only monsters

[Miss Xingge: Hello! First, there are guys who look like bosozoku, and then there are celebrities’ imitation cars stopping by. What kind of topic are you going to create? ! 】

When the name of the neighbor across the door suddenly lit up and sent a message, the boy's movements of tossing the ingredients couldn't help but get slightly stuck.

This is not the first time in my memory.

Just like what the other party mentioned about Ghost Snake, the neighbor's sister was not concerned about whether the mercenaries in the office could deal with the bosozoku problem, nor did she care who the owner of the car was.

She doesn't even pay much attention to what's going on in her neighbourhood, but she has opened a performance hall where guests will interact and performers will complain.

This is where her 'intelligence' comes from, and this is what she cares about. Dangerous-looking guys appearing in the surrounding area will make the girls there feel uneasy, and may even hinder business...

This is a small problem. For Omer, this kind of complaint is nothing more than adding an 'escape route' to the firm that should be added in theory.

An emergency escape system that allows for small-scale teleportation options, suitable for any mercenary firm that has a grudge against others.

One step above this is to install a more concealed way to enter the office.

Linton Office does not need to disguise itself as a member of the urban legend of the bad street - Homao still thought so at that time, but now, when the neighbors came to 'complain', he had no intention of clarifying 'that' If it's not a high imitation, it's Maruzensky's car,' he just realized.

It would also be nice to turn the office into Diagon Alley.

Otherwise, just three of the five jockey girls sitting in the living room could make the anti-harassment function of the office system fully operational.

Let's open it now... Little Omo thought this way. After operating the terminal to connect to the office system and typing words to appease the other party, he returned his attention to the present.

"Did something happen?"

With a plain demeanor and a simple apron, Admiring Orihime was stirring the stew in the pot with a spoon. Standing next to Omo, it was hard to tell whether they were siblings or mother and son.

It's so natural. The way this girl moves in the kitchen is so natural. It's the same style as Bourbon: her body and appearance are slightly overdeveloped compared to a high school student, and she looks like she's wearing an apron and cooking. More like a young mother than a student.

Xie is the real young wife - if it were Omer who had been 'contaminated' by Bize for a while, he might have thrown out such rubbish words.

But unfortunately, there is only one miserable kid here who feels that a bunch of elder sisters and aunts are torturing him.

This miserable child has never shouted: "Mom!", so when facing this scenery where it is easy to make mistakes, he still maintains the dead fish eyes that represent rationality.

"A neighbor complained and it was handled simply."

"..."

Hearing a child say something like this, even if he always has a cold demeanor and loves Orihime, he can't help but be startled.

"Are you still the Umastar I know now?" she couldn't help but ask.

Whether it is the appearance of infantilization or the synchronization of the soul, is a question she is also curious about. It also involves the other party's reaction to being confessed... Adoring Orihime subconsciously glanced at the kitchen knife she had just replaced the spoon with.

The broad blade surface reflected Qiqi Aiai's demeanor, which didn't look like her.

When the face suddenly smiled again, she raised it wordlessly.

It's really not her.

But when she was struggling with this problem, little Omo was even more nervous when she heard this.

He glanced nervously at the dragon girl who was standing aside, wagging her tail and drinking wine one after another. She was afraid that the other party would hear the name 'Umastar' and start operating on any search engine.

The seriousness of the matter of opening the box naturally depends on the person. Although there is no practical problem in being ordered to do so, there is no guarantee that it will not become a long-term joke.

With the other party's temperament of short poems and long dreams, it's really hard to say whether this matter is going to be "laughed at for a year".

However, the other person seemed to be just drinking by himself at the moment, as if he was too nervous.

"Yes," he turned around with relief and continued to peel and remove the seeds from the loofah in his hand, "but not much."

"I can't deny that I have thoughts of this age from time to time, just like the way I responded to my neighbor just now. Now that I think about it, that was my past style."

"...Have you ever had to deal with this kind of problem before?" Admire Orihime discovered Hua Dian.

"This is inevitable if the guardian is not very reliable."

He subconsciously glanced at the screen. The electronic adoptive father who was absent from the Gullit set because of his lack of talent. After hearing that Omo finally had a girlfriend yesterday, he uttered arrogant words, and he instructed the Witch Beast to seal her in the chat software. in the pictures folder.

They are probably still lost in there now.

The electronic vampire cannot resist the electronic witch, which can be said to be the tragedy of the vampires (x). And Father Feng's rebellious son is still at large... He is not at large either. He is in jail in the kitchen.

"...But I heard from Karen that you also coached her on family issues..."

Even at that time, Orihime still remembered Ji Ling saying with emotion that Umastar was so good at handling family relationships, so the family must be very happy...

Now do even the parties involved realize that this is a joke from hell...

"Not really, my parents are not dead yet, although I feel like they should be dead after missing for so long." Dai Xiaozi said.

This speech, which was like reading her mind, also reminded Orihime that Umaster had guessed what she was thinking through the screen several times, and once asked her to ask her father to take her computer to check.

And the little boy was still lamenting the gentleness of the law in Jiemen District. He had been missing for more than fifteen years and was still not legally dead.

Such calmness and rebelliousness made the admiration for Orihime a little awkward, and the apology on her lips, which she had subconsciously realized, seemed a bit unnecessary.

But she still decided to bow her head and apologize, but was patted on the head by the other party.

"Hands are clean."

Facing her shocked expression, the boy raised his hands that he didn't know how to clean temporarily, making her smile helplessly.

"That's not the point, is it?"

"Since it can make you laugh, then it deserves to be the focus," the boy counted the ingredients arranged on the table and said immediately, "On the way here, I only saw you and Karen pinching my face. I laughed, I really can’t understand your request to follow her.”

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to deny the apology, but when I heard the back, I admired Orihime who was also silent, and just whispered: "...I don't understand something."

"It can't be the same as Chelenina, right?" Little Omo, who started to fumble with the potatoes, said calmly, "You also want to say something while I can't judge normally?"

"..."

"Like you've hated me for a long time or something?"

"When I saw you and Karen appear together, I didn't think about this possibility." Seeing that she remained silent, little Omer started talking, "Although it's hard to judge my own feelings, this state I am very fair when looking at the past, and I think you don’t have to be polite if you want to involve old things."

"This is the time when I am not afraid of any harm from the facts."

"..."

With these words, the tail dangling beside him stopped for a few seconds. The blue-haired Jiu Mengzi glanced at the child and continued to drink her wine.

Then I heard the brown-haired girl suddenly say loudly:

"will not!"

"Even those things in the past, I was very——"

"Hahahahahaha! Omo, you kid, you finally got your comeuppance, didn't you!!!"

The person who didn't see him heard his voice first, and his words were suddenly interrupted by a wild laugh. Then, in the little boy's slightly unlucky eyes, the messy black hair broke through the light screen. At first glance, he didn't know whether it was a female ghost coming or a beast spear. The contestants are here.

Let’s stick with the former, after all, the latter is too time-consuming, and little Omer really hopes that the other person will be saved as soon as possible.

"I thought you were abandoned by Qianming, Sunday Serenity."

"Wrong! I have been holding back and waiting for the best time to show up and laugh at you! Now after Qianming, that guy Tachyon sent me a letter!!"

“It’s amazing to sell two people in one sentence.”

"Anyway, you can think of it, but without the monster card, you are just such an embarrassing brat!"

"You are right, but if I now use my divinity to suppress your spirit body and be responsible for cutting meat, how should you respond?"

Without the tie, the snake pattern on the bracelet still shimmered, giving the female ghost the most intuitive divine oppression.

Sunday Ning Jing's entire expression changed, and he stared at the child in front of him who still had a hand left.

"But now, you should apologize for the timing of your appearance."

"Miss Aizhi, your conversation was interrupted because of you. Now you are responsible for picking up that conversation for me."