Hokage: My Nine Tails, Infinite Resurrection

At the moment when the two of them just arrived at the bottom of the building.

A figure directly erupted from the manhole cover, and it seemed that the strength was not bad, and a powerful aura erupted.

However, compared to the two back-to-basics monsters in front of him, it is extraordinary.

Qingling didn't care, the appearance of this strange man looked like a machine.

I don't know how strong it is.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect to meet humans here!"

"I'm a tiger-level existence!"

"Die, little human!"

Before the roar was over, Saitama solved it with one punch.

The two returned to the house calmly.

The pot is the most common suki pot, each serving tonkatsu rice.

The latest news is still playing on the TV about some weirdo going to do something to destroy the world lately.

Qing Ling listened, and the power should be a passing eye.

None of this makes sense in his eyes.

What he wanted to know more was why there were still weirdos now.

What timeline is it in.

Just wanted to ask Saitama.

The latter's preemptive question was heard.

"The aura you exude is so powerful, are you a weirdo? Or heroes! "

Weird, hero?

Qingling felt strange, he didn't emit any aura at all, why did Saitama say that he was strong?

And under normal circumstances, Saitama would not say whether anyone was strong or not.

"I'm just a fox passing through this world."

Pass by?

Saitama's eyes lit up, and the little egg said woodenly: "I am a hero of interest. The

two pushed the cup to change the lamp, and Qingling was still not drunk in the middle of the night.

Saitama's bedroom is actually the living room.

The little egg fell asleep, and Qingling was still watching TV.

There was some weird news going on inside.

It seems that the period of gods must have passed.

That is, the gods worshiped by the existence of the wandering emperor.

What gods?

Qingling knew that he was just some guys who thought they were looking down on this world.

If I have to say, many of them may not even be comparable to the God of Destruction Beerus.

Not to mention the existence of the level of the god officer, the great god, the dragon god, and the whole king.

Think of this.

He himself was staring, looking back on the past, as if he had been like this too.

I don't know where the other guys who became pets and disciples were.

Maybe after that much longer.

Qingling didn't care either.

He just looked enviously at Saitama, who was snoring and sleeping exceptionally quietly.

Comparatively.

As a deity, he seems to be completely incomparable.

The more the same, the harder it will be to give up.

On the other hand, Saitama, the biggest trouble in life should be whether he can catch today's promotions and tomorrow's discounts.

"I'm a little sleepy."

Qingling said and fell down, but he couldn't sleep.

......

Following.

Saitama-sensei, who is bent on finding him a new job, says he can be a hero.

Not only is there a little basic salary, but if the hero level is higher, the higher the income.

But when asked why Saitama's life is still not good.

Saitama seemed a little unhappy.

Even so.

The two still accompanied each other to the identification base of the Hero Association.

"You definitely can!"

"Hmm."

Qingling nodded and walked in with the registration form.

He just came to have fun and walk Saitama's path.

When the relationship between the two is better, let Saitama do a favor and have a serious series of violent beatings.

"That's you? Qingling? The

appraiser, dressed in a suit, glanced at Qingling with a look of disdain.

"Hmm."

"Are there specific superpowers? Or simply rely on the personal combat index. "

Superpowers? Which one do you mean. "

If it's a special power, it's too complicated for Qingling.

He really didn't know how many powers he had.

"Got it, there is no power."

The appraiser glanced at him and turned directly to look at another corner.

Qingling walked in this direction.

Tests soon began.

Running speed, strength tests, explosiveness, endurance, and reflexes all exceeded the highest index.

In the end, Qingling was still confused and received a new hero rating.

"It's nothing if you are just physically strong this year, so you better go and cultivate again."

After throwing Qingling an identity certificate, he was not angry.

"Is it? Then thank you. Qingling

took the voucher, walked out of here, and met Saitama head-on.

The two of them strolled through the streets as they had done when they came.

"Come to my house as a guest?"

Qing Ling spoke.

"Your home? But today is the key cabbage sale.

Saitama looked a little embarrassed.

The two looked at each other and went together to buy a discounted cabbage, very fresh, but the supermarket bought too much, so they had to sell it at a discount.

Walking on the way home.

The sunset is dying.

Looking at this long road that pervaded to the extreme, it was dyed blood red.

He immersed himself in it and finally spoke.

"Saitama, is it okay to do me a favor?"

"What?"

Saitama looked puzzled.

"Kill me."

"Nope."

Saitama decisively refused, and sure enough, if this man was allowed to make an inexplicable move on Qingling, it would definitely be rejected.

Unless the Qingling clan wants to destroy the weirdos of the whole world.

Saitama in charge would never strike at an innocent person.

This is Saitama, a pure hero of interest, not power, wealth.

"Yes?"

Qingling shook his head, he knew that when he brought up this matter, he would definitely be rejected.

"Saitama, why did you become a hero? I mean, what's so special about heroes to you?

"I don't know, I like it."

Saitama said, and figures had already appeared on the street corner.

Sure enough, their failure to appear for a short time does not mean that they will not appear in the future.

Genos, Tornado, Blowing Snow, K they have all already arrived at the door and waited.

Qing Ling carried a large bag of ingredients.

Back in the small room, Qingling and Saitama were sitting with food.

Everyone else was scrambling to watch the soap opera.

This scene is indeed quite harmonious.

It was a suki pot again, but the meat really did not match the number of people, and it seemed a little small.

Qingling didn't pick either.

Food for him is just a taste, enjoy the delicacy immediately, anyway, he will not gain weight from it.

"Teacher, I've been looking for it lately..."

As soon as Genos spoke, Qingling turned his eyes away.

He was also a conditioned reflex, and suddenly he also thought a little about his two disciples.

I don't know if I have become stronger after so long, which universe I have traveled to, and whether I will miss myself.

What are those old people doing, who are unwilling to face themselves, unwilling to forgive themselves, hate others, and are loved by others?

People, sometimes you really should go home and see.

Qing Ling raised his head in satisfaction and looked at the ceiling, the floors of the buildings here were not very high, but he did not feel suffocated.

Because this place has long been a paradise for weirdos, a borderlands.

And he has a home to return to.

"I said Saitama."

"Huh?"

Saitama turned his head, and the little bald head shone brightly.

"If I were to destroy the world, would you do something to me?"

Qingling smiled, his breath quickly climbed, and everyone's eyes trembled.