Chapter 150, Two-Double-King(1/2)
"Puchi!" Evette couldn't help but laugh.
Teresh and Neil laughed heartlessly.
Carl and Tiger pulled the corners of their mouths.
Only Dalton is not in the state.
"Damn! You guys hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I also find it very funny!"
After a round of laughter, Tiger and Teresi got off work, and Yvette stayed behind.
Neil and his mimosa Dalton continued to run the river sand, and by the way, checked the hardworking young man in the barbecue restaurant, the first scene of the death of Jeverson Urbis, and the source of the moving pine roots.
After Carl handled the administrative affairs, he began to write a report that the young man in black stole the museum crystal and burned the crown, and he was not allowed to go out for the time being.
Ivis was forced by Carl (pointing a gun to his head) and read the book quietly.
It took a while before Evette remembered an important question:
"But who snatched the little tomatoes?"
Carl turned his head and thought for a while, and there was a vague answer.
This is a method of crime that is not left behind.
Regardless of others' courage to settle accounts after the autumn.
No matter how others point at the nose and scold you, you will do your own thing...
"I seem to... know who it is!"
Carl just finished speaking.
Footsteps outside the door.
Rubber bottom layer cowhide Martin boots.
Large canvas worker suspenders.
Ripped holes as decorative gray sweatshirt.
A baby face that never grows, plus natural curly hair that never combs.
"Quark! Why are you here?" Evette frowned and stared at her beautiful blue eyes.
"Grandma's... Bear Cookies..." Carl choked.
"Who is this?" Avis lifted up his upper lip exaggeratedly and expressed his incredible feelings about Quark's strange clothes and natural baby face.
"My surname is Ba, call me, you can call me dad." Quark Ivan stood still, put his hands in his pockets, leaning against the door frame as if he was boneless.
The sea of universe nightmare.
The shame of a strange adjustment.
Ministry of Justice scum.
Hopsen's unfilial son.
Genius superpowers.
Space initiator and terminator.
The King of Enchantment.
Super gangster scientist
...
The labels on the quark, ten fingers and toes are endless.
He can cause trouble, do whatever he wants, does nothing, does nothing, doesn't care about anyone's opinions or eyes, and is a weirdo.
But he invented countless super-powered tools and weapons, equipped with Arant's security forces, and was alone in charge of the super-powered protective covers in the main government office and government office.
He doesn't care about the people, things, things around him, and feels good enough to take off in place, and his self-awareness is so strong that he can't pull it.
Dedicated to superpower research and development of the sea of the universe.
The character, character, virtue and human nature seem to be the only one who puts God on earth.
In short, he is an extremely useful bad guy.
"Bang"
The bad guy blinked his fingers.
“Woo…”
The large potted plant on the left side of the entrance seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, moving straight to the water dispenser on the right at a steady and uniform speed.
"Bang"
Blink your fingers again.
The cloth blue roe festival decoration big flower sign on the wall fell into the trash can with a "dong" sound.
"Bang"
Quark snapped his finger for the third time.
Office lights flash and go off.
Baby-faced natural quark, with her hands behind her back, walking into the office like a leader.
Pointing at the book, Avis pretending to read, said:
"I don't like you."
The voice is clear and the tone is calm.
It seems that it is just saying nonsense like "The weather is good today and the cloudless".
Avis was angry - where did the nerves get the eyes of the ass!
The lights flash! Can you read a book? I'm going to be blinded!
"Hey, curly! I've disturbed me from reading the book. Is the special effect of the appearance cut off?" Avis stood up, one head taller than Quark, and his murderous aura rose.
The natural rolled quarks compare their heights with their palms, "Cut!"
There is a good show for the second-year-old couple. Carl asked: "Quak, isn't the end of the month purifying evil thoughts? Why are you here?"
The poodle quark did not speak well according to the convention and said, "The little tomato is OK, it's quite sweet."
“????????”
Ives saw this type of answer for the first time and felt that he had lived in vain for more than twenty years.
See you for a long time!
Evette and Carl are used to the style of curly neurotics.
The fat girl closed the computer and went out with her laptop.
Carl saved the report, closed each software window, and shut down the computer.
"4-dimensional, flashing, not bad, it just removes most of the blood and it's very difficult to keep it up. It's a dimensional loss."
Quark hooked his fingers, and the ruby diamond ring on Avis's hand flew slowly to the poodle quark's hand like a ghost.
"Crooked! Don't open it!" Ivis reached out to grab it.
Unfortunately, the curly quark had opened the gem ring face and released the pineapple guy.
"This is for Yvette! Mad! You'll kill it!"
Avis grabbed Quark's collar, and the next moment, Quark was behind him.
Calm, weird.
But everyone takes it for granted, and seems to be used to the poodle quarks and ghostly changes.
Except Ives.
On the tip of the quark's index finger, there was a small transparent mirror square frame floating, and the pineapple-like alien system was sleeping.
"The Royal Museum was stolen, Dad asked me to come."
Finally answered Carl's first question - what to do.
The order in which curly quark answers other people's questions is particularly disordered. Sometimes it answers immediately, sometimes it takes a long time to answer it.
He is a space powerhouse.
Being familiar with three-dimensional world space manipulation, he can do almost everything.
Space outside the three-dimensional world is exploring from 3.1 to 7 dimensions to varying degrees.
So sometimes, he is confused about three-dimensional space and cannot answer the questions immediately.
This is also related to his bad personality - he refuses to concentrate his spirit in three-dimensional space.
Always use it in one's own way across space.
To be continued...