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Originally, among the little foxes and other virtual anchors, the little fox and Xia Seji posted the most, and the Xia color blowing snow group was the hottest. However, as the little fox changed his mind in the third year, he posted with other virtual anchors and left the summer festival. Many DDs who push the summer colors and blowing snow have sunk in Tokyo Bay.

In the evening, various virtual anchors started broadcasting, and mea and Aqua next door also started broadcasting together. After the two were revealed to be living together, the DD who pushed Meaqua went crazy.

However, a large group of virtual anchors have started broadcasting, and a good choice for single push is to watch the anchors you like, while DDs are caught in a choice.

To survive or to perish, that is the question.

Who dies, that's another question.

Chapter 174 Weak, Poor, and Helpless

so hungry...

Pecora, who was huddled in the box room, was weak, pitiful, and helpless, but she was especially able to eat.

It was all the devil's fault, she was hungry when she saw blood and flesh.

Pecora, who hadn't eaten breakfast, saw the man tearing up the little evil spirit. When the meat was sliced, she cried. The meat looked delicious. If it was grilled, it would be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. So tender and juicy, she was drooling.

As an angel who fights demons, Pekra is not afraid of blood and howls, but now there is only one thing she is afraid of, and that is starvation.

"I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry, I'm so hungry." Pekra sang a song she had heard somewhere

The blood on the bench was swept away by the demon, so she didn't even have a chance to lick it.

If she reacted in time when the little evil spirit was bleeding, it would be very good to collect the blood and cook it in a pot.

To make the legendary Mao Xuewang, I heard that this thing is particularly delicious.

In the past, she was all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas in the heaven, enjoying endless delicacies, and being served by younger generations.

She never thought that there would be today, the day when she was going to move bricks soon.

Pekra wanted to say that the boss was a fool, but her literacy and responsibilities as an angel couldn't be cursing. Kindness and gentleness are what an angel should have.

But if you don’t start moving bricks in the morning or wait until the sun is about to go down in the afternoon to move bricks, you have to go at noon when the sun is the hottest.

As an angel, you can't swear and curse people, even if you think about it, it's a sin, so she swears with silence in her heart.

Silly [beep--! 】boss!

Because even a black household can't work normally, she is bullied in places that don't need an ID card and her salary will be deducted, but the same is true in other places.

Deductions are only the difference between more and less. She does the hardest work, holds the minimum wage, and doesn't even care about food. The evil capitalist society ruthlessly oppresses her.

work, very hard.

Moving bricks is hard work.

It is very, very hard to bask in the sun and move bricks.

"With such a little money, I don't know how long I can live."

Pecora, who had finished her hard work, counted the money, hoping it would increase.

There were all kinds of voices that tempted her.

The job of eating, the job of giving injections and testing medicines, the job of laying on the bed, just needing pretty girls and the like.

This kind of thing is not normal for people with brains.

She pinned her hope on this, rather than pinning on someone to like her and support her for a lifetime, it's really funny.

"I want to take a bath, I want to eat delicious food, I want to buy clothes, I want to go back to heaven, go to the store and order a cheap meal to treat myself." Pecora put the money into her empty pocket.

At this point, she was bumped.

"Ah, sorry."

A hoarse voice apologized.

"It doesn't matter." Pecora didn't care, she wasn't someone who cares about everything.

To forgive others is to forgive oneself. Pecora, who believes in gods, does this.

But what she didn't notice was that a hand silently reached into her pocket and took the banknotes inside.

Wearing a hat and a coat, the little evil **** who pretends to be a common thief hides his merits and fame.

She, in essence, is a scumbag, the kind of scumbag that is thorough, this is the nature of the devil.

Conscience, she fed her dogs hundreds of years ago.

Pecora is rich, she just goes to eat, and what she eats will come out when the time comes.

But this money is different in her hands. She can make money with money. Although she is currently losing money playing Pachinko, it is just her bad luck. She already knows the game well, and she spends more time in the store than the back of her hand. She has been at home for a long time, and this time she will definitely be able to make a return.

When she has money, she can buy a murderer, make a garden lily bell, return to her own world, and enjoy a better life.

She hates angels and will work hard with Pecora's love. Of course, she won't return Pecora after making money. How can the devil take care of the angel. Heinousness is what the little evil **** pursues.

Pecora didn't know that the little evil **** had taken her money with her, but was calculating how to reasonably distribute the income.

After eating in the store once, I don't go to the store to eat, then I buy noodles, and tape to repair the house. I also need to buy a large plastic bag to block the house. Otherwise, if it rains again, her house will be flooded and destroyed. Lose.

In addition to getting the house in order so that it won't be soaked in water when it rains, you also need to buy underwear. She doesn't expect new clothes for the time being, she can't afford it when she is poor.

Pecora, who touched his pocket every three minutes, put his hand into his pocket, checking his money.

Her empty pockets were cleaner than her dirty face from moving bricks at the construction site.

! ! !

"Money, my money."

Pecora panicked, her hard-earned huge sum of money. Both pockets were turned out, no. On the ground, no.

Trouser pockets, no trousers...inside clothes, no, barren **** can't hide money.

Inside the hair? still none.

There was a piece of money in the fat time, but it was the life-saving money that she sewed on the fat time.

1000 yen is not a lot for ordinary people, but it is a life for her.

In fact, these 1,000 yen can turn into more money. What is needed is to find a gentleman who is willing to ask for this money. If Pecora knew that 1,000 yen could be turned into more money, I wonder if she would exchange money for money.

Gone, really gone.