My Hero Academia: Scars Heroes Quanyue

Quanyue was stunned, he had a lot of possibilities before that. For example, it was threatened, deceived, or all kinds of possibilities...Subconsciously, Quanyue still placed Quanyue's family in the position of the weak. His feelings about his family remained at the moment his father died when he was five years old.

They are a family of therapies who have no power to protect themselves.

"Uncle, you...you are lying to me." Quanyue said, "Jiufeng's people are the people I met before. After I killed someone, the people I met in the alley... …How can it be."

"Destruction is not necessarily killing." Izumi Moon Nagasaki said.

The barbecue in front of him was almost eaten. Izumizuki Nagasaki changed his posture and asked Quanyue, "Are you full?"

Quanyue was anxious to know what was going on. He nodded indiscriminately and said, "Okay." He leaned forward and spoke faster, "Uncle, what is going on..."

Izumi Nagasaki did not directly answer this question, "I'm full." The chopsticks in his hand were horizontal, poking towards Quanyue's eyeballs, "Then it should be on the road."

Quanyue hadn't expected this move.

Although the other party had said the concept of "beheading rice" before, Izumizuki Nagasaki's tone was too understatement, and there was no similar killing intent in the subsequent conversation. Quanyue didn't take this in mind. At this moment, he leaned forward and backed away, avoiding the chopsticks poked by Izumizuki Nagasaki.

Stabbing-The corner of Quanyue's eyes is occupied by intense pain. Although not directly inserted into the eyeball, the chopsticks rubbed the corner of the eye. Quanyue pulled away the stool and stepped back into a fighting stance.

"The response is bad." Quanyue Nagasaki retracted his chopsticks. He looked at Quanyue's bleeding half of his face and said: "The men of Quanyue's family may not be able to fight, but they must protect themselves."

Quanyue walked around the table and went to a slightly wider corridor. He decided that it would be better for him to be in an open area. No matter how good Izumi Nagasaki's fighting consciousness is, he won't necessarily lose by relying on the physique of Cunninghamia Lengxin.

Don't let go of every small voice in the air and every small movement of the other party. Quanyue touched himself, regretting not taking any good products from Villain Alliance. I had known this kind of thing a long time ago, and I could take a few guns away at the police station.

Now there is nothing but a Short Sword given by Yazuki Inuichiro.

Quanyue himself is best at spear skills, and he doesn't use it at all with first-rate physical skills. Just as he was calculating his own pros and cons in his mind, Izumizuki Nagasaki moved.

He did a very simple thing: took out a pistol from under the table.

"When you enter any unfamiliar place, you must investigate in advance." Izumizuki Nagasaki is like an elder's gentle educating younger generation, his tone is still joking, and the gun in his hand is not a joke at all. Quanyue had come into contact with a lot of guns during the special training under Mr. Shinsō, and he could see the firepower and the number of bullets of this gun at a glance.

Careless.

"It took forty-five minutes to eat. You didn't notice what I did here." Izumizuki Nagasaki smiled, "I heard from Ashin that you also joined Heroes' combat practice in UA High School. In class... it was really disappointing."

Pull the trigger. Quanyue ran towards the barbecue table on one side. As he ran, he turned the table over with his hands. Use the volume of the table to disguise yourself. Izumizuki Nagasaki did not start a series of blasts, he did not have many bullets, and he did not let Quanyue judge his ammunition quantity through large-scale blasts.

After simply firing two shots, Izumizuki Nagasaki stopped.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

Quanyue held the sword and held his breath. He held back his head not to stick out, squatted on the ground and moved slowly.

Pounds-The vase beside Quanyue was shattered by a bullet and just fell on his feet. Quanyue bit his arm to keep himself from making any movement. He was stiff all over, and if he took a step late, the vase would fall on his head.

Izumizuki Nagasaki, how did his uncle judge it?

"The shopkeeper installed a camera a year ago." As if he knew what Quanyue was thinking, Izumizuki Nagasaki didn't rush to play with a pistol, and pointed at the picture frame on the wall. The frame fell directly on Quanyue's head from above. Quanyue gritted his teeth not to let himself go out. The blood and glass slag mixed together, and the ground was bloody.

Can't go out, hold back.

My uncle can know where he is, but he didn't come to kill him directly, which means he doesn't necessarily have to kill himself now.

Looking at the other person, it is more like a cat playing with a mouse.

If I kill him now, Izumizuki Nagasaki is more than 60% more likely to kill himself with a single shot. Especially under the premise of [Death can inspire a new quirk for Quanyue's family], Quanyue has reason to believe that Quanyue Nagasaki will not release water to himself.

The other party really wants to kill himself.

"To sum up, the observation ability is zero." Quanyue was still thinking about how to break the game. The image of Izumizuki Nagasaki appeared on the table next door like a ghost. The man kept smiling, holding a gun, and said, "When I was young, my brother seemed to pay too much attention to your theoretical education."

In the impression of Izumizuki Nagasaki, he and his twin brothers learned how to protect themselves in various environments under the guidance of their father since they were sensible.

For the lifeless Quan Yue family, living is more important than anything else.

Quanyue drew the sword and threw it at the opponent. The moment the sword was released, he realized that this was a very stupid move. It is not sensible to abandon weapons in the battle, but at this moment he really can't think of how to get out. Quanyue did not miss the thrown sword, and ran out of the shop without turning his head back in a curve.

As long as you leave the store, you will have more chances to survive. Quanyue recalled the dining street he had seen before, and found angrily that it was the morning when he came to the store. The opening time of such restaurants is generally at 9 or 10 noon. It's only half past six now. However, this street is mostly used for catering, and there are no breakfast shops.

too early.

Even if Quanyue ran into the street now, the idea of ​​using the crowd to ask for help was unrealistic.

Pound-Quanyue hit Quanyue's calf with one blow, and he fell to the ground. The glass shards on his face pierced into the flesh, and Quanyue could have ignored this pain long ago. He had endured more pain, and he didn't care anymore.

Wow. With an electronic ticking sound, Quanyue watched the electric rolling door of the store slowly lowered. He turned his head and looked at the electronic key in Izumizuki Nagasaki's hand, "When..."

"In the beginning," Izumi Nagasaki said: "Three days ago, I asked Ashin to pay to buy this shop. It is very convenient for modern society to do this, electric rolling shutters and cameras." He walked over and said nothing. Feng Qing even took a few toothpicks from the cash register.

Quanyue tried to stand up, he knew he couldn't escape. I simply lifted my trouser legs and looked at my calf. There was a hole in the calf. In addition to that hole, there were many scars. Some of these scars were left over ten years ago, and some were left recently.

"Your body is not suitable for any strenuous exercise." Izumizuki Nagasaki made a judgment. "The doctor should have told you to rest."

"Uncle, what the hell are you going to do." Quanyue stepped back and leaned on the rolling door, his upper body was stained with blood, "You want to kill me? Why."

"When you die, you will know." Quanyue Nagasaki reached out his hand, Quanyue had nowhere to escape, his face was held by Izuki Nagasaki. Izumitsu Nagasaki's body had a black air, like a draught blowing his hair.

But a more powerful white light burst out of Quanyue's eyes.

Several times the whole body crushed the pain and broke out.

Quanyue held Quanyue Nagasaki's hands tightly with both hands, his eyes were intensely white.

"Uncle, don't forget... my quirk."

Izumi Nagasaki smiled, "You really are not a good student." He stretched out his other hand and pressed it on Quanyue's heart, admonishing with a smile, "I said it all, I awakened the real quirk."

The black mist rushed through the tables and chairs on the ground, the picture frames on the wall trembled violently, and the pots and pans fell on the ground and screamed. A shadowy black shadow appeared in Fir Lengxin's body. In the black shadow, Izumi Nagasaki's original face was slowly revealed. What was different from a living person was his pale face as white as a white paper.

Izumizuki Nagasaki, the real quirk inspired by death: borrowing a corpse.

His hands sank a little, and Quanyue felt like his heart was caught by something, and his five lungs and six internal organs seemed to be eaten by some bug. The white light on his body broke out again, but this time it was shrouded in powerful black.

The white light was swallowed bit by bit.

"Qunyue, you have a very good quirk." Izumizuki Nagasaki comforted: "It's very good. The trick just now is great."

Unfortunately, you forgot.

How can a man who is not afraid of death be afraid of pain?

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