MHA: Sword God

Seeing the timid girl going away, Ken found it a little funny.

This was not the first time Nacher had peeped at him, but everyone had a tacit understanding and were silent.

After all, Nacher and Ken were not much different in age, and they got along very well.

Ken was also a very good boy.

He had some ideas that everyone could understand.

In this regard, Ken was also helpless.

He did not want to erect a bad image in front of his uncle and aunt.

However, looking at the introduction of Nacher's quirk that flowed in his heart, Ken's heart moved, and some good ideas emerged in his mind.

But when he remembered that Nacher was the maid of the Yaoyorozu family, Ken's face constantly changed.

And he rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and finally.

After gritting his teeth, he sighed, "It's good. There will always be someone at home to answer."

The night came suddenly.

On the quiet and long-distance path, Nacher was shrouded in a black robe.

She was a little flustered and looked at Ken, who was also shrouded in a black robe next to her.

She cautiously asked, "Master, where are we going?"

"We're going to some fun places." Ken paused, and gently lifted Nacher's hat.

He gently looked at the girl's slightly dodging eyes, and said sincerely, "Nacher, this is a little secret that only belongs to us."

"Only us?"

Under the bright moonlight, Nacher blinked in surprise, seemingly looking forward to it.

"Well, it's only our secret."

Taking advantage of the situation, Ken grabbed Nacher's slender waist.

Ken, who thought he had a good EQ, would never let go of this fleeting opportunity.

Nacher's body suddenly stiffened. Ken picked up Nacher's long brown hair and bit her soft earlobe.

"Yeah."

There seemed to be a snort, but Nacher didn't struggle.

Instead, she quietly buried her head in Ken's chest.

After a while, Nacher's brown pupils showed a hint of confusion.

She took care of her messy black robe, and said seriously, "A secret that only belongs to us...two...people... ...Secret...secret."

"Yeah." Ken raised the corners of his mouth.

He grabbed Nacher's hand, and walked towards the dark corner.

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The night was still quiet, but tonight it was different from the past.

There seemed to be a different feeling in the air tonight.

In an abandoned warehouse.

A strange noise broke the tranquility of the past.

"McGrady, you bastard, where is the person you are talking about?"

"Yeah, seven or eight of us have been waiting here for more than an hour."

"Hmph, if you dare to mess with me, I will definitely tear you up alive."

On the tattered junk cars, seven or eight people sat with different postures, but they all exuded a strong aura.

In particular, there was a young man leaning on a corner who was wearing a peaked cap.

Even if the other people saw him, they immediately looked away.

"That said, wait for a while. The boss will definitely come if he said that he would come."

Not far away, McGrady, who was standing at the highest point of the scrap car in a leather jacket, said indifferently.

"Come on, I won't stay here anymore." A big man suddenly spit on the ground with disdain.

Then, he turned and walked towards the door of the abandoned warehouse.

Looking at the big man's back, McGrady frowned slightly, as if hesitating how to deal with him.

At this moment, a weak female voice suddenly appeared in his heart clearly, "He said, if it's not your friend, then just finish him."

Then, before McGrady cpuld hesitate, the voice appeared again, "It's okay to let this become a big thing."

"Hmph, I've long wanted to take care of this bastard. He is so crooked and annoying." McGrady snorted disdainfully.

He suddenly patted the big man's back with his right hand.

With a loud "bang", a scrap car closest to him suddenly smashed through the air.

"You bastard! I have long known that you have some crooked ideas."

The big man heard the sound of the air being split apart behind him.

He was suddenly frightened and reacted quickly to turn around in the blink of an eye.

In his horrified eyes, the car suddenly accelerated and smashed toward him.

Blood splashed, and the big man flew out like a ragdoll.

"Trash, he really thinks I am the same I was last night." McGrady glanced at the big guy who flew out with disdain.

He looked at the rest of the crowd coldly, with an undisguised murderous intent.

He sneered, "Want to go? I rarely ask you to come over, don't be disrespectful and shameless."

The remaining few people all stood up from the waste cars, and frowned.

At this moment, the young man leaning on the corner who was wearing a peaked cap suddenly said, "The person behind the scenes seems to be here."