From Onepunch-Man Begins Magical Adventure

"Hello, F-cub.

Tornado lay on Jossen's shoulder and waved hello to the cub, "Although it may not be the first time we have met."

Cub F bowed his head slightly and extended his hand in a friendly manner towards the tornado.

Tornado was slightly startled, and then smiled and stretched out his little hand to shake him.

The touch is as thick and cold as a rock, unlike the body temperature of a normal human, and it is completely different from the impression of Jossen's broad and warm big hands.

A strange thought turned in Tornado's mind, and he muttered softly in his mouth: "Being able to collect superpower elements from the outside world, no wonder there are more strange superpowers every time we meet..."

"What are you muttering?"

"Nothing!"

Jossen's big hand suppressed it, and Tornado's head shrank instinctively.

Then she thought of something as if she got rid of the big hand on her head, floated in front of Jossen, and asked with a serious face: "You just said that if the stand-in is injured, you will also be hurt the same?"

"Yes, as a substitute messenger, the status of the body and the substitute have always been equal," Joson and the F cub looked at each other, and replied, "Generally speaking, if the substitute dies, the body will also die; similarly, if the avatar dies, the avatar will cease to exist." "

It sounds like quite important information..."

Dragon Scroll was startled when he heard this, his expression was slightly hesitant, and he hesitated: "Just tell me like this, is it okay?"

"Good!"

Hearing this, Dragon Scroll opened his eyes and nodded solemnly: "I will." The

two floated slowly in the deep blue sky, not speaking for a while.

Cub F consciously held the wine bottle and followed the two.

The atmosphere seemed to have changed subtly, and a soft and smooth little hand did not know how to run to the palm of Jossen's hand.

He squeezed it gently, and it felt good.

In the sky, Dragon Scroll's face was slightly red, and he suddenly remembered something and whispered: "By the way, didn't you just say that you want to drink, is there a cup?"

Qiao

Sen nodded, the power of space submerged into the surrounding time and space under the domination of the core of the lawyer, and the air under the feet of the two was like the surface of super-cold and frozen water, quickly solidifying from invisible to substance.

Cub F immediately stepped forward, threw out three white cards in succession, turned into tables and chairs and a set of celadon wine glasses and landed on the air ground.

"Taste a little," Joson pulled the tornado to sit down, poured a small half glass for the wine glass in front of her, and poured a glass himself, instructing, "If you don't think it tastes good, don't drink it." "

Okay!"

Toron picked up his glass expectantly, recalling how the two old drunkards, Bungu and Saitama, had touched the cup in Josen's hand.

"Cheers!"

tons -

the liquor in the celadon wine glass instantly bottomed out, and the pupils of the tornado after swallowing the action constricted, and then the naked eye visibly entered the red temperature.

“...... Qiao

Sen: "..."Aiming

at the tornado that was spicy all over the sky, Qiao Sen

couldn't help but be speechless.

In the end, it was a step late, how can anyone learn to drink for the first time to be a drunkard

! No way, let's catch people first!

A teleportation came to the sky, and the shaky tornado happened to crash into Jossen's arms.

"Ouch!" felt

the familiar temperature of Jossen's palm from his waist, and the tearful tornado seemed to see a savior, skillfully pointing to his mouth for help.

-- Drink! Help!

This is an experience that has been spicited.

"Drink?Okay, drink is coming~"

At this scene, Joson did not hesitate, picked her up and buried her head deeply.

Tornado: !!

The tornado leaned on Jossen's chest, recalling the sudden wonderful feeling, only to feel that the alcohol was constantly surging, and the little face was slightly hot.

"That, I still want to... One more drink!"

With a gentle smile on his face, Jossen readily agreed, "No problem. "

............ The two-hour dividing line............

Midnight.

By the time Joson returns to reality from the "imaginary space" and sends the drunken tornado to the room to rest, the hot pot party is over.

At this time, Blowing Snow, who was well fed and drunk, had changed into pajamas and slept soundly holding the quilt.

This girl slept too hard, and she didn't notice that someone had changed the quilt wrapped in her arms to her sister.

Anyway, the feel is soft and warm, and Blowing Snow turned over in her sleep, lifted a long leg to suppress the tornado, and held her in her arms like a pillow.

The sisters seemed to smell a reassuringly familiar smell and then fell asleep together.

On the other side, a few old drunkards who had opened up to drink were already drunk, but fortunately, Genos, a new generation of "universal housekeeping stars", was there, which carried everyone back to the house one by one.

As for the hungry wolf, one of the specially invited team members, due to the repeated stimulation of Johnson and the tornado, he saw the desperate gap between himself and the strong man like a chasm.

Some people will choose to rot when they see the gap, while others will catch up, and the taciturn hungry wolf clearly belongs to the latter.

After dinner, he had returned to the lonely corner of the forest in the back mountain, sweating hard, intending to spend one night to make up for today's fallen practice.

Seeing his lonely back, Bungu beard, who was already too drunk on the surface to open his eyes, moved slightly, and finally did not say anything more.

- Let him go today.

The old man thought silently in his heart, and then let the wine rush up, and returned to his room to sleep with the help of Genos.

When Johnson passed by the dining room, Genos, who had finished cleaning up his room, had wiped the soiled hallway floor clean.

At this time, the reformed boy stood at the door of the restaurant, his hands were together, and several devices similar to spray ports were ejected on each of his two forearms, and the "incinerator" emitted a strong air flow at the lowest power.

Suddenly, the residual hot pot smell in the restaurant was quickly dispelled by the strong wind that poured in.

Boom—

"Mr. Josson, you're back!" Seeing Josson,

Genos's posture remained unchanged and he took the initiative to greet.

"Hard work, Genos," Joson couldn't help but ask, looking at the humanoid blower-like action, "When was this new move developed?" The

latter explained with a serious face: "Considering that the teacher likes hot pot very much, when I went back last time to update the equipment, I specially asked the small function designed by the doctor, and added an air booster module on the basis of the "incineration cannon", which I named the "dispersion cannon". "

“...... Good name!" "

For the quality of life of the teacher, take the initiative to add housekeeping function modules to the body, is this the thinking mode of the housekeeping star?