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Chapter 563 NO.145 That night, he didn't grow up! (x
"puff…"

He couldn't help holding back his laughter, but it actually came from Texas beside him.

"Hahahahahaha you... you two, ah, no, I have to share this matter with the public group later."

Laughing undisguisedly, and even threatening to spread it, it is obviously the speech of an angel.

But the reactions of these bystanders are obviously not worth the silence of the person involved.

When Omer silenced Laplande with one sentence, the cold and dangerous outlier mafia temperament was gone.

Only the dazed nature of a silly dog ​​remains.

Chasing another wolf wandering in the pack is itself a sign of confusion. When she says she is just Texas and you say you are Lapland, if you pay attention to her, it doesn’t mean you have found it. One's own future has established one's own place.

You just recognized the essence of your struggle with her, but you still have to find the path you really should take.

And if you are still staring at her, you are going astray.

You still haven't found your place, you just use her as your anchor.

You don't look so crazy anymore, you don't look so attached to everything in Texas, you don't look so 'sick' anymore.

But the lesion will hide deeper instead.

You are still a dazed wolf, independent not because you have the qualifications of a new king, but because you have no home...

Omer didn't look at the information that this person showed in a daze for a long time, he just raised his hand towards the skewers on the table, as if to cover it up,

But the other party also leaned back at this moment, leaning on the back of the chair and asking with a somewhat free-spirited attitude: "Tell me, what help do you want?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet, you can ask Dexas first." The little boy showed off the skewers and didn't really want to continue talking.

Even if the second half of the work is unexpectedly smooth, so that the supper session can be carried out before 12 o'clock, but for a child's body, it is still time to go to bed at this point.

Go to bed early to grow taller, right?

The energy consumption is so severe that it often goes back and forth between the ages of 11 and 13.

It depends on eating and squinting.

"However, there is one thing that I don't need to say." He turned his head again, and pointed at the wine bottle next to her and the angel with an iron finger. "You two settle it yourself."

"Okay!" Angel Neng, who had already found the cheerful atmosphere in the previous laughter, yelled, quite like a street performer.

"Little Omo, look after me! My sister, Lei, is capable of blowing bottles with that ghost sir!"

"I'm watching." Omer expressed his distrust with a deadpan expression.

Then, half an hour later, Omer poked the head of the angel with the back end of the iron stick:

"Hey, can I go?"

"Yes, it must be...uh, yes," the Enchanted Angel lying on the table moaned, "I am... an Energetic Angel!"

"But what you can, you didn't even return the GN battle sword to EXIA." Little Aomo, who took back the iron sign, was in some trouble and pulled the guy off the chair and propped it up again.

The subtle height difference is the main obstacle that troubles him, but even so, it is not difficult, but rather nostalgic.

I miss that he used this height to prop up an adult figure as high as 1.8 meters three, and at this moment he has reached the synchronization with the movements of eight years ago, standing in front of the car door with a very explosive throw, throwing the The guy who weighed eighty or ninety catties was thrown into the back seat of the car.

People who are already dizzy are not worthy to complain about heavier dizziness. Even complaining about being gentler to girls is meaningless. This is how Omer threw his adoptive father into the back seat of the car. He is treated equally here.

It can be said to be the pioneer of equal rights in the new era.

"... Thank you for your hard work. Actually, I can do it if I come."

Texas, who had just fixed Laplande's seat belt on the other side, was stunned by the energy angel who was thrown up suddenly, but he also took advantage of the situation to straighten her body and put on the seat belt.

"It's okay, I'm used to it, and it's good to be more efficient." Standing by the side of the car, Omer said, planning to switch to the passenger seat, but saw a familiar face in strange clothes coming.

"You have changed greatly, Mr. Linton."

"You haven't changed much, Mr. Giallo."

Giallo, Federico Giallo, code-named The Undertaker, is a Lateran who can be the same as an angel, also known as an 'angel'.

There is only one intersection between him and Homa, and that is the action in front of the sculpture exhibition hall in the past.

In that operation, Omer acted together with the team dispatched from Rhode Island, but he "bullied" fiercely, and at the same time served as the driver, intelligence officer, monster consultant, and captain.

The Undertaker is one of the members of the procession.

To be honest, because of the rapid expansion of the enemy's combat power in that operation, many team members didn't get the chance to perform, but he still got to know all the team members because of this, and even obtained the permission to spy on the Rhodes Island forum.

And learn more about the status of those players and their recent status in the peeking screen.

Among them, Undertaker, this silver-haired young man with a very 'masculine Bourbon' thinking circuit and a somewhat mechanical sense, seems to have been dispatched by Rhodes Island all the time, so he was recruited by many engineering department employees and logistics department specialists. Worry about it.

Yes, according to the information collected by Omer, the appearance of the undertaker seems to be highly in line with the aesthetics of the employees of the Rhode Island company, so that there are many records of the pursuit and love of colleagues of the opposite sex.

Even if they all ended in failure, it did not prevent them from continuing to miss them.

After all, the cold-faced cool guy doesn't look like he would take the initiative to find a girlfriend. Everyone fails, everyone is equal, and everyone may still have a chance!

But now, the cold-faced cool guy Omer saw seemed to be even cooler.

Dressed in a dress that seems to be a dress of a certain culture, even the long and sharp black crystal-like wings behind him are slightly expanded, and a strange mechanical drone is suspended beside it.

A pitch-black machine with a black halo suspended above, with dark red lines spreading across its body, and a pair of mechanical arms tightly holding the short scythe in its hand, and there are traces of dark red liquid on the scythe, making it more powerful than angels' entourage Like Death's servant.

The whole shape is full of ominousness, which can attract the attention of other customers at the food stall not far away.

A few people even picked up their mobile phones and operated the terminals, as if they wanted to take pictures.

At this time, it stands to reason that Omer should run away.

It is also easy for those people to take pictures and put him in the frame. When the photos are shown a few days later, it may not be the cold-faced cool guy who laments that he is handsome and gorgeously dressed, but the child in the photo.

The gossip reporter's matter hadn't been settled yet, and the PR assistant actually planned to go back and redraw the contract with him later!

but now……

His eyes stayed on the death-like drone scythe for a few seconds, and he had no choice but to greet him: "What do you think in the car? This place is not suitable."

The dark red liquid on the sickle didn't look like a decoration at all.

"it is good."

Crisp and capable, although the Undertaker's speech also lacked ups and downs, at least the way he spoke was not mechanical.

Mechanized mental activities and behaviors are convenient at this time.

Of course, when he followed Omer's gesture of raising his hand, he saw the sleeping Angel and Laplande leaning on the left and right in the carriage, and saw Texas in the driver's seat casting a puzzled look at him, he His words still made Texas startled.

He said, "Excuse me."

And seeing Texas's reaction, Omer was convinced that her impression of the Undertaker version was almost the same as her own.

"We are going back to Jiemen East District. If your destination is not nearby, you might as well make a long story short now."

"Okay, as you can see, I'm back from a mission assigned by the bishop of the blessing class."

"After one group of targets was suppressed by me, I saw from their plan design that everyone from Penguin Logistics was also targeted. I reported it to Dr. Rorschach, but he wanted me to inform you in the near future. Everyone, the explanation is over."

"I see…"

Looking at Dexas, Omer knew why the last two orders suddenly went smoothly, and felt a little more at ease.

"We should also thank you for helping us out of trouble."

"You're welcome, so can I leave?" He asked, glancing at the Angel who unconsciously tugged at the edge of his robe to wipe his mouth.

The heart to go seems very eager.

But considering his temperament, the reason for rushing to leave is more likely that he can't find a reason to stay.

"Of course, I believe there will be an apology from Remulle tomorrow."

"Understood, then..." He seemed to be remembering something, and then he still said in his flat tone, "I wish you all a good night."

After that, he got out of the car, together with his uncleaned drone.

Homa, who was staying in the carriage, turned his head and asked, "Did he take any etiquette lessons recently?"

"Perhaps it was taught by the doctor." Texas said lightly.

"Anyway, you can relax a little bit."

"Is it that obvious?"

"You look unhappy all the time."

"Don't call people like killer whales, but are you sure that these orders will make your friend's city really develop? What did he get those materials for?"

"Technology, as well as ideas, cities that do not rely on the mafia abound in this world, and they are far more complete than other countries and cities in my hometown. This is the wealth he dreams of."

"After hearing this, I really want to talk to your friend."

"He's gone back, the day he came to see me, but I can relay the idea for you."

"That will trouble you, but before that, I have an unkind request."

As Omer said, he glanced at the light screen in midair.

The message pop-up windows kept popping up on it. The first two were Tachyon and Bourbon, and the rest were all meaningless repetitions of Qian.

[Can't come back! 】

[Can't come back! 】

[Can't come back! 】

……

Are you seeking your life or seducing your soul?

"What?" Texas asked, activating the van's operating mode.

"Can I stay with you for one night? I can sleep on the sofa or on the floor, and I don't even have to go to bed early."

I have to break up with the public relations assistant again, and I have to chat with the super agent about the nodes of the new universe. It is clearly the body of a child, but I can't go to bed early.

"Yes, I planned to bring those two drunks home, and there is no shortage of bedding in the house."

"grateful."

Omer muttered and tapped on the light screen, not to reply to the rereading, but to prepare to Duel ahead of time with the PR assistant.

The reason why he didn't want to sleep for three days honestly was because there were too many trivial matters that needed to be dealt with, and it was just getting back on track at this moment.

But after seven hours of this.

When he covered his head with one hand, kicked his face with one foot, and was imprisoned by an overly firm embrace, he couldn't help thinking about where his track went.

(End of this chapter)