My Hero Academia: Scars Heroes Quanyue

There are so many people in the world who want to kill Quanyue, so many that he doesn't bother to count. The kitten in the pocket meowed, and two small pointed ears appeared. As a soft animal, it seemed as if a pool of water had flowed in the pocket and then lost a little carelessly.

The rumors are rising. The moment Quanyue pressed the kitten down, the tip of the opponent's sword had already forced Quanyue's cheek. The icy sword exposed a concave print under the slightly yellowed light.

Before he could see clearly, Quanyue kicked back quickly to separate each other.

It may be that this period of time is too easy to live, always let him forget, he should be a natural shooter.

The fingers were slightly bent, and the mechanical parts were shot out of the sleeves at the moment the wrist was exerted. Quanyue took out the magazine from his pants pocket and hit him with a car light. In just one second, breathing stopped suddenly, and the two suddenly stopped.

Long-lost tacit understanding, after the light passed, an uncle carrying a garbage bag swayed drunkly and walked in front of him. The light bulb flickered twice, sticking Quanyue to the wall and it was terrible.

The uncle's nose was flushed, he rubbed his hands and sneezed. He squinted and said, "The lamp is broken." He walked towards the alley. As soon as the front foot stepped out, the rear foot heard a faint sound of breaking wind.

After a sudden crash, all kinds of discarded debris were poured out. The swill and cardboard were mixed together, and there was something more in the puddle on the ground.

The uncle retracted his foot hesitantly, and walked inside while complaining, and said, "Who is there, who is there." He was vague, and went to the back to curse.

"Meow~" the kitten called.

The uncle squinted his eyes and saw a kitten emerge from the alley. The sound just now is probably caused by this kitten. "Go, go, don't stay here anymore." He waved, arched and left. If the uncle can see clearly, you should be able to see the real big cat that divides the trash can into two parts.

Quanyue looked at the Japanese sword on his neck, the gun in his hand was pressed against the opponent's chin, and he smiled without speaking.

So far, this person has not used quirk.

It is likely that his quirk is too iconic, so it is not intended to be used. Thinking of the scene just now, Quanyue raised his eyes and let out a soft chuck.

"Don't move." The other party raised the sword and exerted a little force.

Soon, the sword ate a thread of bloodshot eyes.

Unlike Quanyue who kept guessing where he came from, Yazuki Inichiro's palms were numb. After he went back, he searched the information collected from various parties and felt that something was wrong. Even the clues brought by Bakugo Katsuki at the end made him fall into panic.

Suppose, Quanyue is really fifteen years old.

When many things happened seven years ago, he was just an eight-year-old child. But a little further away, by seventeen years ago, those who were likely to teach a child with such a decisive character had died before the child was born.

The more he explored, the more frightened he felt.

To this day, at the moment Quanyue took out the gun and quickly assembled it.

He was convinced.

"Quanyue, no." He changed his tone and said firmly, "I should call you-Ye."

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"Qunyue, this is your real name, right?" Yazuki Inuichiro's sword went deeper, and blood began to flow slowly along the pattern of the sword. From Quanyue's perspective, every drop of blood is his precious wealth.

However, he couldn't kill Yazuki Inuichiro at this time.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Quanyue replied with a smile: "But I have heard of the name Quanyue."

Yazuki Inuichiro looked at him, and for a moment he wished he would hack this guy to death in this small alley.

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Still installing.

If he hadn't died that year-then what kind of stupid would he have spent the past seven years with such a mood.

"But I didn't expect that Mr. Yeyue would know Mr. Quanyue. After all, you two are completely different." Quanyue's words contained a hint of sarcasm, "Why does Mr. Yeyue think I am Mr. Quanyue? "

Yazuki Inuichiro didn't speak. He wanted to move Quanyue's clothes, but he was shot back directly. The culprit even smiled and persuaded him, “It’s too shameful to be an adult man who strips off underage clothes.”

"Qunyue, stop making trouble!" Yazuki Inuichiro took off his mask.

He put the sword away and stretched out his hand to Quanyue, "Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."

But Quanyue did not put away his gun. He even took a step closer, leaning half of his body into the arms of Yazuki Inuichiro, bringing the muzzle closer, and said, "Eating?"

Quanyue's face plummeted, "Are you saying... burning paper money?"

"Hey?"

"I've heard that the young master of Honghu's ambition will put incense sticks, the best tributes and Buddhist scriptures to someone of his own every month. It looks like a very good look. Um..." Quanyue leaned over, "You Look, you said I was the dead guy, then shouldn't it be eating the dead if you invite me to dinner?"

This person is too strange.

For Yazuki Inuichiro, it seemed that the devil's switch was turned on at a certain moment. The Quanyue in front of him was not the Quanyue who needed his comfort seven years ago, and regarded him as a fetter and relying on.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'll take you to eat something."

Quanyue squeezed his fingers slightly, "What does that mean?" His tone returned to an extremely indifferent state. Although there was a smile on his face, the smile was like a permanent mask.

It can't be broken, it can't be broken.

"What who?"

Quanyue buckled the gun deeper, and he whispered a word softly.

That sentence, even if Yazuki Inuichiro got closer, he didn't hear it. There was a buzzing in his ears, all blasting gunshots. After a breath, he felt a warm liquid flowing from his head, his eyelashes were heavy, and his eyes were covered with red bit by bit.

The contrast he can think of is the heavy snow in Beihai seven years ago.

"Quanyue, Quanyue... Quanyue Quanyue! Quanyue, listen to me!" Yezuki Inuichiro muttered softly and became louder and louder, and finally he hugged his head like a roar, half-person leaning on On the wall, "Quan Yue, Xiao Ye, Xiao Ye... What are you doing, Xiao Ye, are you coming back?"

The hot muzzle scalded his throat into a small circle.

"Yazuki Inuichiro." Quanyue suddenly said something very inexplicable to him, "It's so good. You have grown up."

The moment he fired the shot, snow came across the sky.

White.

He couldn't see anything, it was white and cold.

There was only a small string of small footprints under his feet, and a dark little person in front of him. He walked strenuously, like falling down in the snow, getting up again, getting up again after falling down.

Yazuki Inuichiro couldn't remember how many times he saw that little black spot stood up, walked a few steps, and fell over.

I stood up, walked a few steps, and fell down again.

I don't know how many times it has cycled. When the wind and snow shook Yezuki Inuichiro from the cold, the villain fell off with a thump and never got up again.

"Hey, wake up." Yazuki Inuichiro took a step subconsciously. The footprints that had originally guided him forward were blown away by a strong wind and helpless.

There is snow all around.

White.

"Little Lord?"

"Young Master? Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Doctor—Doctor, he is awake."

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