Restroom.

Sitting in his seat, Yang Ming closed his eyes and leaned against the backrest... The comfortable air conditioner made him fall asleep in a daze.

In front of the rest room, a man in a black trench coat gradually approached Yang Ming. On the cuff, a steel needle with anesthesia aimed at Yang Ming's neck!

Just as the man in the black trench coat was about to enter the attack range, a scream woke Yang Ming up.

"Yang Mingjun, be careful!"

The man felt that his behavior was discovered, and his eyes flashed with anger. The thin needle that was originally aimed at the skin directly pierced the aorta in Yang Ming's neck!

When Yang Ming opened his eyes, what he saw was a picture of a thick and long steel needle piercing through!

A blood-red light burst out in his eyes, and the writing wheel opened.

Bingdun silently turned into a skating blade, and suddenly appeared in Yang Ming's hands! With his physical fitness at its peak, driven by sufficient speed, the ice blade brought out a phantom, which just hit the needle tip at the moment when the steel needle pierced the aorta!

"Who are you?!"

With a flick of his wrist, the ice blade knocked the steel needle flying, piercing deeply into the top of the rest room. At the same time, the ice knife made a phantom and stabbed the windbreaker hood!

With Yang Ming's physical response, speed, and strength, how could the enemy be able to compare? A phantom flew by, and the ice blade carried a trace of blood. When the hood was lifted, a scar was drawn on the enemy's face.

Yang Ming's eyes narrowed, the person who wanted to attack him turned out to be a strange man? !

The man looked at him angrily, stretched out his hand and fished it into his arms.... Flicking a retractable dagger, a weapon like a big dagger burst out from the dagger, and with great power, slashed towards Yang Ming!

"Hey! Are you dying?!"

Yang Ming roared, and turned over, from the back to the back! On the seat, there is a deep knife mark, shocking!

This is a very hard chair! This man really wants to kill himself!

"Haha! Yang Ming, blame you for blocking that lord's way! I must kill you!"

The man's eyes were blood red, and the long knife in his hand slashed at Yang Ming!

In the rest room, other chefs who were resting screamed and ran to avoid the two of them.

Seeing that other innocent people were implicated by him, Yang Ming swung the ice blade and kept hitting the opponent's back, leading the blade to the ground and seat! ~ A passer-by chef who was stepping on his feet had already passed out in pain.

However, after all, he was stepping on a person. One was not strong enough to resist, so Yang Ming staggered, stepped on the air, and fell from the person! The ice blade held in the right hand actually let go and bounced into the distance!

Seeing that he found an opportunity, a murderous aura flashed in the man's eyes, all the energy in his body poured into the long sword, and he slashed heavily!

When the crisis of life came, Yang Ming didn't care that the other party was just an ordinary person, so he decided to show his true strength.

His eyes just stared at the trajectory drawn by the big knife, his fingers made a stick, and he pointed at the side of the knife! At the same time, the chakra of the fingertips rotates at an extremely high speed, shattering the strength attached to the long knife, and passing the long knife lightly over the head!

A strand of black hair scattered from the top of the head to the ground!

The situation is extremely critical!

Art fire escape **** fireball!

In the mouth, the flames expanded rapidly, slashing heavily towards the enemy's chest!

"boom!"

All I heard was a dull thumping sound, and the assassin slammed into the backrest with blood from the corner of his mouth! Four ribs were broken on the spot, leaving a burning scar on his chest, and the aroma of barbecued meat permeated his body.

Assassin, completely lost his combat effectiveness, and fell into a coma on the spot! The Yang Ming crisis has finally been lifted!

"Yang Mingjun, are you alright?"

From behind, a familiar voice came, Yang Ming turned around, the corners of his mouth kept twitching... It turned out Suwon Tomi and the others.

"It's okay, this kind of thing is easy for me."

Yang Ming picked up the ice blade and said peace to Suwon Dongmei and others who cared about him. If it weren't for the fact that this is not the Naruto world, and that people can't kill people casually, Yang Ming would have made a real move.

During the conversation, the security guard arrived, pressed the assassin into the police room, and took Li Xiang to the police room to make a record.

After a long time, the security guard just finished asking, and Li Xiang was finally able to rest.

the other side. Hata Zhongying went into a nap in a state of anxiety.

"This is..." Hata Zhongying looked at the little boy and young man in the courtyard, scratching his cheek in confusion, "Is this a dream again?"

This is not the first time he has had this dream. When he was in a bad mood before, he would always have the same dream over and over again.

"Yes! Cut thin, cut thin... Ah! How did you cut it! Be careful! Wait a minute, Dad will get you a Band-Aid!" little boy on his waist. The little boy opened his eyes wide and licked the bloodstained by the knife on his hand. He didn't cry or make trouble.

"I was really handsome back then..." Hata Zhongying sighed, "But now I'm handsome too."

This is when he was four years old. That year, his father gave him a set of mock kitchen. After discovering his great talent for cooking, Hata's family, who were overjoyed, started special training for him.

"Dad! The Digimon is about to start playing! Can I go see the Digimon?"

The screen changed, and he entered a large room. Six or seven-year-old Hata Zhongying held a small kitchen knife in his hand and shouted to the people behind the desk.

"Have you finished cutting fifty radishes?"

"Not yet...not yet! But it's almost there!" Obata Nakahide begged, "Dad, let me read it and then cut it."

"Until the cut is finished, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is not allowed to go."

"…Oh."

Although the little boy looked very sad, he still took the knife and walked back to the kitchen.

In that year, Digimon was the most popular cartoon. Sitting in the classroom, Nakahide Obata listened to the boys and girls discussing the plot of last night, but he couldn't get in the word at all. on the desk.

Even though Hata Zhongying grew up and watched over and over again the Digimon that he had missed in those years, but when he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him was the lonely little figure.

…

"Is this your son? He's very handsome!" Nakiri Thistle, who was wearing a black suit, patted Ohata Zhongying's head.

"Mr. Nakiri Ji, I will have to work hard for you in the future!" Hata Zhongying's father entrusted him, "I thought about it, in terms of cooking, Hata Zhongying still relies on you to teach Hata Zhongying."

"It's fine." Nakiri Ji bent down and pinched Ohata Zhongying's face, "Such a handsome boy, it's no problem to keep teaching him."

At the age of eight, Hata Chuying, who had mastered the basic skills of swordsmanship and cooking, began to formally study various cuisines. And the person who taught him was Nakiri Thistle, whom his father finally invited.

This is how his childhood was spent...

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