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There is another fist mark on the cheek, which is symmetrical.

"You have no abilities!" The man looked at Saitama in surprise, and finally panicked.

A powerful supernatural being, even the weakest supernatural being, is usually not strong enough when facing ordinary people without supernatural powers.

Finally, the man swelled into a pig's head.

Saitama withdrew his fist, stepped forward to turn off the power switch, and tore off the wires on Atsushi Nakajima.

"Mr. Saitama?"

"Ah?" Saitama looked into the eyes of the little boy with a slow response, then suddenly reached out and touched his head lightly.

"It hurts." Atsushi Nakajima's eyes quickly filled with tears, "I'm going to die of pain."

The pain was so painful that I passed out several times.

I don't know how many times I passed out, and when I woke up again, I saw Mr. Saitama in my dream coming in front of me, and helped me get rid of that strange and terrifying man.

Saitama didn't speak, and reached out to wipe away the tears on Nakajima Atsushi's face.

"Are we running away, Mr. Saitama?"

If he stays again, he will definitely be shocked again. Whether he can survive the next time, Atsushi Nakajima himself is not sure.

In the dim secret room, only the flickering candles flickered dimly.

Only thoughtless mosquitoes smell the scent of fresh blood and fly in through the tiny vents.

"Ah, there are mosquitoes." Saitama tried to slap the mosquitoes with his hands.

The tiny mosquitoes are extremely nimble in flying, easily escaping the range of the slap, and flying up and down, making a 'buzzing' sound.

Saitama hit again.

Did not hit.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't wait for Mr. Saitama's response, but also heard the sound of mosquitoes' buzzing, so he used his newly recovered strength to help beat the mosquitoes.

Flying mosquitoes are invincible in many cases.

Even if you can get away with catching mosquitoes, it is just very, very lucky.

Moreover, even a furry cat will be patronized by mosquitoes because the nose is not covered with hair.

"Meow, you mosquito, watch me slap you to death!" A chubby cat broke into the secret room, jumped up nimbly, and tried to slap the mosquito to death with its two paws.

Not photographed.

"Ah, it's so annoying. Natsume, go buy mosquito coils!"

"Mosquito coils are poisonous? But I'm no ordinary cat."

The fat cat ran around in the secret room, and finally the mosquito flew in front of the rest, and the fat cat followed suit.

"Oh?"

"This turned out to be a real dream."

"Real people, you seem to be in trouble?"

To help him is to help oneself.

Monsters approaching the realm of gods have never been bad intentions, nor will they do useless work.

"The smell of the account of friends." The fat fat cat sniffed, and soon smelled a special smell.

The chubby cat stepped forward to pick up Saitama's clothes, and soon saw a separate page with his name written on it that was not bound into a book.

"Reiko."

The fat fat cat pondered for a moment, no longer waiting for Saitama to tell his needs, he turned into a huge and beautiful beast with a 'boom'.

"Find you a helper."

Saitama is still fighting the mosquitoes.

The man with a swollen pig's head was obviously still lying on the ground, and he didn't seem to be awake until now. Obviously Saitama easily defeated him, but he still couldn't deal with the mosquito.

Atsushi Nakajima finally regained some strength, and he hit the mosquitoes harder and faster.

Same fails.

Mosquitoes are horrible.

I don't know how long it has passed, the beautiful beast suddenly came back, loosened its claws, and a beautiful little white cat with different eyes was thrown to the ground.

"Meow."

"Where have we been?"

"Miang."

The chubby cat nimbly landed on the ground, and pawed at the slightly thinner white cat.

"Fulfilling their deepest desires."

"Meow, I don't have the ability to wish for sight. If I could, I would have used it for myself."

The little white cat began to struggle.

But the tonnage of the chubby cat is so powerful that it can remain motionless with one paw.

"You are the most suitable."

"I want to eat senbei."

"I don't like you!"

"neko doesn't like you guys."

The beautiful little white cat was still struggling, and a crystal clear liquid gradually appeared in the corners of its eyes.

The weird big fat cat is bullying neko, too bad.

To make everyone here disappear.

Pink halos and pink petals fell overwhelmingly, and then disappeared quickly.

In the secret room, Qiyu, who had been catching mosquitoes, suddenly turned his head and met the fat cat.

"You're a real person."

"Your dream is a special space, and many unexpected situations will happen. It may not be solved every time. Once a bad situation occurs, the world will collapse."

"Until the world is stable, stop dreaming."

Chubby Chubby said a lot of things that Saitama didn't understand.

"Is the world unstable?"

"Before you appeared, there wasn't even a world."

Fat Cat seemed to know a lot, but he was unwilling to reveal it all. He suddenly jumped up and patted Saitama with his paw pad.

Saitama tried to dodge.

Dodge failure.

"The world will do what you want."

The cat in the dream said that his will will be seen.

Just what is the will?

Why can't he remember at all?

Huh?

Did you just have a dream?

Forget it, I have no impression at all, probably just a sudden delusion.

Saitama opened his eyes and quickly grabbed his hair as usual.

There are a lot of hair falling out between the fingers.

Why did she lose her hair all of a sudden!

Qiyu was stunned.

It stands to reason that since his cheeks swelled and the Lantang incident, his physical condition has not been very good. Although he has formulated an exercise plan, he has not fully implemented it.

"Mackerel, you sneaked in again!"

"A machine without emotions, I really seem to be dying this time."

Nakahara Chuya opened the door, trying to drag Osamu Dazai out.

"Let me take a look first." Saitama quickly got up.

The human body is very complicated. Sometimes a wound that looks particularly serious may be just a flesh wound, and it will be completely healed after a few days of treatment, while some wounds may not even be visible from the outside, but may be serious enough life threatening.

Like Osamu Dazai, who refuses to eat well on time, and does not want to exercise well, he is always pale and thin, and is prone to various accidents.

The white shirt was unbuttoned a few times, and there were circles of bandages inside.

"Qitama, I hope to die in love with you." The young man sent out a sincere invitation.

Saitama took off the bandage, looked at these unattractive marks, and was about to say something, when he saw a less obvious jio mark that had turned bruised.

It can be seen that it should be kicked with a very strong force.

I don't know why, but Saitama always feels that the jio mark looks familiar, as if he has seen it on Nakahara Chuya, and there are more marks on Nakahara Chuya.

"Who did you kick?"

"Who is so cruel."

A pale and thin boy with a super soft stomach.

"How does it feel?" asked the little doctor.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

It's so itchy, I really want to laugh.

Increase your strength with your fingers.

"I, want, hurt, die."

Suddenly super super painful.

"That's not a big problem. Have breakfast first, and come back to the clinic with me. I'll get you some medicinal oil and rub it on." Saitama helped the boy close his clothes, stood up and tidied up the room.

When Saitama finished cleaning the house and wanted to go out, he still stood still.

"Chung Ye?"

"You're a little weird today."

If it was normal, Zhongyuan Zhong would usually have already gone out to work, or else he would just stay in the house, trying to find a secret corner where no one could find, where fruit wine was hidden.

"Saitama, have you forgotten?" Nakahara Chuya asked cautiously.

"What did you forget? Yesterday was the day before yesterday. I was in the clinic yesterday and the day before yesterday, and I didn't seem to encounter any difficult patients. It's the same as usual."

Saying that, Saitama pulled the boy who blocked the door.

The ingredients for breakfast and lunch have to be processed every morning, because the residence is too small.

But the outside is also very convenient.

Near the low wall, Sakunosuke Oda was clutching his stomach, sitting with an unshaven beard looking like an uncle; Ango Sakaguchi, who had been working overtime almost all night, also appeared there miraculously, and he also looked uncomfortable in his stomach.

There was also a very young boy, whose hair was messed up, with a long strand hanging to one side, looking left and right in fear, squatting at the base of the wall.

"Mr. Mori has left?" Nakahara Nakata came out, and after turning around, he didn't find Mori Ogai, so he was sure he had left.

If you don't leave, there should be a mafia leader squatting against the wall.

"What's wrong?"

"Won't you all get kicked in the stomach?"

Saitama felt that this was unlikely.

But why did these people suddenly appear here? It wasn't because they got a lot of ingredients by accident, nor did they suddenly want to gather everyone for a dinner together.

Everyone's expressions were a little dazed, but when they saw Qitama, they were a little dazed.

His stomach was kicked. Although I don’t know how it happened, Saitama is a doctor, and his medical skills are very good. I just waited for him to wake up and asked him for help to see if the kick was serious or not. This is normal.

Qiyu finally realized that what he said casually turned out to be true.

When it was the little boy's turn, Qiyu suddenly felt that he looked familiar.

The child's eyes were very inferior and cowardly, and deep in the pupils there was a mad hatred for something, and he was suppressing it with all his strength.

"I have an apprentice."

In my memory, I have an apprentice, and he is a very good-looking person.

It should be the child in front of me.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Yunmeng Shuangmei bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!