Prepare black tea, cookies and pudding.

Omo would not treat his own people unfairly.

Bellstamon, who has been a photographer for several days, needs a reward.

This is the right time now.

The screen reflects the recording and broadcast. The photographer just reached out from the screen to take away the teacup and desserts on the table.

Sadako looks like a hairy thing, but everyone in the room doesn't care about it.

The demon was calm and JK remained unmoved.

"How could I know?"

Pink JK was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at the cards scattered in the tray, and holding the Q-eye in his hand.

"Anyway, when you meet that commander, you will fall directly into the field of attention of all the followers."

"Be famous again~ Little Snake." She jokingly raised the card temporarily borrowed from the teahouse, and her eyes looked quite fond of it.

"It should be even more famous in two days, and it is also a good thing for mercenaries."

"Two days later..." Omo looked back when he heard this, with a little surprise in his eyes.

"You guessed what would happen?"

"Of course, tomorrow's tea competition, Bourbon and Suzi the day after tomorrow," the girl put down the card slightly and looked at the young man with bad intentions. "Newcomer trainer, now we will become famous with the three Ma Niangs~"

"..." When he heard the game, his eyes slightly aroused, but after that, Omer turned into suspicion, simply led the flexible seat to turn around, "I always feel that there is something in your words."

"Hey? How can I say that? I'm just a harmless high school girl~" Lifting up the long sleeve covering half of the palm and swaying in front of me, the girl leaned back a little innocently, holding the bed board, "Is there something wrong with your bed?"

"Hard beds are better for the body." Omer could guess exactly what the problem she was talking about.

"well."

"What's the sigh?"

"It's clear that this world looks very futuristic and interesting."

"Then what?"

"Little Snake, you are still born and raised in this world, but you can always say what the old-fashioned old man in your hometown would say."

"I'm sorry that the future is not interesting enough - I can say in this extreme tone that I can satisfy you?"

"Sixty-five points!"

"It sounds pretty good."

Aomo turned around without hesitation, but turned back two or three seconds later.

"What you said just now: It's a good thing for mercenaries, right?"

"I don't remember, I'm so forgetful when I stayed up late late recently." The girl said, then fell to the side.

"Then go back to your own room to sleep." The young man's tone was Ning Ruzhishui, and he turned around and looked at the computer screen again.

"I actually said this to the high school girl lying on your bed."

"The female high school girl who will lie on your bed is a dangerous instantiation. I want to open a video to prove my innocence to the police." Omo said, and actually took a picture of the camera hanging on the computer.

As a result, the girl's smile became a little reluctant.

"Ahhaha... I'm really speechless to you."

"It sounds like I'm going to be stabbed by a knife."

"I also have to find a knife that can stab the little snake's body. Oh, the Beta Demon Blade is very suitable. It just feels like stabbing it will transform the little snake."

"It's so creepy that I can't hear the true or false words. Has my magic blade adjusted?"

"Okay, you can use it anytime! But I still recommend that you use it before the day after tomorrow."

"It's the day after tomorrow?"

Aomo frowned. He thought the other party guessed his plan, but the two-day emphasis... Is there anything else to do in the past two days except the base?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!