Earth Dimensional Snack System

Yuki Asuna: ()

Yuki Asuna: "Manager, Xiaolan, is this? No way!"

Buried in the soil: "Impossible, how is it possible!"

Hyuga Hinata: "Unacceptable."

Yuntian: "Stop, stop!"

Yun Tian: "The matter has not reached the point of irreversibility."

Yuntian: "Although the store manager has lost Xiaolan's position, the back hand that the store manager gave Xiaolan is still there. Although the store manager can't find the piece of flesh and blood, at least it still exists."

Yun Tian: "The manager's back hand is still there, so it means that Xiao Lan is very likely to be alive."

Qianhu: "Manager, can we still see Xiaolan?"

Dadao Temple Zhishi: "I will never see Xiaolan again."

Yuntian: "Of course you can. Have confidence in the store manager."

Yuli: "The first minute Xiaolan left the chat group, I missed her."

Yuntian: "Don't urge the store manager. At this time, the store manager has no choice. The only hope now lies in the store manager's back hand. I hope that the back hand will be strong and everything goes well. Xiaolan can get together with us soon."

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At this time, where is the manager's back hand?

In the world of Detective Conan!

Neon, Tokyo!

Ahhhhh!

A middle-aged uncle with a scar on his face lay on the wooden floor and screamed again and again. Yuntian No.1's right foot was twirling each other's fingers, one 90% new, and he knew the frequently maintained black 54-style 7.62. The millimeter pistol was thrown aside.

Gee!

"I told you, don't take a gun, don't take a gun, I really treat it as farting!"

"Ahhhhh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I will give you all the money and all the money!"

The middle-aged Uncle Scar was crying and screaming.

The fingerprint and password double-safe safe was opened. Yuntian No.1 found a black backpack that he didn’t know where the other party grabbed it. He threw away the books and other items in the backpack and emptied it. Yuntian No.1 began to put cash and money into the backpack. Gold bars, jewelry.

While pretending, Yuntian No.1 shook his head and sighed: "It was so happy earlier, and there is no need to suffer such pain at all, why bother."

If I knew that you, a young boy, could bring down more than fifty big sword-wielding men in one breath without injury, I would have ran away, where would I stay here and get injured and lost my private vault.

Holding his bloody right hand, the middle-aged Uncle Scar looked at the demon in front of him in fear and frantically complained in his heart.

"Okay, I will only take so much, and the rest will be used for you to go to the hospital to treat the injury. Goodbye, the green hills will not change, the green water will flow long, we are destined to see you again."

Pulling the zipper of the black backpack, Yuntian One put the backpack on her back, strode across the corridor of the moaning man, and left here.

The middle-aged Uncle Scar looked at the safe, the only remaining one thousand yuan note with one corner missing, was silent.

I really wanted to tie that kid up and hit 10,000 rounds with a gun.

what!Where's my gun?

what!The bullets and pistol clips are gone.

Walking out of a secret alley and playing with the May 4th pistol in his hand, Yuntian No.1 suddenly sighed.

There is no strength, just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, who has no power to bind a chicken, can only rely on foreign objects to defend his life.

Although I don't know why I am still alive, since I am alive, live well.

With his hands in his pockets, Yuntian No. 1 turned left and right to the bustling street, glanced at the domineering high school detective on the big-head TV, and glanced at the school uniform version of the school uniform with his fist inserted into the telegraph pole and shivered. Shinichi Kudo and Yuntian-1 showed a playful smile.

Where does the dream start?

Edogawa Conan, I can't understand you.