From Onepunch-Man Begins Magical Adventure

The magnetic and infectious voice of the top hero makes the skeptical Siqi put half of his heart down.

Relieved, he cautiously asked into the air, "Lord Jossen, didn't you leave with Miss Tornado?" You're back, that... What about Miss Tornado? Compared

to Joson, who has a gentle and reliable personality, he wants to know where the little ancestor of the tornado is.

The voice in his head paused for two seconds, and Siqi suddenly wondered if the S-class hero was organizing language.

“...... Don't worry, the tornado is fine, but I need your help with a little thing here... You're alone in the office right now, right?

"That's right! I'm in the office.

"Okay, then I'll come in."

The dazzling blue light flashed, and Siqi rubbed his eyes

, and saw Josson's tall figure appear in the middle of his office, walking to the sofa in two steps, and gently putting down something.

When he turned sideways to reveal what had been put down on the sofa, Cich's little heart, which had not yet been completely put down, almost spewed out along a mouthful of old blood.

Poof....

This man actually put down is...

Tornado!

No, what's wrong with you Miss Tornado?!

(⊙ˍ⊙)

Siqi suddenly thought about it with great fear, and while sweating coldly, he had already made up 200,000 words of detailed experience in his mind.

"Heart Net" grabbed some interesting information, and Jossen chased it with a critical attitude, and only then comforted with unending meaning: "Don't worry, it's not as you think, the tornado seems to be a little tired, let her rest here first, it shouldn't be troublesome, right?" "

Sitchy:"..."

"No..." "

Ha! It's good if it's not troublesome, it's a big help, inside the frame~"

Seeing the very familiar Jossen making a goodbye gesture while rushing to answer, and then using the superpower at the speed of light to run away, Siqi really wanted to die.

"I mean... Don't!! "

......

Time goes back to the present.

——Lord Johnson too, actually left the tornado here so irresponsibly, how should I explain it to her later... Oops, my head hurts!

After not knowing how many brain cells were killed, Cich gave up thinking.

It is impossible to put rotten and there is still so much work that has not been done.

Siqi sighed silently and returned to his busy work, forgetting the time for a moment.

Another hour passed.

In a burst of knowledge, the tornado slowly opened his eyes.

Unfamiliar ceiling....

Where is this?

...... No, it seems a little familiar?

Suck ....

"Huh?"

There was a strange noise in the quiet office, and Siqi subconsciously turned his head to look at it, and then his face changed greatly.

"Dragon, Miss Tornado, you're awake..." The

dragon scroll with a strong face seemed to have just woken up, smashed his small mouth, then raised his hand to wipe the remaining saliva from the corner of his mouth, and sat up from the sofa with a confused look.

Seeing

the dark-hued interior of the headquarters room, Tornado rubbed his forehead, which felt like he had been punched and was actually a little red, and gradually recalled what happened before he fell into a coma.

The

tender little face first turned red, and then blackened visibly with the naked eye.

——That guy, dare to do that kind of thing to me!?

Siqi behind the bulging desk couldn't help but tremble when he saw the little hands that were clenched into fists by the tornado, and at the same time, a familiar green light loomed, and he couldn't help but turn black again.

...... Still coming?!

Without saying anything, he hurriedly hugged the nearest document, and then closed his eyes with a resignant expression.

Farewell, my office!

The next moment, a blinding green light filled the entire office.

The alloy door was like a crumpled mass of waste paper, which lasted less than a second before it was broken open and smashed into the wall of the corridor.

A furious aura gushed out of Ciqi's office, accompanied by a scream of shame.

"Joe—Sen—"

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. Sneeze - Johnson rubbed his nose, and the cup in front of him was a mess.

After not getting together for a long time, Saitama and Bungu drank happily, hooking shoulders and backs for a while, dancing for a while, humming a ditty that only men understand.

Although the age of both of them is completely incompatible with middle-aged, the temperament of the middle-aged man after drunkenness is quite in place.

At this time, to say that these two drunkards are heroes, it is estimated that no one will believe it.

King and Bungu, who had just joined, were meeting for the first time, and they were not sociable and behaved a little restrained during the dinner.

Seeing Saitama and King's training during the day, I also sensed that he only had the breath of ordinary people on him, but the silent King's strong aura was still the old man who looked at it.

Could it be that this man with three scars on his face is not simple.

After all, the momentum of the strong cannot be disguised!

Where did King know Bungu's doubts, and now he wondered if he could eat enough for a while.

A week of getting along (beating) made him know how miserable eating at Saitama's house would be, and an ordinary person who wanted to survive could only taoguang raise obscurity, and wait until the few perverts present had almost lost their combat effectiveness to blend into the battle.

Although strategy games are also King's forte, what really made him understand these truths was the painful experience.

If you say too much, you will cry, and the past will not be mentioned again!

Saitama's house was full of fireworks, and most of the four members of the hot pot group also undressed and ate sweaty.

Seeing this, Johnson used his mind to open the doors and windows of the balcony and kitchen, and the night breeze in no man's land blew in, bringing a burst of refreshment.

At this point, the tornado should wake up, right?

Jossen is well aware of his body, and it is difficult to catch a cold in this life.

The sneeze I just sneezed was remembered nine times out of ten.

And who has he offended recently?

Of course, it is still the green loli that is far away in City A.

Others, regardless of species, have been killed by the F-cubs who have recently been keen on Euler.

Suffer from old sins!

Remembered by the tornado, Joson is not worthy.

As he and Bungu said, although the tsundere was messing around, he still had a measured move.

Each battle causes serious damage to the city, and several times more civilians can be saved than other heroes.

As long as you don't mention the minefield hot words such as short, little ghost, flat-chested, weak chicken, and she will be finished if she has made enough trouble.

Moreover, the tornado has not even done the normal Jossen this time, in the words of the game, it has not yet fought a stage of boss fighting.

Although it was attacked by someone who did not speak of martial virtue.

Behind, there are also new ship modes waiting to be unlocked, such as Full Force Qiao Sen, Immortal Johnson and even Serious Johnson Sen.

If you know this, you must have a funny expression on your face.

Bang!

A cold beer bottle paused in front of Josson.

Cold and refreshing beer foam splashed out along the mouth of the open bottle, and the half-bald little balls came over with red cheeks.