Konoha's Bizarre Adventure

Who is that guy? He looks quite literary, but his mouth is quite poisonous, is he a little hooligan?

After being choked by the young man who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, Hinata naturally spoke without giving in and said: "Boss, your Kanto fried eggs are made from the local eggs produced yesterday, and they have been refrigerated before processing.

After a while, I then wrapped it in a thin mountain potato fry before I took it to fry it. After it was finished, soaked in the soup base cooked in Kanto for more than six hours before this taste and taste appeared. Am I right?"

Although Hinata is young, she has eaten and seen people. In addition, she has "rolled her eyes" and is proficient in medical ninjutsu. If she wants to dig out the mystery of the food carefully, she can even

It resolves to the cell level.

"This... is all right. Isn't your family doing this business, right?"

When his unique secret recipe was revealed in one sentence, fine beads of sweat were left on the face of the Explosive Dad.

"No, I just like food, but those who can use food to attack others should not be qualified to be a foodie, at most they are just despicable."

While saying this, Hinata looked at the golden-haired literary youth staring at her next to her without any concealment, and snorted with her nose as if she was provoking.

This little ghost's mouth is so poisonous... But after eating it once, she can analyze my father's "Kanto Fried Eggs" so thoroughly. It seems that this young lady has a good artistic talent.

Although Hinata ruthlessly choked, the golden-retriever man didn't seem very angry, but showed an inexplicable smile.

"You are right, it seems that I was rude before." The next moment, the golden retriever nodded to the lady, raised the wine glass at his hand, signaled it and drank it all, as a pity.

Apologize.

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to be quite honest."

To be honest, it was beyond Hinata's expectation that this guy would admit his mistake so simply. She originally thought that if this kid came to provoke him again, he would drag him out and beat him up.

"Art cannot be false at all. Right is right, wrong is wrong. Since you can understand the taste of Dad's "Kanto Fried Eggs", then your level is at least above the vast majority of ordinary people in the world.

very good."

When the young man put the cup on the table, the daddy immediately filled the young man with a cup. It seemed that this guy was still a regular customer.

Right is right, wrong is wrong... After hearing this guy's words, Hinata couldn't help but feel admiring him.

This sentence sounds simple, but for most people in the world, they often don’t admit it even if they realize that they are wrong, but will find various reasons to justify and shirk.

However, this golden retriever generously admitted that he was wrong when facing such a young girl. This kind of demeanor alone is extremely uncommon.

"Hey, are you a painter or a writer or something?"

At this time, Hinata sat on the stool next to the golden retriever without any hesitation and observed the guy's face curiously.

Although his face is a little immature, it can be described as handsome. However, this guy's dress and expression seem to have a faint feminine spirit. If it weren't for sissy, this temperament would usually only appear in art-making people

Body.

Humph. But what Hinata didn't expect was that when she heard the "painter" and "writer", the golden-retriever man had a clear look of contempt on his face. He said arrogantly: "How can that kind of person be compared with me

, I am a real artist, do artists understand?”

"Is it just a weird guy who always tinkers with things that ordinary people cannot understand and then get addicted to it?"

"Maybe we can say that... After all, most people are mediocre people, and things that even mediocre people can understand are not considered art anymore, and it is normal to not understand."

“It’s so complicated.”

"Of course, otherwise how could it be worth my life's energy to pursue, and this kind of pursuit is endless."

The golden retriever sighed, as if his "work" was not going well today, so he became more sentimental.

At the same time, in the big villa where Yuxing once defeated the Wind Demon clan, he was going to the underground vault with Ligenchuan to check the crime scene.

"It's here. This morning, that guy came in like a nobody's land, and then he seemed to have used something to blow up the vault directly."

After bringing Yuxing over, Ligenkawa pointed to the big hole at the gate of the underground vault that was enough for an adult to enter, with a helpless expression on his face.

This underground vault is the private property of President Hitoto, but because he was invaded by Yusui and Ligengawa once before, the things inside have been looted, and today is the second time he has been severely affected.

But when Yuxing saw the traces on the vault gate, he frowned and said to Ligenkawa: "Is there a portrait of that guy?"

"No, because his speed was too fast, the black suits didn't even see it clearly, only knowing that the guy was a young man with blonde hair."

"Then what did he steal?"

"Nothing was stolen. Although there was a lot of money inside and it was messed up, it seemed that the thing he was looking for was not inside."

A young man with blonde hair, and treats money like dirt? He doesn't take money?

After listening to Ligenchuan's words, Yuxing reached out to touch the blown door. In his eyes, he could clearly see the blasting traces left at the destroyed section of the door and the small amount of "clay" left beside the door.

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There is still a small amount of chakra left in this "clay", which should be something related to blasting. The young blonde man uses this blasting clay, and the target is something in the underground vault rather than money, but what exactly does he want

?And there is such a description...it shouldn't be that guy?

In Yu Xing's memory, there is indeed a blonde man in this world who likes to play with explosions, but he didn't expect that guy might appear here.

Thinking of this, Yu Xing immediately asked the bodyguard in the black clothes beside him to hand over paper and pen, and then quickly began to write quickly according to his memory.

After a while, a golden hair covered one of his eyes, and a literary youth who looked very artistic appeared on the piece of paper.

"Ligenchuan, go find someone according to this portrait. His name should be..."

"My name is Deidala, I don't know what this lady is called?"

In the "Kanto Juewei Bomb", the blond man who had finished the meal, Deidala stood up from the stool and said to Hinata who was also planning to leave next to her.

"Hita, by the way, what kind of art are you doing? Are you carving?"

After chatting with this blonde man for a while, Hinata found that this kid was quite interesting, but at this time she was still careful not to report her surname. In addition, the disguised contact lenses she used to bring when she went out,

So no one can tell her identity.

"A good name, very fragrant with the earth... But what kind of art am I playing specifically? Instead of saying it with my mouth, it's better for you to see it with your own eyes."

"Let me see it with my own eyes? Here?"

"Just here, wait."

At this time, Deidala immediately turned around and carried Hinata on her back, then lowered her head and rubbed it with both hands on a stool next to her.

But just as he started to "work", Hinata's face changed slightly, because she actually felt a powerful chakra coming out of the artist!

Chakra of this level... can almost compare to his brother. Who is he?

What should I do? Do I need to observe him with a "roll"? But it's still quite rude. Will it anger him?

"Dingdaidai! Miss, look at it!"

When Hinata was hesitating whether to thoroughly observe the specific situation of this guy, Deidala quickly turned her body back. At the same time, a strange-colored "Kanto Fried Egg" appeared on his hand.

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Yes, "Kanto Fried Eggs" looks exactly the same as the ones cooked in the next pot. Whether it is the outline of the fried eggs or the wrinkles on them, except for the gray color, no one can tell the difference between this thing and

There is any difference between those in the pot.