Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

[The rescue team of social animals]

Guda: [Guda shared a picture to the group]

Guda: [Is there any explanation for this wave? 】

The dark chat room was kicked off by this notification sound. Several people on the other side of the ocean saw the notification sound on their phones that only sounded for special attention. They immediately put down what they were doing and began to observe and study.

Then they saw the pair of caring girls in the picture.

The dream of millions of boys in the northern hemisphere: [? 】

[ @Guda has several meanings. Even if you cheated on me, why do you still post photos to show off in the group? You want me so badly that you can’t get off the stage? How am I sorry for you! 】

[ @Guda come out and answer the question! You have the guts to cheat, but you don’t have the guts to reply! 】

Lay's Biscuits and Pringles: [Don't call me Long Legs, you just posted them for us to see. He is probably still playing with the little girl at the amusement park. Old aunties like us must have been tired of playing with them a long time ago. 】

The dream of millions of boys in the Northern Hemisphere: [Fart, my pearls are pink. 】

Lay’s Biscuit Pringles: [? 】

Lay's Biscuit Pringles: [Forget it, I won't argue with you. Compared with these, have you noticed that the background of Guda is not an ordinary amusement park, it is Disney. I can see the broken globe and the long queue. The door is open. 】

The dream of millions of boys in the Northern Hemisphere: [Judging from the sun’s illumination and direction, it’s probably a new shot. How many people in Japan at this point go to Disneyland? Damn, you don’t have to work, right? 】

Lay's Biscuits and Pringles: [Not entirely true, most of them are young lovers who have no pressure in life, and there are also hard-working office workers who simply spend all their annual leave. You just have to imagine that they not only have to work hard every day, but also finish work. For the sake of family harmony, you will use up your annual leave to go to the crowded Disneyland and wait in line for three hours with your little daughter just to say a few words to the virtual doll, and you will feel much better. 】

The dream of millions of boys in the northern hemisphere: [You have such a dark mind. 】

【I really like. 】

Lay's Biscuit Pringles: [Hehehehehe, how can someone have a better time than us? We are obviously the ace team that saves the world, why are these mortals secretly having fun? Look at the twenty-three pixels under Guda’s armpits. The man in the jacket and shirt is currently spying on the beautiful woman next to his girlfriend, and his girlfriend’s neck muscles have begun to exert strength at this moment, and soon she will Will find him. 】

[If you look in the center where Guda and the girl are having a heart-to-heart match, you can vaguely see another couple. The man has already vomited next to the trash can with Mickey's head on it. I'm afraid he will be killed soon. The scornful girlfriend next to him abandoned him! good! One less couple, good! 】

The dream of millions of boys in the Northern Hemisphere: [Do you use your business vision and information processing capabilities in a place like this? 】

Lay's Biscuits and Pringles: [Shut up, how do you know my stocks haven't been sold yet! I don’t want to hear this kind of news, and I don’t want to think about the subprime mortgage crisis that may break out in the United States next year. I just want to see others suffer more than me! 】

[Look, you can also find that we can even see a small brown dot outside Disney just about thirty-seven pixels above Guda’s shoulder. From my observation, it should be a ramen cart. 】

[Hahahaha, are even the ramen stall owners so embarrassed now? Even on days like this, they have to come to Disneyland to compete with the Mouse Man for business. 】

The dream of millions of boys in the Northern Hemisphere: [You can tell it’s a stroller even with such small pixels? You usually use a magnifying glass to look at Guda’s selfies, right? 】

【Hello. 】

【You were poked by me, right? 】

【.】

[Where are the people? 】

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At this time, in Thirty Seven Pixels, outside Disneyland, there was a ramen cart.

Gudu Gudu Gudu

The pork bone soup that has been simmered for a long time is boiling. The huge bubbles are churning and bursting in the turbid water, making a slight sound. A strong aroma is wafting from the cooking pot to the outside of the ramen stall.

Kelp and bonito flowers are the key to extracting the umami flavor. The originally thick white soup base will add a little umami and salty flavor with this seasoning to suppress the greasiness and add a layer of complex flavor.

The thick Japanese-style barbecued pork leaves streaks due to the string binding. After being untied, it is placed on the chopping board and grilled by the ramen master's spray gun to make a sizzling sound. The surface is crispy and the surface is crispy. Slightly revealing Michelin's favorite brown color.

When the hard handmade noodles are put into the soup, they will naturally bend and cluster, and then the ramen master's movements will complete the extraction, forming beautiful colors and shapes.

The ramen cart is located at the side entrance of Disneyland. If you don’t go to Disneyland from inside Chiba Prefecture, but enter directly from the main entrance, it will be difficult to find this cart.

But at this moment, a sports car as black and shiny as a panther was parked next to the ramen stall. Both the glass and the handlebars were spotless. It was as if the car had been specially washed and sprayed with fragrance enhancer before going out. After passing by People there were either impressed by the sports car, or they were hungry and wanted to check out the ramen stall, so they all took a few steps towards this side.

But it was only a few steps.

Everyone within a radius of twenty meters from the ramen stall would freeze on the spot, feeling pain in their bodies as if they had been hit by an emerald splash.

Perhaps it was biological instinct, but no one dared to approach the ramen stall. What was even more amazing was that the ramen chef opened his shop here and has not been driven away yet.

Everyone left the stall with such doubts, not knowing what kind of scenery they would see inside when they unwrapped the dark cloth cover.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

In the wooden van, the ramen chef looked solemn at the moment.

The sharp and handsome facial curves are extremely rigid. He does not look like a ramen chef, but more like an ancient general who used the Yanyue Sword to kill the enemy in the midst of thousands of troops, leaving the enemy with tears streaming down his face and discarding his helmet and armor.

The basket in his hand is not shaking the face, but stabbing the half-man-high knife into the enemy general's body, causing scarlet ripples.

Beside him sat the only guest.

The guest is an old man. He is wearing a black suit and a rose-red bow tie. His pale silver hair and beard are neatly arranged and do not look rough, but look like a decent European gentleman.

The nose is high and the deep eyes hide a lot of time, but they are not cloudy at all, but so clear that they are piercingly clear and indestructible.

It was a frighteningly handsome old man with a gentle and warm smile on his face.

The ramen chef finally completed the last step of preparing the noodles. He put the noodles in tonkotsu soup, added barbecued pork, dried bamboo shoots, dried seaweed and chopped green onions, and placed the bowl of noodles in front of the guests.

The ramen chef has sharp eyes, while the customer accepts it with a slight smile.

The European gentleman placed the noodles in front of him. He first elegantly picked up a spoon and gently scraped a spoonful of soup. After slowly putting it into his mouth, his cheeks undulated slightly, as if he was savoring the taste.

The old man nodded slightly, and then he inserted his chopsticks into the noodles again. He was obviously a European, but this action was extremely smooth and powerful. There was no room for the noodles to slide down in his chopsticks, and the man moved them with terrifying precision. Put some white scallions and barbecued pork into your mouth.

Then, the old man made that sound

siu~~~~~~~

The ramen chef wiped his palms with a white towel, raised his eyes, and spoke with a fierce look like a lion hidden in his eyes.

"Guest, why are you eating so loudly?"

The old ramen chef was so intimidating at the moment that if he were an ordinary person, his knees would be shaking and he would be unable to speak. However, the European gentleman raised his eyebrows easily and spoke cheerfully.

"Oh?" the old man said after chewing a mouthful of noodles, wiping the corners of his mouth with a white napkin. "I heard siu~~~~~ In Japan, being loud enough when eating ramen is a sign of respect for the ramen chef. Am I remembering it wrong?"

There was no particular dissatisfaction in what the ramen master said, but the fierce light in his eyes became more and more obvious, and the great pressure fell on this small space. The master said in a calm voice.

"You're right, but I asked you to make the sound of slurping noodles. Not the sound of a Portuguese star scoring a goal." The ramen chef corrected him.

Hearing this, the guest suddenly realized.

"you're right."

The old man nodded seriously.

"So I'm not respecting you. When did you have that illusion?"

"Ange you old bastard!!!"

The originally solemn atmosphere on the eve of Iai suddenly dissipated. The ramen chef named Uesugoshi slapped the ramen table and roared, his eyes glowing red.

"Hey hey hey! Calm down my friend." The elegant old man raised his hands pretending to be innocent, his posture was very European. "This is not the first time we have met. I don't have two wooden knives with me. If you go crazy, I will have to pick you up and take you to the nearby Tokyo Bay and throw you in for a bath."

Oh my god, those words were simply arrogant and domineering to the point of losing one's mind.

Anyone who has seen the back of Master Yue who bravely broke into Genji Heavy Industry that day will know what kind of monster is hidden under this seemingly ordinary ramen master.

As long as he is willing, he alone can overthrow the heavily guarded Genji Heavy Industries, the Japanese hybrid nest, and still have time to use the bodies of his fallen generals to build a small hill like a Lego toy. Put it under your butt and pretend to take pictures.

Want to throw Master Yue like this into Tokyo Bay?

That is really an extremely rare scene.

But the person involved didn’t seem to think so.

Master Yue's eyes looked fierce, like a lion out of its cage, and he reacted violently.

Perhaps, this is a side proof.

Because those who sit on the throne will not care about others' provocations to them, nor will they cause waves in their hearts.

If it can make Uesugoshi so angry, the only thing that can prove it is one reality.

——That’s what the old man in front of me can really do.

The European gentleman has a teasing smile on his face, and his beard curves up along with the muscles on his face. Strong and handsome words are rarely used to describe old people, but they don't seem to be too much for this old man named Angers.

Because time has not left any traces on his body except wrinkles.

His name was Hilbert Jean Angers.

The strongest hybrid in the world.

PS: While hiding in the mall, I mentioned that Master Yue went to Disneyland to open a store.

When riding along the coastline, the description of the scenery mentioned airplanes in the sky.

I finally wrote about Angers. Damn it, when I first watched it, I thought this old man was so handsome and awesome. In the first part, Constantine was casually killed and the Dragon King was fed to the students. In the second part, the mixed-race body breaks through the little devil's domain and grabs business from people's faces. It's so handsome.

As a result, the third part gave me a big wave of weakening. I couldn't defeat the dragon-shaped corpse guard who was casually beaten to low health by Eriyi with all my strength, which became a stepping stone for Master Yue.

The fourth part was even taken off the production line after being fucked face-to-face and sent to the hospital.

Kuso, I don’t accept it. Anyway, the setting of Angers has not been finished yet, and it is obvious that so many foreshadowings have been laid. Now I will say that Angers is the strongest hybrid species on the surface! Just keep it hidden!

Grandma, the only mixed race in modern times who does serious work, a handsome old man with white hair, I must give him a hard cock!

I will post an update tomorrow (a burst of words in terms of word count, because the plot needs to be coherent, I chose to combine them and post them together, about 10,000 words)