Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

Mingyang is used to the Chinese New Year, so he doesn't have much feeling for New Year's Day, but Hanin Jingji is an authentic Japanese, and he still attaches great importance to the New Year.

Xianyuan Jingsi is a workaholic, and his home is basically the extremely empty office, so it is only natural that he spends the New Year in the extremely empty office.

Naruto didn't know much about Japanese New Year's traditions, so he didn't worry about it. An Anxin lay on the sofa, played games and ate snacks. The little monster nestled in his arms, and occasionally poked his head out to beg for snacks from Naruto.Ming Yang fell asleep without knowing it while playing.The little monster flicked its tail and fell asleep in Ming Yang's arms.

Chong Ye Minhui took a blanket and covered Ming Yang's body, and seeing Ming Yang's flushed face, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

When Naruto woke up, it was already night, and he ate soba noodles with Kanin Kyoji, and after the clock struck zero, he got up and left Jikong after receiving the red envelope from Kanin Kyoji.

Chong Ye Minhui has been sending Ming Yang out of the gate of Jikong, and it is raining lightly outside, adding a sense of desertedness to the festive atmosphere for no reason.

Ming Yang yawned long, with a lazy flush on his face.

"Master Mingyang..."

Ming Yang stretched out his fingers to stroke his forehead, and it really felt hot.He stood up, stretched his waist and said to Ye Minhui, "Don't follow me all the time, it's not the first time."

"But in this special period, in case there is any accident..."

The corner of Mingyang's mouth curled up, and his smile was ironic: "Even if I hide in the sky and don't go out, they can still make me unhappy." What? Girls are too worried about getting wrinkles!"

Chong Ye Minhui couldn't help but let Ming Yang leave Jikong alone.

Mingyang held the umbrella and walked unhurriedly, the raindrops fell on the transparent plastic umbrella surface and slid out a series of meandering water trails.

Walking through the bustling streets, and continuing to move forward, the brilliant lights were left behind, and merged into a darkness with a hazy cold light.

An invisible sense of oppression emerged in the air, and the vortex formed by the strong air current caused the rain to change its original trajectory.

Naruto narrowed his eyes slightly, Yasha swayed and twisted like a living thing in his hand.The little monster poked its head out of his clothes, its dark purple pupils vigilantly patrolling.

I don't know how many times this has been besieged because of the dragon's egg.

Zero really has a good plan. The news of the release of the dragon's egg can not only cause chaos in the sky, but also test the depth of the second lesson and the whereabouts of the dragon's egg.

I really don't know whether to say that Abel Wood is not tired of this kind of game of scheming people from behind, or that he still hasn't made any progress in this trick after so long.

Naruto threw away the umbrella in his hand, and Yasha rushed out at the same time.

The fast-flickering black shadows merged with the night, and high-rise buildings and steel bridges could no longer be obstacles to these special abilities wandering in the dark world.

In the dark rainy night, the wrestling figures turned into black afterimages.

On the huge steel bridge, the tapered slope protection on both sides of the bridge deck is composed of steel columns as thick as an arm. Yaksha turned into a long whip and shuttled between the steel columns like a spirit snake. The blood splashed by the long whip fell on the ground. On the bridge surface, it was diluted by raindrops little by little into a pale residual red.

The sharp edge of the blade stabbing from the front flashed brightly and brushed against the side of Mingyang's face, the Yaksha in the hand of Mingyang's waist suddenly rushed over, and the long whip turned into a slender sharp arrow and passed directly through the throat .

However, at that moment, a chilling and majestic force swept across the sky from behind him. At that moment, time seemed to slow down hundreds of times. He clearly felt it but was powerless to avoid it.

A sharp pain came from his right shoulder, and within a few seconds, the sharp claw penetrated his right shoulder, and it was tightly choking his neck at this moment, his whole body was like a weightless puppet He was lifted up in general, but the exquisite puppet was now in a state of distress. The rain soaked his black hair and rolled down his face carved from ice and snow. The blood on his right shoulder mixed with the rain from his weak body. The hanging arms meandered down, revealing a dull scarlet.

The little monster hid in Ming Yang's arms and shivered. Facing the strong sense of oppression, the coercion originating from the depths of his blood made him unable to move at all.

Ming Yang raised his head with some difficulty, the person opposite was wrapped in a black cloak, and his entire face was hidden in the shadows.

A sneer twitched at the corner of Ming Yang's mouth, his dark pupils were full of disgust, Xin Dao finally couldn't help but do it.

The fingers pinching his neck suddenly tightened until Ming Yang's face turned an ugly blue-gray, then the man said leisurely: "Don't use this face similar to his to put on such a look, it's just too ugly .”

"Abel Wood!" A sneer flashed in Ming Yang's slightly narrowed eyes: "I didn't expect to be unable to pretend so soon! Is this your new trick? It's really... impressive... At least this time, it's not like before, only daring to hide behind people and make trouble..."

Abel Wood's face was hidden in the darkness, but his voice remained unchanged, with a haughty and stern tone: "Where is he?"

Naruto's face was as cold as frost, and Yasha turned into a long whip that flew out to tightly wrap around the steel pillars on the bridge, and kicked towards Abel Wood with a sharp wind on his toes, and the suffocating feeling on his neck disappeared instantly. , Ming Yang's body was thrown out of the bridge, and roaring waves rolled under his falling body.

Naruto's body turned sharply in the air, and his toes were on the steel pillars of the bridge. The whole person rushed straight up as if he had no weight.

In just a few seconds, the two exchanged hundreds of moves. On the surface, it seemed that the two were on par, but in fact, Ming Yang had reached the end of his battle.

Abel Wood seems to be very loyal to Bee, like a cruel game of cat and mouse.

"Tell me where the other is!"

Ming Yang sneered: "Why bother to ask when I know it's impossible to tell you?"

Abel Wood's eyes became colder: "You really think I won't kill you?"

Mingyang sneered slightly: "It's not that you don't know how, but you dare not."

The appearance of the mutant dragon and the egg of the dragon not only planted a lead for Jikong, but also for the entire dark world. Any little thing related to it may become the spark that ignites the first barrel.

Naruo Inaba is not an ordinary person with special abilities. It is one thing to sneak attack on him, but if he is really killed, the nature of the incident will immediately rise to a dispute between the dark worlds of the two countries.

Abel Wood has grown from an ordinary person to a member of the dark world with a shallow foundation. There are too many things that can constrain him. He is not yet strong enough to do whatever he wants. Now he simply cannot bear the consequences of killing Naruo Inaba.

And for him, there are more important reasons not to kill him easily.

Regarding Ming Yang's words, Abel Wood did not refute, and even smiled in a good mood, his voice sounded with infinite joy: "So as long as you don't die." In an instant, if it wasn't for Ming Yang who was born in the end of the world and was good at killing, fighting has long been a part of the body. If the intuition of danger is far beyond that of this world's special ability person, it is estimated that the skin of the neck was not cut but the entire carotid artery up.

The blood spattered on his face with a slightly hot sticky feeling, Ming Yang's body fell from the top of the bridge, and the icy river water instantly engulfed his body.

There is still light rain in the sky, and the cold night in the rain is an unsatisfactory New Year's Eve this year.

On the high-rise building where the cold wind was blowing, Mayfair D. Clark slightly narrowed his eyes with red eyeliner, licked his red lips with the tip of his tongue, and his fiery red waist-length hair spread out in the cold wind to cover his eyes. The light blocked the pair of blurred eyes with a creepy sense of madness. After he witnessed everything on the bridge, he turned his head and asked the man who had been silently following him: "Boris , what is the strength of the legendary dragon mutant who is far more powerful than the force?"

The man he called Boris was tall, tall, and had very ordinary facial features, but he had a pair of silver-gray vertical pupils that were completely different from human beings, like a beast with a sharp and cold sense of sharpness.He was silent for a while before saying: "That's all." His tone was calm without any contempt, and he was in a standard matter-of-fact manner. After a pause, he spoke again: "It's Naruo Inaba...it feels a little strange."

Mayfair D. Clark raised the corners of his mouth with great interest. He himself has that kind of indistinguishable appearance, with a sense of enchantment beyond gender, but at the same time he feels very dangerous, like A brightly colored venomous snake.

He slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? You think he's hiding his strength?"

"That's not true." Boris shook his head decisively: "It's just a strange intuition."

Mayfair D. Clark's mouth curled up into a smile, his fingers with red nails inserted into his hair, his eyes shrank sharply due to excitement, he slightly raised his head and murmured to himself: "Sure enough, I see The children in the middle are the most interesting, and I came to Japan from the United States on purpose without wasting any time. Just find a chance to try it out!"

The man nodded slightly, remaining silent as usual.

Kanagawa, Sanada residence.

Japan has the custom of going to temples or temples to worship after the bells ring on New Year's Eve, usually the whole family goes out together.

This year's New Year's Eve, it rained non-stop, Sasuke was allowed to stay at home because of a cold, and Sanada, who was hugged by Sasuke and refused to leave, was also absent from the Sanada family's annual worship.

Sasuke was drowsy when he caught a cold, and it was very rare to be able to last past midnight. He was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Sanada touched Sasuke's forehead to make sure there was no fever before he was relieved.

Back in the room, the ticking of the clock in the silent space became very clear.

Nearly half a month has passed since that incident. Although the family members don't know what happened at that time, they still have lingering fears about it.This matter seems to have become a taboo in the Sanada family, and no one mentions it anymore.

Sanada closed his eyes, and time seemed to go back to that absurd night at the beginning. The memory was like a flowing dark stream, and there was a kind of gentle and quiet beauty in the darkness and desolation.

As long as you think about it for a while, it is as real as if it is printed in front of your eyes.

chirp... chirp... chirp...

click...click...click...

Sanada opened his eyes suddenly, he was not even sure whether the sound mixed with the click of the clock in the air was real or an auditory hallucination caused by his too clear memory.

He walked to the window in a few steps, so hard that the back of his hand holding the handle of the window was veined.

The moment the window was opened, the chilly night wind and the damp rain with a gloomy atmosphere swept over unscrupulously from the window.

The tentacles were a piece of water that seemed to have been frozen with a bone-chilling chill. It was so cold that people wanted to withdraw their hands immediately, but Sanada stretched out his hands to hug the bone-piercing ice.

"There's a family named Sanada nearby. I wonder if it's such a coincidence. Well, it looks like I'm lucky, isn't it?"

Sanada frowned fiercely, the strong and pungent smell of blood mixed with the bone-scraping cold wind spread wantonly in the dark night.

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Little angels, feel free to ask if you have any opinions, don’t you even have the desire to complain (crying sadly)