Master of the Stars

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This uninvited guy is a typical bald-nosed crow, except for the base of the gray mouth, the whole body is black, looks thick and sturdy, a circle larger than the same kind, under soft lights, the feathers are dark and The traffic between Youlan changes.

Pacing a few steps in the room, the crow fluttered on the coffee table in the living room, then leaned forward, a thumb-sized sealed glass test tube, slipped out of its thick beak, and landed on the coffee table. powder.

Spit out the foreign matter in the throat and eyes, the crow was a lot relieved, and his throat was brightly show off:

"Scratch!"

"Ink, shut up!"

In the enclosed space, the crow's cry is a disaster. Ronan scolded, took the test tube for cleaning, and brought out the prepared strips of cooked meat to block his mouth.

In the name of "ink", the crow is still very good at speaking, and the meal is also very elegant, and he even uses his wings to signal that Ronan helps him pour a glass of water.

Dinner was also arranged on the dining table next to it, which perfectly fits the monotonous craftsmanship of home wisdom brains. The colors and fragrances are lackluster. The important thing is that the portions are full. Ronan showed a superb meal, and the speed was extremely fast, which happened to be synchronized with the ink.

After the ink was full, he simply drilled out of the floor-to-ceiling sliding door and fluttered away.

Luo Nan packed up the cup and saucer and was about to go to the study. The bracelet shook again. This time he was contacted by his cousin Moya. Engraved in exactly the same way as her mother, it is also a head-to-head sentence:

"How do you thank me this time?"

"Uh, thank you sister."

"Cut, don't change another pattern!"

Moya knew that Luo Nan was clumsy, and no longer teased him, and went straight to the topic: "Is that mysticology research society recommended by others, or did you take the initiative?"

"I chose it myself ..."

"Know where it is?"

Luo Nan thought about it and simply replied: "The nature of semi-society and semi-institution, private capital injection, strong strength, and extremely high autonomy compared to the college."

Moya sneered: "Isn't it nice to look at it?"

Luo Nan didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Moya reminded him: "That's a playground for the second generation of the rich. The core staff are in a circle. They study some strange things every day to pass the time. The students of ordinary families are doing handyman there. So it seems very Beautiful, but only for that 'circle', has nothing to do with academics, skills ... "

Ronan interrupted Moya's indoctrination: "There can be an experiment there."

Moyala's tone increased, and "Oh" sighed: "It seems that your experiment is getting more and more troublesome. But brother, you should go to an interest agency in physics and chemistry for the experiment."

Luo Nan calmly responded: "Those associations need an internship period. I have obtained the relevant qualifications in junior high school. There is no need to repeat my previous work."

"Can the Mystic Research Society?"

"Yes, I read the introduction and the school forum. There is the only community that can carry out independent and free experiments in the freshman stage, and many of them involve the field of psychotropic drugs, which is exactly what I need."

Moya mocked him: "Can the handyman engage in free experiments?"

"Skilled workers may be fine. If the boss is a layman, it would be even better."

Moya, who had always had sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, was choked by Luo Nan, and it took a few seconds to speak:

"Okay, Mr. Skilled Worker. I just remind you that if you change a club at Zhixing College, you will definitely be labeled as an" out of group ". The next four years ... oh no, you are in the tenth grade, then it is eight , You will have plenty of time to regret. "

"Oh."

Luo Nan's response made Moya sneer: "Okay, now we talk about compensation."

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