Nightmare wake up

Chapter 432 Working Secretary Darth Franco!Facing the ugly uncle?

Darth Franco was quite resistant to this, but resistance was useless.

Unpredictable is just a look, let him recall the current situation.
He will definitely be on Pandora's most wanted list. If he doesn't change his image, will the days of freedom be bad?
Once he is identified, even Mo Ke cannot save him, let alone can Mo Ke save him?
If he is discovered, he will also discover that Mo Ke is traveling with him, and they will also be dragged into the water.Based on Das's understanding of Unpredictable, hehe, not only will the new owner not save himself, but he will probably kill him one step ahead of time, so that he can break away from the relationship
Therefore, it is better to be obedient and obedient.

After Mo Ke touched his bald head in satisfaction, he added another sentence:
"By the way, let's grow the beard and grow it longer, um... just the beard!"

Das: "...I'm only 22 years old."

This time not only the hair is gone, but the beard has to grow
Mo Ke was serious: "What's wrong with being 22 years old? No one can deprive you of your freedom with a bald head and a big beard!"

"You came out at the age of 22, why didn't you tell me?"

Darth is completely speechless
Is this logical?

In any case, once a person becomes bald, his image will change drastically in an instant. After growing a beard, the probability of Das being recognized by others will be greatly reduced.

Mo Ke has already made up his mind. When he returns to Hot Springs, Darth's beard should almost grow back. At that time, he will take a photo and use his position to ask Mrs. Catherine to create a Federation photo for Darth's new image. Identify card.

New image, new name, legal identity, this is a great change in the system!
At that time, no one would have imagined that the escaped prisoner pursued by Pandora would actually be hidden among the informants of Pandora's Supervision Office. How do you say that?

Is it dark under the lights?

Even if the inspector investigates in the future, Das's new identity can shake hands with the inspector who is investigating as the Punisher informant.
Of course, the success of this operation is due to the fact that there are many black households in Rodinia itself, and there is no population management system such as face recognition and ironborn database.

Looking back at Darth Franco who was following behind, his head was covered with snow, and his windbreaker collar was erected to cover half of his face, Mo Ke nodded in satisfaction.

This image should be much safer.

Not only that, when they return to Hot Spring City, the application for hiring an informant should be submitted to the captain early, so that the unit will allocate the corresponding fees.

At the same time helping Dass to apply for legal status, he can also blackmail his salary, which is another income!

After getting off the train, Mo Ke easily escaped the exit ticket inspection with the work permit of the Supervision Bureau.

He said to the ticket inspector with a straight face like this: "Well, we didn't take the train, we just went into the train station to check the station master's water meter."

How could such a small role as the ticket inspection staff dare to offend these two great gods?
Let go quickly!Let go quickly!
Turn around and quickly report to the station master secretly, saying that you have been secretly investigated by people from the Supervision Bureau.
Such a big deal!The webmaster will definitely save face?In the future work, I will take care of myself anyway.

Unexpectedly, the two hired a rickshaw and stayed in a hotel in Dongcheng City.

25 silver dollars a day for a suite with two bedrooms, Das was naturally arranged outside.

After thinking about it, Mo Ke took out two gold thread banknotes from the warehouse, and pushed them aggressively in front of Das.

"When your beard grows, you will appear as my work secretary."

"Of course, this identity is for the outside world. For the Supervision Office, I will say that you are my informant."

Das touched his bald head, and took the money with a smile.

Mi Ke nodded, and added: "The work secretary, I will leave the payment to you in the future."

Das flicked the banknotes in his hand, suddenly felt that it was a little less, he hesitated for a few seconds and asked:

"The money is gone. Do you want it again?"

He wisely changed the address from you to "you".

There was no expression on Mo Ke's face, and he said lightly: "When the time comes, it depends on your performance."

Darth opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to distinguish anything after all.

"Don't go out these few days, your beard hasn't grown yet, and you don't have an ID card, so it's easy to be discovered." Mo Ke changed the subject and thought for a while:
"Go now, get the last ten days' newspapers of "Ironborn Morning" and "Rodinia Highlights", and find me a rope, the kind that binds people."

This is where the secretarial work is arranged, and the wages are all paid, so why don't you hurry up and order the employees to work?

The boss of the company in his previous life was not as tolerant as he was. He was very harsh on his hardworking migrant workers. How could he let the employees have no work?

Das seemed to sigh slightly, then frowned and asked:

"rope?"

Mo Ke nodded: "It's literally, go!"

With question marks all over his head, Das went out.

Mo Ke touched his face and sighed.

It is an appropriate arrangement for Das, a guy who likes men, to be his work secretary. After all, he is surrounded by beauties, and there will be tens of thousands of stunning elf wives in the future.
This is inevitable, how many big bosses have been ruined by similar things?There are also cases where wives and drivers work hand in hand!
But having said that, you still can't take it lightly, there are too many beauties around Mo Ke, and you have to consider that Darth will be straightened
Thinking of this, Mo Ke touched the shrinking bottle in his pocket, calculated the time, it should be almost three days, and it was time to poison Sister Lian.

So, he took out the barbecue that had been sprinkled with Mongolian sweat medicine, opened the bottle, and threw it in.

You don't need to look at it, just buckle the mouth of the bottle.

After three days of starvation, Sister Lian must be devouring it.

After that, he touched the silver ring again and pulled the source of the talisman.

Nightmare: [Dear World Boss!I have arrived in Dongcheng City, please arrange a place to meet. 】

Kyushu City.

When Mirialia woke up, the sun was already high.

On the bed, she was alone with the messy quilt Tan Nankai had already left.

Her body was naked, and some joints ached from the intense movements last night, and Mirialia struggled to get up with her ashen-faced ashes.

The sun shone on the silky carcass, there was no warm feeling, but a burning pain.

When he got up, he found the wooden box under the bed.

The glass was shattered, and the wine red pajamas were scattered on the ground in a mess.

Seeing this bright color, Mirialia's heart suddenly warmed up.

ugly uncle
that ugly man.

She picked up the wine-red pajamas from the ground, measured it on her shoulders, and it fit.

Wearing it on the body, the cool touch of the silk material makes the whole body feel a lot more relaxed.

She turned around gently, and the red pajamas fluttered like a skirt.
In the mirror on the side, it looks like a red, fluttering butterfly.

Stopping her movements, Mirialia's eyes gradually deepened.

ugly uncle
This ugly half-spirit, Qin's domestic servant and lonely gatekeeper, seems to be interested in him.

Recalling what happened last night, Mirialia was even more convinced that this half-spirit should have feelings for her that transcended the boundaries of her identity.

You can't go wrong, that kind of shy and awkward look when facing yourself.
You can't go wrong!

In the first time, Uncle Ugly said that he was outside the door, and he would be affected by his contract ability.
And his contract ability is: Charm!

The corner of this ugly uncle Mili Yalia's mouth suddenly twitched involuntarily, revealing a miserable smile.

Is it because I often practice "charming" against the air in the room, subtly fascinated the semi-spirit outside the door?
As a white-level contractor, he managed to charm a half-spirit?
Just kidding!

In short, Mirialia couldn't determine where Uncle Ugly's inexplicable affection for her came from. Did she really fall in love with her, or was it affected by her contractual ability?

She was so confused that she subconsciously held her breath.

Is this matter a good thing or a bad thing?

The huge contrast in one's own personality, the gender difference in spirit and body, and the truth or falsehood of the ugly uncle's feelings for him constitute a rather complicated and inconclusive question——

Do you have that kind of feeling for Uncle Ugly?

This is crazy!
Lu Zijian, who is used to urban love stories, couldn't face himself for a while.

This is like the logic that an honest person is used to and is very familiar with-does someone like him, do you like him (her)?
Therefore, after she was convinced that Uncle Ugly had feelings for her that she shouldn't have, the first thing Mirialia thought of was not gains and losses, nor what impact this bizarre emotion would have on her future, but Subconsciously think first. Whether to accept or repay this emotion!
Lu Zijian, after all, is a person who can't write about love, but believes in love from the bottom of his heart, and honestly rushes to the street.

The honest man is right.

There was even a moment when the word "elope" suddenly popped up in Mirialia's mind, which caught her off guard?
And ugly uncle!
Her mind exploded in an instant.
The brain was at a loss.

Facing herself in the mirror with a shy face but dull eyes, Mirialia forced herself to calm down, throwing out a series of complicated thoughts in her mind.

calm down.
Uncle Ugly is a half-spirit!
He is ugly!
And my soul is still unable to yield to my current body.

Uncle Ugly is indeed a half-spirit, he should have the ability to take himself out of here and out of this cage, but... this is too crazy after all!

If I use one word to describe it, it would be... giant dog blood!

What's more, how to repay the ugly uncle's affection?Tell him, am I actually a man at heart?Do you want to pretend to be a green tea, seduce the ugly uncle, and use him to escape from here?

This. Mirialia smiled wryly again, and smiled, and the smile turned into a miserable smile again.

Shaking her head, she returned to the bed weakly.

After hesitating for an unknown amount of time, she stretched out her hand and rang the bell beside the bed.

This is how to summon the personal maid Xiao Ran.

Not long after, there was a twisting sound from the door lock, and the newly replaced wooden door last night was opened.

"Miss, you are awake."

Xiao Ran looked at Mili Yalia with a smile on her face, scanned the room with crooked eyebrows, and finally landed on the messy quilt on the bed, and said with a sneer:
"The young master treats you well! As soon as I hear that you have been wronged, I will come over to comfort you immediately."

"The young master will definitely punish those Hesse thugs yesterday!"

him?

protect me?
Severely punish the richest man in the Federation, MacArthur Jason?

Mirialia's expression froze, and her face was slightly stiff.

But there was a desolation in his heart, that young and handsome figure slowly dissipated in his heart.

"It's already noon, I'm going to prepare something for the young lady."

Xiao Ran didn't notice the stiffness on Mili Yalia's face, and closed the door with a smile.

With a bang, the door was locked again.

Mirialia sat slumped on the sofa, and her wine-red silk pajamas changed from floating to drooping as the door closed.

In less than a minute, Xiao Ran delivered lunch.

When the door was locked again, facing the carefully prepared dishes, Mirialia didn't have any appetite.

Just when she was in a state of turmoil, the talisman source rolled in the room.

The ugly uncle in black robe appeared out of thin air.

Only this time, he didn't show his face, and used the talisman to hide the ugly face in the hood.
Mirialia's heart was beating violently, and she stared blankly at Uncle Ugly.

I don't know what to say for a while
Uncle Ugly looked her up and down in the wine-red pajamas, and said in a hoarse voice:
"It fits great and looks great!"

"It suits you. No! It should be said. You look good in anything!"

Seemingly heaving a sigh of relief, Uncle Ugly raised his head slightly and asked as if asking:

"Is this comfortable to wear?"

Mirialia nodded hastily in astonishment.

"Very comfortable."

"That's good!" Uncle Ugly got an affirmative answer and seemed very satisfied.

The two fell into silence again.

Originally, there was nothing to talk about, and coupled with the series of events that happened last night, the two of them talking again now seem to have lost the context of last night's no barrier between the protector and the protected.

Finally, Uncle Ugly spoke up.

He changed the subject: "I used to be very good-looking."

Mirialia was stunned, not knowing why.

Instead, he saw a distorted hand protruding from the large black robe, holding a three-inch old black and white photo in his hand.

In the photo is a young man with shiny hair and handsome features.

As if to prove something, Uncle Ugly held up the photo and faced her eyes.

Seeing his serious actions, many complicated thoughts in Mirialia's mind dissipated, and she smiled slightly:
"Is this really you?"

"Hmm!" Uncle Ugly's hoarse voice was full of unquestionable certainty:

"Of course it is me!"

"I became like this after I awakened." The tone of the second half of the sentence was rather sad.

Mirialia's chest slowly fell down, she let out a long sigh of relief, and pointed to the opposite sofa:
"Uncle Ugly, please sit down!"

Uncle Ugly hesitated when he heard the words, but sat down cautiously.

His back was like a bow, almost touching the back of the sofa.

Mili Yali pursed her lips, hesitated, and said very carefully and softly:

"Uncle Ugly, can you teach me how to use the contract ability?"

(End of this chapter)