Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

Along the way, Ming Yang relied on his hearing which was countless times better than ordinary people to hear whispers about them.

"It's said that Japanese school uniforms look good, but it's not because of them. Look at the one in front. It's tall and straight. My god, those long legs make your mouth water."

Speaking of Sanada, the appraisal is complete.

"There's also the one next to the tall one. Nima looks too beautiful! Doesn't it mean that the Japanese are not as big|sky|chaoyan as us? Nima is definitely a mixed race. I bet a cucumber, he It must be a quarter of the blood of the Heaven | Dynasty. Those beautiful eyes are definitely the proof of the mixed blood of the Heaven | Dynasty."

This is talking about...myself, sister, why don't you become a detective, and she was right.Her mother is the young lady who was educated by a scholarly family from a family of artists in Jiangnan, China. She is a well-known beauty. When she married his father at that time, I don't know how many people were surprised.And Mingyang's facial features inherited grandma's profundity, much deeper than the average Asian's facial features, only the skin and eyes inherited the mother's delicacy and charm.

"There is also that young lady who is so beautiful and has very fair skin. The school uniform is still a short skirt. When will our school uniform come to such a style, I can wear it every day."

This is about class flower Mochizuki Lingnai.

Ming Yang turned his head and glanced at the girls who had just identified his group along the way.

His clear blue and white sports uniforms are not very good-looking, but they reveal a lively youthful vitality. Looking at a few girls, wearing high ponytails and smiling, how elegant and elegant their smiles are, I feel His eyes, and one by one smiled and waved to greet him, how reserved and reserved the gestures were.There is an air of demeanor cultivated by a long-standing prestigious school all over his body.

Ming Yang raised his forehead silently in his heart, this kind of aura is too familiar, when he was in the Asian League security base, all the well-organized and beautiful girls were all the elite female schoolmasters of the research institute in front of outsiders, Once in private, she can't hold back her funny temperament.

It's so familiar... nostalgic.

Ming Yang raised the corners of his mouth to look away, but just as he turned his head, a roar filled his ears which was difficult to detect with ordinary people's ear strength.

"Damn it, he's looking at my sister. He's looking at my sister with his pair of prosperous and beautiful eyes from the great heaven|chao."

"Emma, ​​I haven't washed my face for a week. After all, this face has been admired by a pair of prosperous and beautiful eyes, and I feel beautiful when I think about it!"

"He is also cute today!"

Ming Yang: "..." The beauties of Datian|chao are indeed so beautiful no matter where they are.

Sanada's eyes fell on Naruo's slightly raised mouth, that smile was tender and nostalgic, remembering the past that this familiar land gave him that he had never participated in.

The feeling of being excluded eroded his heart into mottled mottled like sex.

"Uncle, I'm so happy to come to Beijing." Mingyang stretched out his hand to hook Sanada's clothes, and whispered in his ear.

Sanada tugged at the corner of his lips with a hint of a smile.

Time is indifferent and does not give anyone preferential treatment. The past is the past, and no one can go back and experience it again. However, the heart is always soft. As long as you are willing, you can extract the past time from the cage of memory and share it with those who want to know that person.

One day, the time that once belonged to Naruo Inaba will be stained with traces of Genichiro Sanada.

The night is light and the neon lights are flashing.

Layer upon layer of translucent gauze covers the large and luxurious circular sofa, outlining a hazy ambiguity for no reason.

However, there are several teenagers inside the gauze tent.

Naruo leaned lazily on the sofa, Sanada sat next to him with a calm face, and opposite them sat a man in a white shirt.

His facial features are handsome, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, his posture is elegant and leisurely, with innate grace and luxury, but his face is between a teenager and a young man. Anyone who looks at it will think that he is a young master raised by a scholarly family.

This man's name is Yilin, and his name is not very strange, but in the entire dark world of China, few people dare to call this name directly in a relaxed tone.

China's Panlongtang, along with the ancient oriental kingdom that has been passed down for 5000 years, has continued to dominate the dark world.

An unshakable colossus in a dark world.

But now, this 19-year-old boy who still has a trace of childishness has become the helm of this behemoth.

Ming Yang gently shook the goblet in his hand, the dark red liquid swayed across the wall of the cup in a hazy bend of color, rippling out a faint fragrance.

"The news is really well-informed." Ming Yang looked at Yi Lin and said softly.

Yi Lin chuckled: "Little Martial Uncle has been like a cat whose tail has been stepped on for the past two days, I managed to get along with it."

Ming Yang rolled his eyes, "Everyone says I'm here for a school trip, and you insist on finding something for me to do."

Yilin's smile faded: "When people live for a long time, their hearts grow, and those who rely on the old and sell the old will naturally come to the door."

"Heh!" Ming Yang snorted and laughed: "I finally came here and you never let me go."

However, Yilin turned his gaze to Sanada, and his tone was very friendly and there was a sense of appreciation: "I'm afraid I will disturb your elegant mood this time. Let's get together after the matter is over. I still want to be like Sanada for some things." Your advice."

Sanada was slightly surprised, he thought that there was nothing worth asking for advice from such a powerful hall master.

Yilin smiled: "There are not many people that Yimou admires, so Sanada-kun doesn't have to be humble. In short, I hope to have more exchanges with Sanada-kun in the future, and the friendship will last forever."

Sanada was still confused, but Mingyang rolled his eyes impatiently and said: "You, surnamed Yi, talk a lot of nonsense! Are you talking about business now?"

Yilin turned to look at him and said, "Isn't the business already decided?"

Ming Yang raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a piercing coldness in his eyes: "The centipedes are dead but not stiff, since we must not leave any of them behind."

"That's natural, the bait is ready-made." Yilin smiled slightly, with an elegant and gentle taste, as if killing and cutting were talking and laughing.

This kind of person is supposed to be not the same kind of person as Naruto. The two of them reached a cooperation in Japan two years ago by chance. They only met once during this period, but they never doubted each other.

Sometimes Mingyang's actions are always incomprehensible to others. He has been in Jikong for two years, and he doesn't trust anyone except Xianyuan Jingsi and his brother.You said he was suspicious, but he wholeheartedly believed in Yilin who had only met twice.

I am afraid that apart from the parties themselves, no one can believe that people who have only met two sides can trust each other with their lives!

It is precisely because of this that as soon as Ming Yang stepped into China's territory, many interested people in Panlongtang probably knew his whereabouts and waited in the dark.He also identified his purpose of coming to China.

Leopold, once abducted by Yazhi Inaba from the Isle of Wight in England but cut off halfway by Liang Xiao, is still imprisoned in Panlongtang.

Naruo Inaba needs Leopold's help if he wants the dragon's egg in his hand to hatch.

All of a sudden, there was an undercurrent surging inside the Panlong Hall.

If the current situation of Jikong's four-legged confrontation with each other is complicated, then the internal forces of Panlongtang, which has been passed down for thousands of years, are not known to be many times more complicated than Jikong.

There is no action yet, and a bottomless pool of water has been muddied.

This situation came to a head with Leopold's disappearance again.

Leopold, who was imprisoned in the Nine Dragon Formation of Panlongtang, seemed to disappear out of thin air, on the second night after Mingyang arrived in China.

Ming Yang didn't seem to be affected at all. On the third day, he woke up early as usual and went to Yanjing Middle School to experience college life with his classmates.He played until dark before returning to the hotel, and saw Liang Xiao as soon as he returned to the hotel, obviously waiting for Ming Yang.

Sanada glanced at Liang Xiao and said to Ming Yang: "I'll go back to my room first, remember to come back early."

Ming Yang waved to Sanada before turning to look at Liang Xiao: "What do you want from me?"

Liang Xiao rolled his eyes, took Ming Yang to a tea restaurant outside the hotel, entered a box and said, "This is what I promised you." He threw away his hand while Ming Yang raised his hand and grabbed it firmly. In his hand, a small black ball the size of a quail egg glowed faintly in Ming Yang's palm, it was the egg of a magic dragon.

Naruto pinched the dragon's egg and took a look. A small section of the Yaksha condensed into a black chain in his hand, with a hollow ball hanging on it. Once the dragon's egg was put inside, it would be the same as the one he was wearing. The chain around his neck is generally the same, except that the dragon's egg he wore before has now lodged in Sanada's body.

Liang Xiao looked at Ming Yang quietly and said, "I didn't expect that you and that little wolf cub could trust each other so much."

Ming Yang stuffed the chain around his neck into his clothes, his dark eyes were silent, and he said in a mocking tone: "Are you jealous?"

Liang Xiao rolled his eyes: "Fart, I'm too lazy to accompany you to play these tricks for power and profit, why should I be jealous?" He picked up the good dragon well on the table and drank it down, but he couldn't say anything. Bitterness, he thought to himself, that's right, I'm just jealous!

How can you not be jealous, from a child who can't speak a word was picked up by Lao Tzu to be raised so big, but now he can't even compare to a person who hasn't met a few times, this heart is almost ruined by Huang Lian, Lao Tzu Why can't you be jealous?

The Panlong Hall has been passed down for thousands of years, and the winding and winding privacy inside may not be able to be talked about in a lifetime. Can the old guys who have lived for a long time be convinced to let a 19-year-old boy control such a behemoth?The past two years seem to be calm, but in fact, the water inside has long been muddy.

That wolf cub chose Naruo Inaba even though he was excluded. It is not an exaggeration to say that that kind of trust is life and death. It seems that the two of them have already secretly communicated with each other and are just waiting for those old guys to hold back. Stop doing it, but I am like a fool who still doesn't know anything.

He just couldn't figure it out, how did these two hook up?

Maybe it was Liang Xiao's attitude of drinking tea as wine to relieve his worries, which was so wronged and pitiful, Mingyang sighed impatiently: "What are you thinking! Yilin excluded you because he wanted to Protecting you, are you trying to get on the horns? Are you still a man?"

Liang Xiao put down his teacup and stared: "It's because I'm a man that I don't care about being protected like a woman! I raised him, so who cares about his protection!"

"If you don't feel so awkward, you can die!" Ming Yang looked at him quietly: "If you have the spare time all day to think about these things, it's better to do something to make Yilin feel at ease, and let him do less trouble for you. Let's have some snacks! Also, why do women have to be protected by men! Now the female men are so fierce! It is a blessing to be protected, and why do you care about men and women! Besides, you think I want to mess with Panlongtang Infighting? It’s not Panlongtang’s business anymore, it’s deeply involved.”

The relationship between him and Yilin is not close on the surface, even Liang Xiao, who is most trusted by Yilin, doesn't know the cooperative relationship between the two, let alone the other people in Panlongtang?It stands to reason that there is no need to involve him, an outsider, in the battle for power within Panlongtang, but as soon as he arrived in Beijing, Leopold disappeared, and he, an outsider, was definitely going to be involved.

Liang Xiao said with a sarcasm: "In order to deal with Ah Lin, those old guys don't even want to lose face and join forces with outsiders. The Panlongtang, which has been passed down for thousands of years, let a group of foreign devils point their fingers at them for power." He looked at Ming Yang and said: "You mean it was Zero who got you involved? They wanted to take the opportunity to kill you?"

Ming Yang looked at Liang Xiao with a half-smile and said, "It's not just Zero? The water here is deep."

After being told by Ming Yang, Liang Xiao suddenly felt a little sluggish again, he was just not suitable for doing things with conspiracies and schemes.Looking at Mingyang's slightly contemptuous eyes, I feel even more uncomfortable, anyway, he is just a two hundred and fifty who can't do these conspiracies and tricks, and can't compare with them eighteen minded people, what the hell!After a while, he asked again: "What did you just say to make Yilin feel at ease?"

Ming Yang stood up and walked out, saying as he walked, "Let Yilin free his right hand earlier!"

Liang Xiao looked at Mingyang out of the box inexplicably, and after pondering for a long time, he suddenly realized, and then his face turned red and he roared angrily: "Mingyang Inaba, you dead boy!!"

Over there, Ming Yang wandered back to the hotel long ago.