Chapter 15 I will praise you as the Frank NV King!

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Every day, I will see a foodie foraging for food.

...She did it on purpose, no, it should be said that she had been planning for a long time. Every morning she traveled in the capital, looking for a big financial supporter named Caesar. The kind uncle, who would invite her to eat so much.

"Uncle, I haven't eaten for three days, okay..." The clothes were held by a pair of soft little hands. Caesar looked down and saw a pitiful face under his white hood. A small cultivator opened his big watery eyes and said a lie that was lying without blinking. Hey, come and sell her, sell it for a good price.

"...I'm a fool, I've been treating you to dinner for three days in a row." Caesar said indifferently, "You go sell matches."

"I'm a little match for selling nv kids," Indyx shouted.

...If you come, it’s better to have any one of them. Just carry out inhumane destruction of this non-combustible garbage.

"Well... Mr. Caesar has no humorous cells." Inticus hugged Caesar who turned around and left.

"Didn't you bit your tongue this time?" Caesar glanced at Indyx and sneered.

"Because they are hungry, they want to have a meal with Mr. Caesar," said Indyxion proudly, "so they won't be called wrong."

"You really don't hide your intentions at all." Caesar felt that if the wizards at the Sky Dome were like this, then they would be really over... Fortunately, Mikoto Misaka was not like this before... The festival party is so good.

"Mr. Caesar, Mr. Caesar, what are we eating today?" Indyck asked loudly after Caesar without any consciously.

"..." Three days later, there was no awareness of the free-dumper. Caesar sighed, "You just use one

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The guy who can kidnap with candy...uh...

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āng sugar..."

As soon as mentioned

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āng Candy, he suddenly remembered Beyonita, this dark demon nv is simply a living by sugar, and he has to hold a stick in his mouth wherever he goes.

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Candy, now when I see things and think of people, I can't help but think of the purple magic gun dancing wildly in the dark.

But it seems

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āng sugar has other meanings, because according to Hannibal

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In a sense, sugar is an ancient artifact... Of course, this kind of

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Candy is mainly used for loli. Well, this miserable paladin is still a loli control to some extent. He is really a pervert who is not to be cared for. He deserves to play with Hideyoshi for the rest of his life.

"Dad, I want to eat it

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People want to eat sugar

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"Indyx beat the snake and followed the stick, and then hugged Caesar's arm and shouted. The soft loli sound was really lethal, which attracted the attention of everyone on the street.

"..." I said to Indyx, you are gradually losing something very important, pick it up for me.

Although he complained without hesitation, Caesar still pretended to be reluctant to buy a large bag for Indyx.

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āng Candy - In fact, Caesarba couldn't let Indy get his meals, because there would be some places to help the magic directory in the future. If you give a small favor, the easier it would be to tie the naughty child to the chariot in the future.

Indyx looked very happy, walking around the street, with one on his left hand

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Candy, right hand one

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Candy, I bit off one in one bite, and it crunched with the candy

Swallow it.

...It's better to eat sugar directly, one bite at a time, crispy and crispy.

“…I say Indyx,

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Candy is used for tiǎn, you should eat it too quickly. ~~

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"Caesar said suspiciously.

"No, they just like to bite." Index bit five or six bits in his mouth.

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The chuckling, the colorful handle came out, and the cheeks were bulging, and it was still moving continuously, and a crunchy chewing sound was heard. Even so, the chuckling nv retained the terrible skill of talking at the same time while eating, but the sound was a little confused.

"...No, you should slowly tiǎn, slowly savor something, biting is too rough." Caesar was very kind to you - in this way, these

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Candy is not enough to eat, it is simply a fee.

"I just like to bite, don't my brother like it? If my brother doesn't like it, I can tiǎn... It's true, if that happens, the taste will become very strange..." Intix put five or six colors

āng exhaled, sighed comfortably, then said softly with a shy face.

"Although I don't understand what you are saying, it seems to be very bad..." Just as Caesar was surprised by Index's strange speech, for no reason, passers-by all cast terrifying eyes, as if Caesar had done something very scumbag, the king suddenly realized something and sighed and covered his face, "Please, you have eaten me four times..."

"Then pay Mr. Cage another magic of love," Indyx put forward the condition without thinking.

"Sorry, I refuse." Caesar immediately objected, what a joke, a Leas had a headache...

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"The situation has been tense these days. You can't go out to herd sheep. There is not enough grass at home. I'll go and get some back." It was already afternoon when I arrived at Joan of Arc's house. Caesar looked at the note in his hand speechlessly. There was nothing in the sheep pen, and it was probably driven to eat by Joan of Arc. It's true that the amount of grass is more than twenty sheep for a few days. How much grass is needed...

No... the problem isn't here, are you so arrogant, you nv guy... driving a flock of sheep... and still grabbing...

Caesar was already familiar with the two puppies who were guarding the house. He pinched their mouths intimately, looked at the sky, and recalled the time when he first saw Joan of Arc's sheep returning. Now he was probably on the way home, so he gave up the idea of ​​searching and just asked the dragon and lion to search and pay attention. The dragon and lion had indeed sent back all normal news. In this way, Caesar was even more reluctant to move. What he should do now was to think about something carefully.

Every time I eat, Indyx would tease some luàn but absolutely useful information.

This time was no exception. Caesar was aimlessly wandering around Joan of Arc's hut, thinking about the words of Indyx. The other party was a magic directory, a mobile library in the dome of the sky. Although he liked to be malicious and cute, he was indeed a guy who could not be underestimated. Although he did not want to drag innocent people into the vortex, Caesar still tentatively proposed whether he could help protect a guy at a certain time.

The answer is that you can eat anything.

Hello, come home with me, first give me all the magic books and other things, and then be a slave for me.

The kind that takes enough food every day is also a oxen, and there are also a

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Recently, two holders of the causal and effect weapons came here, the lightsaber and the Death Thorn Spear, and it seems that they are also investigating the rumors of the demon nv, the order demon nv Joan of Arc... This is probably their target. Although they don't know what the purpose is, Mr. Caesar should not be so murderous. Maybe it would be a powerful reinforcement, the weapon of destiny.

I always feel that there is something in the words of Indyx, as if Caesar had seen those two people, weapons of fate, cause and effect... Caesar was walking back and forth, as if a golden scale was passing through the sea of ​​gods.

The weapon of fate...the power to resist fate...Puff...If you know each other, then these two guys will undoubtedly be these.

The big sister who makes people excited and the bitch with blue ponytails, it turns out that the power of resistance to fate given to Caesar when they meet is the so-called causal weapon? Are the backlight swords and the Dead Thorn Gun very interesting?

Caesar sat in front of the mén, and the two dogs ran around him. He stared at the sky in a daze. If he did, he would only feel unprecedented relaxation and tranquility. Perhaps after spending a long time in the bumpy and thorny days, he also needed to relax in a sense. This kind of relaxation cannot be completely soothed by sitting quietly with Sakiya and the others.

Occasionally... I also take them to see it? But I always feel that it is a bit ostentatious and prone to danger.

So, before doing this, let’s just talk about the boring demons.

Caesar just sat there blankly, doing nothing, staring at that piece

oThe sparkling lakes also contain fish in them, but they are all small, the largest one is wide, and they should not be raised for food. For these fish, this small pond is an ocean like an endless sea, and an infinite world at the end.

"It's so good..." Caesar sighed softly.

When Joan of Arc waved his grazing poles and drove the flock back with a soft shout, Caesar had set up a fire and began to remediate supper. The barbarians would roast some things and make some soup, and they were all foods for survival in the wild in the north. Looking at Joan of Arc in surprise, Caesar waved his hand lightly, and there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart. It was just because his wife came back early and herding sheep had not returned, so her husband began to remediate supper. Perhaps this was the feeling.

"This is..." Joan of Arc drove the sheep into the sheep pen, then pushed the large cart of forage into the warehouse behind the house and carefully stored it. Finally, he went to the house to change his clothes, and then walked towards Caesar. The lake reflected the firelight, and the fragrance of mi people floated in the air.
To be continued...