Blessing the protagonist from Naruto

His body trembled when he was called by his name. Since coming here, he has been sitting here obediently, without saying a word, looking down at the tabletop, not daring to move, as if he was holding it more than two hours ago. The knife threatened the other person.

He absolutely didn't say anything, he didn't say his name, he didn't say his address, he didn't say his card number and password, or even he didn't walk into this store.

But how does he sit here?

Secretly glanced at his shadow on the side window from the corner of his eye, he seemed to see that there were two antennas on his head, and the bursts of phantom pain made him shrink again.

"The law... the law stipulates that the magic knight... can't use abilities without authorization, shoot against ordinary people... you are to be held accountable!"

At this time, he talked about the law, which was ridiculous. He had never cared about such things before. His father told him, whatever, as long as no life was lost, everything would be resolved.

For many things, he can achieve what he wants without a strong method. He is not a stupid, and he does not deliberately seek out those gang members. He walks around on his own initiative, and nothing has happened in these years.

He has always walked around those dangers, but why did he take the initiative to find the door for such things.

"The law must have said that using a knife to cause injury is an intentional injury and a criminal case!" The black girl said disdainfully.

"You said that you were held accountable. "The police chief’s son was raped. Attempted rape was stopped by a ten-year-old child." It is legendary and explosive. It is still on a moral high and involves your own daughter. My father must like this kind of news very much. By the way, he runs a newspaper." The glasses girl smiled like a fox.

Both of them have a little background. The heroic life-saving scenes have come a dozen times. How can they run into someone with an unusual identity? Those with an average identity have already returned home to be good girls. There is a hangover in a bar. Very free, but one occurrence of this kind of thing is enough for them to remember for half a lifetime, and the rest is not the true food and clothing, people who live crookedly, how can they play with him under his bewitching and find excitement.

In this respect, these two women are no different from the man opposite, or even worse.

"Okay, don't bully him. It's quite boring now. Come on and talk about the follow-up of the last time your father held the female anchor's ass during the interview. What happened after that? ?"

"How did you know!"

The scream caught the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

This is the secret of their father and son, how could a fourth person know it!

"Excuse me, this is the chocolate sundae you ordered. Please be quiet and don't disturb other guests."The waiter left after a little reminder.

"Calm, you said it yourself."

"You...what did you do to me?"

He seems to have feelings, memories, and knows what's going on, but he really wants such a nightmare.

"Eh! Don't you know? I've filmed the whole process, do you want to see it? Magic knight, really amazing, this kind of thing is fine." The black hot girl shook her phone and said.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't use magic. That's medicine. When I beat you, it's physical arts. I don't have any magic power from start to finish."

"The brain is divided into working areas. Some control memory, some control movement, some control breathing, heartbeat, and digestion, and some are responsible for visual and auditory reflexes. As long as you use needles to stimulate the corresponding parts, you can get the corresponding reaction."

"It's the same principle as acupuncture. In fact, it's the same as talking in a dream. I just need to stimulate your memory area, and you can say whatever you ask."

That's it. Two hours ago, Bai Shilong used this method to interrogate Fujiwara Tree.

Without consciousness, asking questions and answering questions, he looked like a robot with an antenna inserted.

It's like being half-wake and half-awake in a dream, between conscious and unconscious, vaguely knowing what happened, and can't remember the specific process, like being manipulated like a puppet.

It was because of the experience that he didn't dare to think deeply, so that he was as honest as he is now, and that nightmare made him feel cold even if he was thinking back.

"But you don’t have to worry about it. This is just for our conversation to be more straightforward and to save boring politeness. It will not be used to threaten you. If you don’t believe me, I can tell you some shame about them. ."

Longya's words made the two of them blush.

He firmly believes that fist is a way of talking, and is the most effective way to prove that both parties can talk. He and Naruto have said that only those who can not be beaten to death by him are qualified to communicate with him. Without proving your own strength, how can you prove that your words are worth listening to?

However, he is in favor of violence but opposed to coercion.

Just like that saying, everything has its value. If you can't trade it, it must be something wrong.

Kicking people into the mire with one foot is very different from letting people choose for themselves and actively jumping into the mire to stain oneself with filth. This is very different.

He always takes the next step when the other party actively requests it, and he is quite contractual.

Perhaps because of this, after he defected from Iwanobu, the village's attitude towards him was polarized.

Hungry ghosts that eat people and sweet poison.

He felt that life had started again, and the previous method could still be used.

"Everyone is a badass. It's the right thing to help each other of the same kind. Team Yamaga, right? This is the scope of my ability, I can help."

The silver spoon digged a large piece of ice cream and put it in his mouth. The rich and rich taste immediately captured him.

The chocolate he used to eat was all processed products, which were used as a substitute for liangliang pill. The taste was so sweet that it was very sweet, and it was bitter to smelly, and it was completely pill. This bitterness is sweet and sweet. The bitter taste only exists in his memory.

The surface is sprinkled with a layer of colored sugar particles, the coffee-colored ice cream spirally surrounds and stands tall, the transparent glass is hung with dewdrops, and a piece of absorbent paper is intimately placed under it.

The fragrant smell still surrounds the mouth, the spoonful that he just dug out is too cruel, the whole point is eaten by him in one bite, now it looks like it is half missing.

I regret why I only ordered one.

I took another scoop, not only the soft ice cream with rich chocolate flavor, but also the nutty crushed, hard, granular touch that gave people another enjoyment.

Frowned.

He kind of understood why the two of them didn't order.

The taste of dark chocolate is very strong, but it is too strong, this level is good for him, but for girls, the bitterness is a bit strong.

The omelet just now thought that this shop would be more feminine, but now it seems that the boss is still a bit of personality.

"Then what do you want?"

A little eye to see, did you see that he was enjoying the food!

"Waiter, chocolate ice cream, four more."

"Give me your cell phone."

With such a son, he doesn't believe that Lao Tzu can be a good thing. His collection is basically given away. Now he is super poor, and he has to make a new income for his activities.