Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

Tokyo is not far from Yokohama, but the two sides are completely different places.

The relationship between supernatural power users and conjurers is not very good, maybe because the former likes to create panic too much—ah, there are always a few people who are not normal, and after gaining abilities beyond ordinary people, they start to expand infinitely He is the biggest in the world, he is the biggest, and if he makes troubles, he will make troubles.

In addition, supernatural power is something full of randomness. Maybe a person has lived an ordinary life for 20 years, and suddenly awakened supernatural power in the morning of No. 20.A strong sense of gap can promote degeneration. The human spirit is such a fragile thing. As long as it is increased, it will be broken.

The government also tried to conceal the existence of these people with supernatural powers, but it was obviously a complete failure. It is easier for them to intervene in the lives of ordinary people than conjurers, and thus rise to power.The conjurers tried to drag them into the water on the grounds that the supernatural powers were unstable, but in terms of mental instability, the conjuration world was probably more dangerous.

But what does these chaotic situations have to do with the brainless creature Mingliu?He doesn't care what Fyodor wants to do, and international relations are twisted and has nothing to do with him.

The only thing to worry about is:

Fyodor could be in the game.

And Osamu Dazai of this world is sure to get into the game.

He was a little afraid to visit them through the glass then.Maybe there will not even be a chance to visit.

Ming Liu was carrying a fresh and hot paper bag, inside was freshly baked lobster meat dumplings. It didn’t taste very authentic, but it was delicious enough, and the soup was piping hot.He was not in charge of exorcising the curse spirit, so he stood quietly outside Mafia headquarters, breaking off disposable chopsticks to eat snacks.

"Fei Jia, bow your head."

The cold steamed buns were handed over, and Fyodor enjoyed the reward of holding an umbrella for Mingliu.

The tent has been set, and they just need to wait outside for the first graders to finish their tasks perfectly.

The people in Mafia are obviously used to such "cleaning", and it is not bad for them to take a day off regularly.A few people passed by them and nodded, thanking them for this group of "cleaning".

Few are aware.For example, the top cadre Nakahara Chuya.

He was standing outside the Mafia building, having just quarreled with the leader, his mood was like gas that couldn't be ignited, on the verge of bursting.It happened that the sorcerers came to exorcise the curse spirit, and Mackerel let him go out directly, which was exactly what Zhongye of the Central Plains wanted.

He lit a cigarette and held it between his fingertips, blowing the cool breeze, and kept thinking about when the leader's brain would be eaten by the curse spirit.

Someone nearby was eating Xiaolongbao, and the smell of oil mixed with shrimp meat kept wafting over. Zhong Yuanzhong, who had quarreled with the leader for a long time and hadn't had lunch yet, became even more irritable.

He turned his head, a little embarrassed - he wanted to ask where he bought the steamed buns.

That seems to be a very delicate young master, among the elders, these two are the only ones holding umbrellas.The tall one held an umbrella with one hand and lowered his head slightly, while the other one was blowing cold steamed buns with puffed cheeks, doing something completely inconsistent with the current atmosphere.

Zhong doesn't like this kind of pampered behavior, but he has seen too many extravagant people in these years, so he is used to it.He stepped forward, first smiled gently, and then asked, "Are you also magicians?"

How should I ask about Xiaolongbao?

He thought for a moment.The person holding the umbrella seemed to be stunned, and turned to look down at the top cadre.The young master with long hair turned sideways and looked at him.

Ming Liu swallowed the steamed buns and licked the soup, "Not really, I'm still a student. Fei Jia is a teacher, but he only teaches culture classes. We're here to do odd jobs."

makes sense.The young man in front of him doesn't look like he can fight with the curse spirit. The tall one wears a pair of glasses, and he has a bookish look that the Central Plains envies.

Zhong also said from the bottom of his heart: "Come on and practice, the future can be expected."

Fyodor's expression almost became tense.

Both he and Mingliu are probably wanted criminals in Mafia, the kind who will die when they see them.Although he tried his best to delete the video recording Mingliu's appearance after the last quarrel, but there is no guarantee that the leader will kill that guy.

It is too much to be wanted and still stand aboveboard at the door. The cadres come out and say "the future is promising"...the future will definitely avoid hunting.

As for myself, could it be that I was not recognized because I didn't wear a white hat and lost my body?

"Are you working here?" Ming Liu didn't feel that he was stepping on the edge of crisis, and he was still chatting with Zhong Yuan Zhongye, "It must be very hard."

"Indeed." Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of that bastard leader, and immediately became upset, "Working overtime every day is fine, but I don't accept it for his own good. Bah, dead mackerel."

"It's too difficult. Can such a boss be beaten in a sack? While he's off duty, beat him to death."

This proposal is very desirable, but it cannot be done.

Zhong Yuan's whole face was full of grief: "He doesn't go to get off work! It's been four years, more than four years, this person just doesn't go to get off work! It's fine if he doesn't go to get off work, and I have to work overtime with him..."

"Sorry, I'm so excited."

He found the young man in front of him staring at him blankly, thinking that he was too emotional and thought he was crazy.

"Aren't you off work? Have you been working?"

"Yes."

Mingliu was silent.

The Xiaolongbao in his hand suddenly became tasteless.

"Feyya, I think..."

"No, you don't want to." Fyodor ruthlessly refused him, "Last time was enough trouble."

"Ugh."

Ming Liu had no choice but to sigh with Zhong Ye, for that bastard leader.

……

The trio walked in Mafia's building and couldn't help looking left and right.

"This is the inside of the mafia..."

"It looks no different from ordinary clubs."

"Don't be curious." Wild Qiangwei grabbed the excited knotweed, "Maybe later, because you saw some secrets, you will be sealed in a cement block and sink into Yokohama Bay in the middle of the night."

"No." Fu Heihui retorted seriously, "It's popular here to smash the mandible and then shoot to kill."

"...horrible." Nagasaki Wild Rose imagined for a moment, "I can probably understand why there are curse spirits."

"Is the curse spirit upstairs?"

"There are three places, and the top floor seems to have bred a super-level curse spirit. That's not where we are in charge." Fu Heihui pressed the elevator, "Let's go to the torture room on the lower floor, a first-level curse spirit, That’s what we practiced.”

"Special grade. Wow, the leader here must be a talent. Amazing."

They were joking and fighting, but they were actually very nervous.Not long after entering school, he will come to exorcise the first-level curse spirit, which is a great challenge to his current strength.

"Teacher Wutiao and classmate Mingliu are here, so it should be safe. But we can't relax."

"arrive."

A cursed breath mixed with stale and bloody smell rushed towards his face.

It was a curse spirit born under extreme pain and torture. The flesh and blood were twisted and entangled, and the nearly rotten skin hung loosely on it. No blood flowed down. The black hole that should be called the "mouth" was wide open. No tongue, bone stubble lying in it, screaming silently.

"save……"

"Help..."

It was as if there was a sharp sound made by something rubbing against each other, mixed with countless noises but imitating a human voice, the monster lifted its legs and walked towards the direction of the trio.It speaks pitiful words for help, but its behavior just wants to drag everything it sees into the hell it has experienced.

The battle has begun.

……

The glass on the top floor was broken.

The tent was set up, and no one could see the inside.But Ming Liu raised his head and looked up high with some doubts.

"What's the matter?" Zhongyuan Zhong had already gotten acquainted with him, sitting together and eating the Russian-style panna cotta bought by Fyodor to pad his stomach.

"The glass on the top floor was broken." Ming Liu said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to stand up immediately.

"It's useless for you to go in, and don't worry, it's not about the curse spirit."

"What happened?" The leader didn't come out, and Dazai Osamu insisted on staying where he was to watch the process of the curse spirit being exorcised, which was also the point of Chuya's quarrel with him.

Ming Liu scratched his head.

"Someone hung the fool chief out of the window by the neck."

Central Plains Chuya:?

"Who?"

"My homeroom teacher, Gojo Satoru, is the strongest in the magic world." Ming Liu poked a piece of panna cotta from Nakaya's bowl, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth before Fyodor looked up, "He hung Osamu Dazai on the It's out the window."

The author has something to say: speaking of it, the fifth wife is quite easy to drink.

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