Collapse, before and after civilization, I am the only one C

Mebius had a complicated expression. Compared to people like them, his brother seemed to be living in a novel.

His childhood was exceptionally wonderful.

In elementary school, he could earn ten dollars to travel across half the continent. Later, he met a master of mechanics. There were knives and guns under his bed. He was beaten so hard that he lay in bed for a week without crying out in pain. He could even kill three little monsters instantly.

Where did this martial arts novel protagonist come from?

"Wrong! It's a light novel! The male protagonists in martial arts novels always seem to have a miserable life in the middle. Light novels are better."

Mebius hesitated to speak, so why are you paying attention to this?

Forget it. It’s been a while since I’ve been unable to keep up with my younger brother’s train of thought. He can’t keep up with me when I’m studying anyway.

[But in reality, your life is indeed a martial arts novel. ]

[You thought you would have to work very hard to learn the uncle's martial arts, but he taught it to you directly.]

[To be honest, you are a little flattered. ]

[This year you are 14 years old, and you have reached the age where you can bear legal responsibility. The reason why the uncle taught you this is very simple.]

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"Tsk, little brat, how come you can log into the website faster than me?"

Uncle Shabi didn't want to talk anymore. He originally wanted to take the little brat to see the dark side of society, but the Internet cafe had just turned on the computer and he hadn't even logged in yet and they were already browsing the web pages.

Is this reasonable?

"Old man, the gold coins exploded."

However, when Yuan saw the star rating on the other party's account, he stopped talking nonsense.

Of course, there are no star ratings on the website, but if you look at the tasks they have taken, they will give you a general recommendation, so you can generally tell a person's ability.

Big data push is really useful.

"Tell me, who are you going to kill? Which villain?"

Uncle Shabi looked at the little kid and told him earnestly based on his experience.

"Killers are not good people. For us, making money is enough."

Being a killer is a profession that cannot be washed clean, and this includes Sakura who later on destroyed Qianjie's home, the nursing home with many innocent children, for the sake of her mission.

"So kill that evil guy?"

Yuan leaned lazily in his seat, as if he didn't hear anything, waiting for the other party to choose a target.

"Let me tell you something. Evil people are always the hardest to kill because they have no bottom line and will spend money, using the money they have squeezed to protect and arm themselves."

For ordinary killers, no one would go after those notorious villains unless there is a personal vendetta or the reward is too much.

Of course he does too.

"Is there a difference?" Yuan tilted his head and looked at the other party in confusion.

If learning the other party's martial arts requires killing innocent people, he will leave decisively and may even call the police to have the other party arrested.

"You'll understand sooner or later."

"Yeah, so I don't understand now."

Can people who haven’t really listen to the words of someone who has experienced it?

Moreover, the other party is not an experienced person. He is just a simple bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong. He is a young man who has not yet succumbed to the society and has never been reckless.

After staring at each other for a long time, Uncle Shabi took a step back.

"Just in time to show you what a top killer is."

He began to like this kid, even though he was very unpleasant.

"By the way, your training methods are already very complete. Are you interested in learning my fighting skills? Secret teachings, for a fee."

Besides, who would hate someone with a bottom line? He really needs such a person.

Just like what the kid said, he is already half dead, but he still has children, although people who engage in political persecution usually don't get far.

But he couldn't just bet on this unspoken rule.

"I'm interested, but by the way, what's your name, uncle?"

"Sabi."

"……what!"

"I admit that I may not respect you very much, but there is no need for you to scold me directly."

His brain froze for a moment. It had been a long time since he had heard such straightforward language, and he was unable to react for a moment.

"I mean, I'm Shabby!"

deep:……

It was a close call, his brain almost froze.

To be honest, after understanding what the other party meant, Yuan burst out laughing.

How can someone be called Shabi?

I can't stand it any longer.

What's even more amazing is that he was even happier after he found out that Sakura was pronounced in Japanese, which is also called Shabi.

"That is to say, puff hahahaha... ahem, who is the target?"

The expression of laughter disappeared instantly. He was professionally trained and could hold back his laughter no matter how funny the situation was.

Unless you really can’t help it, hahahaha!

Shabi: ...

Because of their different thinking, he could not understand what the other person was laughing at, but instead thought that the other person was sick.

He sighed and continued to prepare for his trip. After all, he could not leave Mu Continent.

When everything was ready, Shabi discovered that the kid wanted to go home for dinner.

At that time, he almost had a brain congestion and passed out.

"What do you think this is? This is murder! This is not playing house... Me, you, me *"

Yuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly went over and patted him on the back, fearing that he would pass out from anger.

"Calm down. Although I know you are homeless, you still have to let me finish my meal at home."

Yuan explained innocently that after all, he was still young and he had to go home for dinner no matter how he thought about it.

Shabi: ...

He felt like he was having a stroke, even though he wasn't having one.

"Can't you tell your family?"

"I just want to go back and tell my family."

Yuan spread his hands. Who knew that the other party would be so stupid as to bring him here? He was not a fortune teller, so how could he have guessed that they would have to sail far away today?

Shabi: (＠_＠;)

His head hurt, but for a moment he couldn't find what was wrong with the other person's words.

"Wouldn't you have told me in advance?"

"You didn't tell me in advance." Yuan looked very confused and even began to doubt the other party's IQ.

You should respect the order of cause and effect to a certain extent.

Covering his chest in pain, Shabi began to doubt whether his decision a few days ago was correct.

Where did this good kid come from?

But he changed his mind and thought that Sakura seemed to be so well behaved, so it didn't seem so difficult to accept.

No, Sakura is Sakura and the brat is the brat! They definitely can't be compared.

After a conversation that gave Uncle Shabi a brain congestion, Yuan still jumped back home.

Not to mention, I feel a little excited when I think about punishing evildoers soon.

Naturally, his excitement at the dinner table was noticed by others, and now his mother really suspected that he was in love.

"By the way, Yuan, don't you have a teacher? How is he?" I was quite curious. After all, in Blanca's opinion, Yuan was an invincible boy in a sense.

It seems that nothing can stump him, except mathematics.

"My teacher..." Thinking of Uncle Shabi, Yuan suddenly fell silent.

Man as his name suggests.

"Why are you silent? Could it be that he can fly over rooftops and walls?"

"I don't like talking about others behind their backs." Yuan suddenly raised his head and looked at Blanca seriously.

After all, he is a good boy at home.

"So what kind of person is he? We are a family, Yuan."

So, tell me quietly.

deep:……

Currently, the one with the lowest emotional intelligence in the family is Blanca. After all, she is not very old and she is a normal child, so it is difficult for her to hear the hidden meaning behind the words.

Yuan felt that he needed to remind the other party and help him grow up.

"Blanca!"

Then the voice suddenly became louder and more serious, which startled Blanca.

"I'm telling you, I never speak ill of others behind their backs, nor do I verbally abuse or personally attack others behind their backs, and I certainly never curse my teacher behind his back!"

The words were righteous and awe-inspiring. Blanca thought at first that he was scolding her, but it took her a while to realize that it seemed that he had already said everything.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Yuan had already lowered his head to eat. However, the other three people were also sitting in their seats, looking at each other blankly.

The more you taste it, the more wrong it becomes.

"By the way, Mom, I'm going out for a while after dinner." Yuan suddenly remembered this when he was almost done with dinner.

Don't blame him. After all, Senior Shabi doesn't hold a very high position in his heart.

[It seems like you have a lot of opinions about him. ]

Nonsense, a killer, how could he have a good impression of the other party?

If the other party's daughter had not become a hero who would protect humanity in the future, he would have called the police long ago if this kind of authentic and pure killer had not been.

[Uh, isn’t this what you do in real life? ]

What words! What words!

No matter how many dirty things Destiny does, in the final analysis, it is an organization that protects humanity. For the normal development of this organization, you must work hard to protect the world.

【Oh, you kill people without paying. 】

...6

"Not allowed."

He was still planning to explain to Xiao Ai, but his mother coldly rejected his request.

"Oh……"

He lowered his head pitifully. What else could he do? He was just a pitiful and helpless child who had no one to love him.

"Not allowed."

"Oh."

His tone instantly calmed down. Humph, who cares! And he didn't ask the other party, that sentence was just a notification.

He wants to leave, who can stop him?