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Chapter 565 NO.148 He (She) Knows It All, Just Doesn’t Want to Face It (x(4k)

When Miss Remulle smelled the sudden fragrance, her head was still buzzing as if she woke up last night.

Hangover headaches don't go away easily, especially when you're not old enough to be called a teenager.

Even in this era, there are many good recipes for maintaining beauty, and even just learning some special "Origin Stone Skills" can keep the appearance of young age, so women like them from the land of Terra to the Federation of Terra are deeply impressed. Feel the wonder and greatness of this world and this era, but...

Even if the regular races can find support here to rank among the immortal species, wine is still too much.

It not only tests your liver ability, but also your nerve quality.

Those elixirs, potions, cosmetics, and even longevity practices that will make people stay young, but none of them can directly improve the strength of internal organs or even the strength of nerves.

It is true that such a comprehensively strengthened 'panacea' is not unavailable, but obviously it will not be cheap, and it is not so suitable for contemporary women's pursuit of beauty in terms of cost performance.

Compared with such a panacea, it is much cheaper to use several types of beauty and health care products with different directions at the same time.

And if you're not in a hurry to pursue these, it's even easier to just buy some single options that eliminate makeup and beauty steps.

Miss Remuller is obviously not the kind of woman who would put medicines all over her dressing table.

She would only pick a few basic books on health cultivation and practice that were popularized by God's blessing music classes from her sister, and then practice casually.

Even fishing for two days and drying the net for three days is not counted, it should be three days drying the net, one and a half days for fishing, and finally fishing for half a day-this kind of diligence makes her armed strength slow down, at the core of Penguin Logistics The team is second only to the stewardess.

Of course, she has actually worked a lot more recently.

It has been three days of drying the net, one day of making nests, and one day of fishing. At one point, her sister asked Mostima, Texas and others in amazement: What stimulated this child?

But it is not known how long the diligence stimulated by the monster fights in the realm gate area can last. At least after only more than a month of hard work, her internal organs and nerves have not been strengthened enough to be worthy of her bragging.

It's impossible to compete with that police officer Hoshiguma, let alone compete for alcohol, even catabolic alcohol is enough.

In particular, a certain white-haired silly dog ​​yelled at the most violent in order to toss Texas at the beginning-in this Jiemen area, where the productivity and technical power far exceed that of Longmen City, you have to shout the most intense Alcohol is more or less courting death.

Just pray that the boss doesn't give you a bottle labeled 'Internet celebrity special offer'.

After all, those so-called anchors challenge the difficulty of attracting people's attention... It is worth mentioning that some anchors have a first-level prosthetic transformation, that is, the whole body is transformed into a prosthetic body, you can decide for yourself.

So Remulle and Laplande can be said to have died together. The main difference between the two is the physical difference between the Sakota people and the Luper people-this is quite obvious, after all the Sakota people The racial characteristics of people are so special that they can be distinguished from most of the races in their hometown.

Only Sarkaz, a group with fantasy characteristics such as demons, vampires, and cyclops, which can be called demons, has an inseparable close connection with Sakota while opposing positions.

But otherwise, the Sakotas remain unique.

Because of the halos above their heads, because of their unimaginable empathy, because of their innate familiarity with special mineral firearms, and even the laws they believe in - all these are full of a strong sense of "artificial cultivation" in Omer's eyes. Life's sense of déjà vu.

Mechanical laws, distinctions, and physical traits, but spiritually awakened sympathy, and an apparently genetically directed gift for special firearms—these are like some kind of artificial legion made for war.

Empathy is used to identify friends and foes, and gun talent is used for quick training of arms.

Angel races such as the Angels and Mostima have such obvious and deliberate human control. After collecting information about other races in that world, he found that only Sakota was so weird. Suspicion is also greatly increased.

But this is not important. After all, these angels did not really join the war as soldiers. After the intervention of the Terra Federation, most of them lived peacefully like the Angels, Mostima and others.

Although the way of life of the same race has been destined for them to encounter many inconveniences in a foreign society-for example, after losing a fellow with whom they can empathize, all interpersonal interactions will seem awkward or even strange.

But there are also Sakotas like Mostima who 'actively' turned off their empathy, and Sakotas like Angels who still have empathy, but are used to not using that ability to get along with other races.

As for those who can't get used to it... God's blessing music class still welcomes them.

The angel of the energy body - empathetic.

An angel with strong perception - can empathize.

An artificial angel with a mechanical halo on its head and mechanical wings—it can be retrofitted to achieve empathy.

As for other angelic 'families' who can't empathize, let's treat it as Li Boli!
What, this is Rutland! (violent theory)

And even if you don’t go to the God’s blessing music class, there are some special themed communities, such as welcoming individuals and even groups with particularly strong perception. The Holy Terra Federation has accepted many cosmic people from the current world, and there are also a large number of special different worlds. Immigrants, among them, there are not a few ethnic groups who share the same feeling.

There are 'flaws' in this kind of interpersonal skills, and there are also groups and communities that are grouped together.

But that's getting too far.

The Sakota people are indeed born with more talent than many races in the same world, and they also have a lot of talent bonuses in combat. They can produce humanoid weapons like the Undertaker who use their nails to cut through the blood vessels of beasts, but the latter is also a result of countless training and training. The results created in actual combat.

Remulle, who didn't have this kind of perseverance, still had honest headaches.

But she smelled an obvious fragrance again, so besides her mind buzzing, her stomach rumbled again.

The buzzing in her head made her not want to move, and the rumbling stomach urged her to get up quickly. In the stalemate between the two, the stomach still won.

She got up in a daze, and walked to the living room without caring about her baggy clothes. She saw someone putting a plate on the table, and even greeted her: "If you have a headache, drink the glass of hangover soup on the table first." .”

"Oh~!"

Subconsciously, he picked up the thing and drank it according to what the other person said. Amid an indescribable strange smell, Remulle suddenly woke up: "Oh! What!"

Turning to look at that person again: "Hmm! It turned out to be you! Little—it doesn't seem to be such a small Omer!"

"Although I don't recommend that you continue to call me Boss Omer, Omer who is not so small is not very happy."

From 15 years old and back a little, 14-year-old Homa gave her a blank look, and turned to the kitchen again, while Remulle glanced at the fried eggs, sausages, and sandwiches on the table, swallowed, and secretly inserted a grilled sausage Holding it in his mouth, he ran to the door of the kitchen to see how he was stirring the salad: "Did Ni make the curl?"

"Swallow it down before talking, it's just breakfast for four people, it's not troublesome to prepare."

Omer, who said this, couldn't help but feel a little sad.

In the past, it was only for two people, but in the office, it became 11 people.

Why there are only five people but if there are 11 people, it's hard to understand, isn't it?
"Also, can you get used to the extra salad and coffee on the table? I'm also thinking about ordering Italian... pasta. I think you guys talked about recipes in the group."

"It doesn't matter, we have stayed in a place similar to Tom Yam, and we can accept both Eastern and Western breakfasts, but is it okay for you to wake up so early?"

Remuule, who swallowed the sausage, asked, "Or is it uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa?"

"...It's okay, the quality of the sofa here is very good." Homa said, looking at her twice more,
There is no sign of snickering, the expression is very natural, and the eyes are fixed on the pudding that is still in the transparent refrigeration layer, like a starved ghost reincarnated.

The stereotype in the intel that all Rutlanders love sweets seems to be true.

Then it's not her.

Not her words...

"Wow, who prepared the breakfast, wouldn't it be you? Remulle? Look at Texas! Maybe there will be a sunny day in Syracuse!" The voice of Lapland was obviously from far to near .

"Don't say some metaphors that the locals don't understand, this should be done by Omer." Texas' voice followed closely.

"...Really," Laplande, who was looking into the kitchen, looked at Omer's back, "how is your cooking skills? Little guy, huh? Have you grown up?"

"Actually, I have returned a little bit, recovery and consumption are still seeing each other," Omer said, handing a large bowl of mixed salad to Laplande, looking deeply at her, "Please take it to the dining table , and there is a bowl of hangover soup on the table, you can try it too."

"?" Laplande, who was a little puzzled by Homa's sudden staring, was a little puzzled when he turned around and continued to work.

"Why did he look at me like that just now?" When she walked to the door with a big bowl, she asked Remulle who came earlier than her, "Then what's wrong with the hangover soup?"

"No problem? I drank it all, and I feel much better. What do you think of you?" Remulle didn't pay attention to her interaction at all, but asked Omer, "Omer! When will the pudding be brought out?"

"At least 10 minutes later, that's your after-dinner food, not your main meal."

"Eh--!"

"Come on, I'll give you the right to go directly to the table to eat, don't wait for me."

"also!"

The energy angel immediately attacked like a double furnace and three reds.

And Omer, who was still unpacking the noodles, looked up and saw Texas who was still standing, and belatedly said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I cut your ingredients first and then played."

"It's okay, these things have been piled up for several days," Texas said, still a little embarrassed, "I haven't had time to deal with them these days."

That's really not new... Amo murmured in his heart, he was also used to seeing these ingredients that he felt could not be put in the refrigerator when he was looking through the refrigerator in the morning, and his frugal heart that didn't want to waste was ready to move.

The eldest lady of the Texas family probably doesn't understand it, but even if she does, it's not worth mentioning. Omer just looked at her embarrassed expression, and still didn't want to admit that possibility.

Seeing that she was still wearing the curvaceous tailor-made clothes, even the overcoat that was not necessary to wear at home, Homa couldn't help thinking of how she felt when she woke up, and silently turned her head to pour the noodles into boiling water.

"That's it, it's good that you didn't disturb your arrangement." He said calmly.

There is no need to recall the process. He also made spaghetti with bacon and egg sauce when he was in the office. The cafeteria liked it unexpectedly. He likes to use it with coffee, but Homa feels that the combination is a bit weird, so it is better to drink milk.

"Ah."

He heard the response from Texas, and then he heard the footsteps, not walking away but getting closer, so that he stood aside and asked, "Do you need help?"

"No, the current height is not bad." Homa said, pointing to the small table below for tiptoe, fortunately neither Laplande nor Remulle saw it.

Otherwise, I don’t know what success looks like.

"Well... when did you recover like this."

"It's like this when I wake up." Omer raised the chopsticks and scratched the noodles. Although it was not necessary, he always wanted to avoid the risk of sticking to the pan and noodles.

And also need to do something to resolve the embarrassment.

From the hesitant tone in which Texas asked this sentence, it seemed that he could taste something, something that made him feel embarrassed.

"Wake up... What time did you wake up? Could it be that you didn't sleep enough?"

"At 42:[-], I should have had enough sleep. I slept very hard last night."

"That's good. Actually... I saw you curled up on the sofa and slept on your side last night, so I carried you into the bedroom."

These words inevitably made Omer look sideways, and he saw Texas with a calm expression on his face. Such a frank self-disclosure made Omer feel ashamed.

"...Oh, that's it."

It’s also not easy to ask the other party if they have the habit of hugging pillows, so I can only say hello: “The spaghetti will have to wait for a while, you can go eat too, it’s been a long time since I’ve been hungry, I’ve found something to cushion it.”

"Um…"

Texas turned around and left without hesitation, the sound of slippers was still steady. While listening carefully, he watched Omer in the pot tilt his head and continued to scratch the noodles with his chopsticks.

Maybe he thought too much... he thought.

Women who were born in a land with a culture similar to that of Yiluo District, and who have lived in the cultural circle of Anmei District, are probably more open than they expected, and they don't care much about intimate contact with the opposite sex.

Not to mention that even if he grows up halfway, he is still a teenager.

underage only...

The other party's previous hesitation should be based on some kind of weird feeling.

And outside the door, Texas raised his hand to touch his dark blue and white ears. It stood upright and would not turn red, but would be a little hot, just like her taut tail hidden under the coat.

Last night, sleeping curled up on his side, the familiar sleeping position made her see at a glance that the child lacked a sense of security, let alone a sense of security, let alone the quality of sleep.

So she carried him into the bedroom.

Even though there are already two adult women lying on the bed, it seems a bit crowded, but it doesn't matter if there is a child.

But if the child grows up halfway, he will look more mature than Bai Song who came to Penguin Logistics.

Then maybe it's not just squeeze...

Texas knows exactly what Angel and Laplande will sleep on.

And the thing I was holding in a daze... seems to have the answer.

　The title is taken from the video barrage of the Electric Prison Town series (x)

　　
　
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