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Chapter 1019 NO.143: Poor Tom

Unlike Nadiao in Anmei District, there is no place for the Abolitionist Sect to remain in Jiemen District.

The death penalty is usually carried out smoothly, and the person leaves very gracefully. All that is left is the QR code on the tombstone. After scanning it, you can see the prisoner serving as a pallu in the underworld.

In comparison, being a cyber ghost wandering around in the online world is of course a pure and innocent treatment in heaven. Although some cyber ghosts will run to challenge the real soul game, playing every day is like being in jail, but that They also chose it themselves, so they have no one to blame.

So who will carry out Omer's death sentence?

No, no, no, you can't say that.

The defendant has been asserting that he is the victim, so we might as well see if anyone on the jury wearing a lawyer badge is warming up.

Okay, not really.

What about the plaintiff?

Report, the plaintiff is missing!

OK, trial dismissed.

"I feel like I should sue everyone."

Looking at his dangling hands, the cute little shota with irregular red marks on her right cheek, sighed quietly.

The vicissitudes of his eyes that don't match his appearance probably still lack the interpretation of a cigarette.

But because minors are not allowed to smoke, even if they only appear to be minors, they will still be stared at by all women.

His cigarette case, which he didn't know where to get, was also confiscated.

"Speaking of prosecution, it's too much. Little snake... Obviously, everyone is so kind... and feeds the little snake hand-in-hand. This is something that many people... can't envy!"

The pink-haired girl on the side came over, staggered and sat down with him, and then, whether intentionally or unintentionally, her whole body leaned against the boy.

Judging from the impact that almost knocked him out of his seat, it was probably unintentional.

After all, everyone knows the weight difference between lifting a sober person and lifting a drunk.

Judging from the details of the boy wrinkled his nose, the girl smelled of alcohol, but he didn't push the girl away, he just said something in a deep voice that the girl might not hear:

"You are right. I think contemporary compulsory civic education should include a nursing class to teach people how to feed patients correctly, instead of rushing to knock people's teeth with a spoon."

Little Omer, who could not escape the death penalty, could not save his tender little hands even if Sunday peace replaced the most laborious work of removing fleshy bones.

Who knows, family members!

The number of times he performed this night was more than the number of times he used to perform an action game and make a series of aerial combat videos!

None of my primary school teachers ever punished me like this!

"Isn't this...everyone...very nervous, hahaha..."

He said this as if he was nervous, but in fact it was just a slurred speech, which made little Omo couldn't help but turn his head and look at Zhou Jingjing who was clearing the table.

Except for the underage Ma Ji Ling and the admirer Orihime who was half-conscious and ran away early, so that the former couldn't bear to go out with him, this female ghost who seemed to have been infected by Omo drank the least.

If you ask the reason, it's probably because Representative Qianming is sitting opposite her... The boy is not very curious.

As for clearing the table now...she obviously didn't do it voluntarily.

For ordinary people, the suppression of divinity manifests itself in varying degrees of pressure, but for beings such as spiritual beings, the effect is even greater.

Although the nature of this kind of restrained relationship still depends on quality, and there are some newly created minor gods who are enslaved by evil spirits and rebel against Tiangang, Sunday Serenity obviously cannot compete with the divinity carried by Omo.

Let’s wait until she thinks about the whole book “Super Divination Tips” or something like that (x).

If you don’t have it now, you have to obey.

Omer just asked her to clean up the mess, and he didn't ask her to carry those drunkards home, which was considered gentle enough.

Mature drunks will go home alone.

But to be honest, she shouldn't be the only one who should be busy at this moment, but who made Ghost Snake so determined to defect to Shijia immediately?

It seemed that tonight's dinner at the office had completely convinced him that he shouldn't be here.

Little Omer was determined to stay, and he didn't want to change back and find out that his only male roommate had run away.

How helpless he would be otherwise(?).

But unfortunately, even the child of Mephilas fusion rate Senpacento cannot convince a person to stay away from women.

What to do? !

Am I not the one who should be the one to show off my gynophobia overnight? !

Why did he call in sick first! !

Little Omer was very angry. There were always very few things that could bring out such emotions in his heart. He never expected that the perfect childhood mood could be corrupted by adult events. Little Omo felt that this was also a bizarre experience worth recording.

But what worries him more is that with his current state of childishness, he may not be able to return to normal even after tonight, and this troublesome experience will probably continue.

…But it’s not me anymore!

Let your teenage self have the headache. After all, you are most accustomed to headaches at that age, right?

Little Omo thought so, but he didn't want to choke on Qian's ridiculous remarks about "they are nervous".

You were so nervous that you knocked my teeth with a spoon, right?

It sounds like giving someone else seventeen points because of nervousness. It turns out that everyone is a heroine with the urge to exorcise demons.

"You look like you have a headache. Would you like a drink?"

The smell of wine filled his nostrils, and the hidden aroma of wine made the boy feel much more energetic, and his brown eyes also glowed with blood.

Looking up, he saw the wine cup right in front of him.

'Are you waiting for me here? Glancing at Sunday Silence who was wiping the table, little Omo subconsciously used his telepathy.

"Hey! Omo! I've finished cleaning up, can I go?"

"So fast?"

"I'm in a hurry to leave! I want to go see the cafe!" He glanced at Akane Shinjo next to Omo, and then glanced at the empty sofa opposite him. Sunday Ningping narrowed his eyes, "Are you still in this room?" What’s there?”

"Can you still help remove spirits?"

"Remove the spirit? It doesn't feel like a spirit..." He squinted his eyes to examine the inexplicable distortion again, and Sunday Serenity quickly gave up, "Forget it, no matter what it is, I'm too lazy to help you, you active devil yourself Deal with it!”

After she said that, she turned into a ball of black and penetrated into the TV screen diagonally opposite that was still open.

The TV drama screen on it was slightly distorted and returned to normal immediately.

'She can actually detect you? '

"To be precise, it should be her dream that she is a little bit close to you~"

Ling, who still maintained a stable posture holding the wine glass with one hand and still raising the gourd normally with the other hand, took a sip and then slightly shook the glass: "Don't you want to drink?"

'How can I drink? '

Because Akane was still leaning on her, she didn't try to shake her body. She just glanced at the two free arms that looked like they were broken. The boy was quite speechless.

"Ah, that's right," Ling nodded, leaning forward slightly and passing the wine cup in his hand to the bridge of Omo's nose, "Open your mouth."

'Pause! Don't! '

After being fed all night, the little devil, who had already developed a shadow, did not want to experience choking again.

As a result, the wine soothed his throat and lifted his spirits. Even his sore arms felt a little warm.

"I know exactly what angle, which direction, and how to pour wine." Ling took back the wine cup and smiled proudly, turning his hands over again. "Although I haven't taken the nursing class you mentioned, I still know." Not bad, right?"

'Indeed, it was the most touching moment for me tonight. 'Little Omer just wanted to burst into tears, but unfortunately his body was not that emotional.

'But I'm free of charge for another drink, it's already a bit late. '

It took too much time to prepare the meal itself, and thanks to the guests and Akane chatting a lot in the living room, she seemed not to be bored, otherwise he would have been too guilty at that time... No, why should I feel guilty? feel?

Looking back, little Omo felt that he had been seriously imprisoned.

But no matter what, he was able to straighten himself with a few translucent claws that were much larger than before, and immediately picked up Akane beside him, without forgetting the raccoon dog sleeping on the small sofa in the distance.

"It's time to rest after I send them up. I need to give my mind and body enough time to recover."

"Okay~" Ling nodded without insistence, and his figure became more transparent, "Let's continue in our dreams."

'...Can you let me rest? '

"Small problem, you can lie down and drink. Let's make a drink based on what happened to you tonight. When you're drunk, you'll sleep more fully and full."

'...'

(End of this chapter)