Seeing the little girl repeating this sentence continuously, Yuxian Zhisheng, who understood her meaning in an instant, almost had blood running cold all over his body. However, what made him fall even more into the abyss was that the little girl's eyes seemed to have seen something terrifying.
After taking the things, he immediately ran away quickly without looking back.
At the same time, Miyamoto Yukiko's hand was placed on Yu Xian's frail young shoulder, while her other hand was holding an extremely sharp knife.
"I told you not to play with this little girl." Yukiko Miyamoto said expressionlessly, "She's very naughty, right? I don't like her at all."
Yu Xian nodded stiffly.
"Is she good-looking?" Yukiko Miyamoto asked again.
Is this a proposition?
Please, you are already a mature adult and will not be jealous of a little girl. The theme of this question is really unclear.
Yuxian Zhisheng immediately said: "I don't like her."
Having said that, it is not always the case in my heart. The skin of albinos is usually as white as snow, stained with the fragility and morbidity of winter. With such prominence, the blood vessels will be unusually bright red.
The little girl's hair is snow-white and dry, but her eyes are breathtakingly beautiful, as if the place where all the magnificent reds in the world were born, just like Prometheus used the first human flame to boil this big world.
A soup made from melted rubies in the pot.
Winter, snow scene, white dress.
What a beautiful influenza.
Or the little loli from Tokyo can play.
"Okay, let's eat." Miyamoto Yukiko walked to the kitchen and brought out two cups of instant noodles. This is the purest Nissin instant noodles, as pure as Nissin instant noodles.
Is this what you call good cooking?
Fortunately, you don't have a dog at home, otherwise he would have no problem cooking three dishes and one soup for us all overnight.
Yu Xian's heart was full of flaws, but he soon felt relieved. He was satisfied with just eating some food, but his expectations were too high at the beginning. The rule that "a gentle woman who loves others must be a good cook" does not seem to be true.
Not applicable to reality.
Miyamoto Yukiko and Yu Xuezi sat face to face, eating instant noodles with each other, and had no communication. Miyamoto Yukiko was still in a state of confusion.
In fact, she wasn't ready yet.
Going to the orphanage today to spend one million yen to bring this little boy home was a complete whim. She just suddenly had such an idea, and then she did it. As for whether she regretted it, she didn't think about it at all.
However, as if there was an invisible string pulling her, like playing with a puppet, she just did it without any room for thinking.
Yuxian Zhisheng was eating instant noodles. The delicious taste of artificial flavors made his taste buds dance. This was the only delicious food he had eaten since he traveled to this little boy three years ago. Yes, it was delicious.
The description couldn't be more appropriate.
The atmosphere gradually became warmer.
Suddenly there was a roar of motorcycles outside the door, followed by a loud noise, followed by the clatter of a steel bat hitting the iron railing.
"Women from the Miyamoto family, get out of here!"
"You're hiding in the countryside and you think I can't be found!"
"Ho ho ho, I'm going to have some wild fun with the boss today!"
All kinds of noisy noises gathered together, making Yuxian Jiaosheng, who was swallowing instant noodles, froze in his chair. Miyamoto Yukiko pushed the instant noodles that he had just taken a bite to next to Yuxian Jiaosheng, and sighed: "You continue
Eat, I'll go out and take a look."
After she walked out, Yu Xian immediately swallowed the instant noodles in his mouth, jumped off the chair with the bowl of instant noodles, and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window to read.
He quickly thought about it, put down the instant noodles reluctantly, put on his shoes and ran out without wearing any cotton-padded clothes.
Through the iron gate, Yukiko Miyamoto was confronting the other party.
The visitors all wore loose bloomers and thick black jackets with old steel nails on their upper bodies. Three or five people were sitting on a motorcycle. There were as many as five motorcycles, and the tail of each motorcycle was inserted into the Hondacho area of Tokyo.
martial arts hall flag.
The men sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle held steel rods in their hands and stared at Miyamoto Yukiko through the iron gate fiercely. Perhaps the boss did not explain before coming that this time he was going to do a woman's work, so he stared fiercely at her.
His eyes quickly turned obscene.
There is no doubt that this kind of mature woman with a superb figure can release juice even with a light touch!
The leading man took a bat from the steel frame on the side of the motorcycle, slammed it against the iron gate, and shouted: "Hey! Women of the Miyamoto family, take out the money quickly!"
There was a commotion, and the ignorant delinquents collectively whistled.
Bang, bang, bang, the harsh and dull sound of banging on the door echoed far and wide in the emptiness of the entire winter.
"I don't know you." Miyamoto Yukiko said with cold eyes, "Shameless guys."
"You bitch is still being tough here." The leading man took out a cigarette from his jacket and lit it. At the same time, he took out a verdict sheet, and his face was pasted on the iron gate with white words on a black background, and his face was twisted.
, "This is the court's judgment. It has been handed down. You can't run away even if you want to. Obediently hand over the compensation for destroying the Honda Town Martial Arts School!"
Miyamoto Yukiko's face became ugly, and her breathing was stagnant for a while. The contract with white letters on a black background was engraved with the seal of the Tokyo Hondacho District High Court. This contract has absolute legal effect.
——It was grandpa who caused the trouble.
Five years ago, before the economic bubble came, Miyamoto Masao, the grandpa who owned a rich family fortune and ran the "Ipkika-ryu" kendo hall in Chuo District, suddenly rose up and left thousands of apprentices behind, and officially began to train in Tokyo.
All martial arts schools launch a challenge.
If the "One-kick-style" kendo loses, Miyamoto Yukiko's grandfather Masao Miyamoto will announce to all Japan that the "One-kick-style" kendo will withdraw from the stage of history. Even Miyamoto Heavy Industries, which is used to train famous swords and famous swords, will be divided.
The winner will be given 20% of the shares and the right to marry Miyamoto Yukiko, the only daughter of the Miyamoto family.
And under the temptation of this kind of interest, if the 'One Strike Style' kendo represented by Miyamoto Masao wins, then the corresponding bet is that all the opponents' martial arts schools will be smashed and all apprentices will be dismissed.
"The existence of such a weak person will only embarrass the people of Tokyo!" Masao Miyamoto, who was full of energy at the time, announced to the whole of Japan in front of the reporter's microphone, and then started his journey to become the God of War.
The most important thing is that this old man really did it.
So during that period of time, all the martial arts schools in Tokyo that voluntarily challenged were beaten and smashed. Everywhere you looked, there was nothing but chicken feathers. As a result, a bunch of martial arts practitioners in Tokyo were hiding in the streets every day.
In the alley, I would rather linger on the lap pillows of the JK girls than dare to confront the old man who is elderly but full of murderous intent.
According to the rules established before the challenge, losing is losing and winning is winning. Anyone who comes out to mess around knows this. Even if the martial arts gym is very angry after being smashed, it cannot break its promise. If you want to blame it, you can only blame yourself for not being as good at martial arts.
He is also greedy for 20% of the shares of Miyamoto Heavy Industries and the right to marry Miyamoto Yukiko.
In those years, almost all the martial arts masters were waiting for the old man from the Miyamoto family, the god of war, to burp, and then they would get up from the lap of girls and return to the world to become famous again. Anyway, half of Tokyo could buy it
Washington, just make a comeback when the time comes.
But what everyone didn't expect was the economic bubble. Everyone turned from millionaires to paupers overnight, and they didn't even have the money to open a martial arts gym.
So the head of the martial arts school in Honda District, Tokyo, took the lead and took the photos of previous martial arts competitions without respecting martial ethics. He took the entire Miyamoto family to court. The first court case was unsuccessful, and the second court court was postponed. Unexpectedly,
This is the final verdict.
It has become a critical situation at the moment.
Grandma passed away very early. In the past two years, my grandfather and father have also passed away. My mother abandoned the Miyamoto surname and remarried to the chairman of the board of directors of Osaka Shipyard. The Miyamoto family was gradually declining and only Miyamoto Yukiko was left.
