like it was about to break through the whole leg bone after the flying kick.

"Yes. The smaller the body, the faster the speed, but the intelligence matches the displayed age."

No wonder he cried as a baby.

When he was three years old, although his speed was fast, he was not sensitive, otherwise he could grab his own feet and climb up.

The man's body began to shrink again. Going back to the time when he was just an adult, "the body of a teenager is more useful. It is flexible and alert. It is best used to catch people."

"Don't always pretend to be young as an old man. Do you need to do this when dealing with a five-year-old child? How unconfident you are in yourself now."

"It's so noisy!" The man immediately rushed towards Shigangmu as if he had been stabbed in the foot.

Siganmu dodged the attack sideways, and the man jumped into the air, but quickly kicked his feet on the wall and bounced back. He swung his heavy fist towards Siganmu's face. Siganki stepped back and at the same time felt the air floating under his feet. Immediately, he dodged a sweeping kick with his toes, but he soon felt that something was wrong.

He didn't jump as high or as fast as he imagined. His senses were very sensitive, but his body function couldn't keep up.

It happened to be a five-year-old body!

It is very dangerous to be stuck in mid-air, and the opponent also saw this opportunity, clenched his fist and threw it at him, but Shigaoki blocked it with both hands, but he was still sent flying.

His back hit the wall, and he felt that his whole body was not his own.

"Damn it...it's really annoying, just a mad dog, if I didn't have personality and my body is too weak, I'd just tear you up...cough..." Sidangmu sat up, but his ruthless tone was caught by his small His body and soft voice weakened most of his strength.

"You kid... you're so cute." The enemy seemed to have turned on some unexpected switch.

Shigaoki touched his painful forehead and said, "If you talk nonsense, let the dog bite you."

"Hahaha, okay... oh!" The man laughed loudly at the child's angry words, and then felt a sharp pain in his foot. He lowered his head with a sullen face, and a Shiba Inu bared its teeth and bit his foot fiercely. Embedded into the muscles, as if to bite off his leg bones.

"You have two feet. It's inconvenient if you have too many feet." Shizuoki said kindly.

"You stinky brat... Mad dog, get out of here, get out of here!" The man swung his feet, saw that Mrs. Zai wouldn't let him go, and kicked him away, and sat down with his feet hugged because of the torn muscles. "Damn beast!"

Shi Gangmu stopped Zai Tai who fell over and ran towards the door, "You did a good job." Zai Tai closed his eyes with two whimpers.

As long as they go out the back door and call out in the street to attract the attention of neighbors and passers-by, the enemy cannot succeed.

"Don't try to escape!" The enemy was chasing after him, but hearing his staggering footsteps, he absolutely couldn't catch up with him, and Siganmu smoothly turned the doorknob, and a glimmer of light penetrated in front of his eyes.

"Let go of me! Ah!" The elf ball called from the courtyard.

I was caught back...

Can't that Poké Ball be more up-to-date?

Sigangmu closed the door heavily with a cold face, put down Zaitai and ran back.

It's so annoying, why is nothing going well!

Seeing his return, the man yelled at Siganmu in surprise: "What's the matter, are you afraid?" Siganaki didn't look at him at first, but was so disturbed that he turned around and jumped up on the man's knee Punch him in the face.

"Naive." The man grabbed his fist easily, but found that it was so soft that there was no force at all, and then he was hit hard on the nose unexpectedly.

"This is for the Zaitai." After saying that, Sigangmu went to rescue the scene, and the rest of the uncle covered his nose and feet.

Shikaragi saw holding up the Poké Ball that was caught by the woman with both hands, and was being coerced towards the atrium.

"Zhuan arc..." Hong Jiaodong's voice trembled a little, and there was a look of shame on his face.

Should it be said that children's psychological endurance is too poor?

At this distance, a burst of flames could cause a lot of damage, but there was only a little thin ice on the woman's wrist, which made Niigaragi suspect that the Pokéball hadn't fought well at all.

"You're really going to cause trouble for people!" Shigaraki complained and ran towards him, kicking the woman's hand with the fastest speed and strongest force, while grabbing the elf's clothes.

Attacking is fake, but saving lives is real.

The woman smiled softly all the time, and Niigaragi didn't feel any murderous intent at all, but before he touched the hem of the Elf Ball's clothes, his ankles were tightly bound.

No warning at all!

The woman's wrist seemed to have a strange force that was not commensurate with her. She lifted the dead handle and threw it out fiercely. The dead handle flew straight for a few meters and overwhelmed a piece of camellia.

The rich scent of flowers and the dampness of the soil surrounded him, and the sore muscles all over his body also surrounded him, making it difficult to move.

He felt that today really sucks!

His ankle was grabbed and dragged, he instinctively grabbed a Ji Chamei, and almost crushed the flower with both hands.

"Come out." The woman said softly, dragged him out effortlessly, lifted him up and grabbed the poke ball together.

"Break into other people's houses in a grand manner, the adults nowadays are really rude."

Hong Jiaodong looked at Sigangmu, who was obviously ashen and unwilling to complain, and was infected by his nonchalant attitude, and his mood relaxed a lot.

The uncle in a mess came out clutching his nose, and apologized to the woman: "Sorry, Ji, brother didn't help."

The woman said softly, mockingly, "It's okay, you're a good-for-nothing brother anyway."

The uncle lowered his head.

"It's time to go." The woman ordered.

As soon as the words fell, there was a wave of heat from the hands of Sigangmu and Hongjiaodong, and their bodies immediately became soft. They watched each other's bodies shrink inch by inch, and then lost the ability to think because they were too young, so they cried instinctively .

Soon, there were only two little babies with puffy faces left in my sister's hands.

The older brother's personality is to be able to "youngen" himself, and the younger sister's personality is to be able to "youngerize" others.

The man covered the mouth and nose of the dead two with a handkerchief stained with the medicine, and the crying gradually subsided.

While Dabi was still on the road, a man and a woman turned out from the street in front of the door, each holding a child.

The weather was very hot, but the child was wrapped tightly with a wrapping cloth. Even so, the child did not cry. Although it was a bit strange, it was none of my business.

It's just that when he passed by the woman, he smelled a faint fragrance, which he could smell every time he sat in the courtyard. He couldn't help but look back at the woman.

The familiar smell made him even more eager to go home. He quickened his pace and walked towards Shimura's house, holding the almost melting ice cream in his hand.

The door was not locked, and he thought that the two guys were playing tricks again, but when he entered the door, he stayed where he was.

The yard with a lot of camellias poured down, the floor stained with unknown blood, "Frozen?" "Turn the arc?"

He walked into the house, calling the names of the two little ghosts, thinking that if this was a prank, they would never be spared, but there was no trace of them anywhere in the house.

Neither here nor there.

Only the melting ice on the table, the overwhelmed camellias in the yard and a few unidentified bloodstains in the porch, these details frightened him.

"I really lost to you, the prank succeeded, come out quickly." He compromised wearily.

No one responded.

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