Following Mo Whisper and Long Whisper back to the hotel, in the lobby on the first floor, to Marceau's surprise, Twilight Twilight, who had taken off his metal plate armor and tied an apron in his daily clothes and held a spoon in his left hand, was walking out of the kitchen with a large plate, followed by a dwarf with a forced face and Mr. Mage with the same expression.

Seeing the obvious change in Mo Qingyu's face, Twilight put the two items in her hand on the long table, then trotted over and squatted down, stretched out her hand to wipe Mo Qingyu's face, "Whisper, why did you become like this!"

"Sister Mo, this is still lucky. The long fifteen-ten-year-old told everything that happened to Mo Qingyu, which immediately attracted the exclamation of the dwarf and Mr. Mage, among whom Mr. Mad Mage looked at Marceau: "Hmm...... I'm thinking, Marceau, can I also touch your gold coins?", he had also heard Marceau's story, so he found out that Sister Mo had 'evolved' into such a semi-undead state, and immediately thought about it, Marceau had to admit that this was indeed not a rookie - the most lacking thing for a mage is only physique in addition to intelligence, and in the semi-undead state, Kael'thas can indeed get a lot of benefits, but there is a problem" I have a question, Mr. Kael'thas, you can really confirm that you won't lose control of your corpse during the transformation, after all, as far as I know, you're a hidden professional mage, and semi-undead will ossify your brain, and I don't think it's good for you to be like us. ”

"Wow, then I'd better not die. After listening to Marceau's explanation, Kael'thas immediately stopped his 'imagination', and instead sat down at the long table and began to eat: "I am dying of hunger, and I have not eaten even a piece of pastry after a night of copying. ”

"Well, speaking of things. Is it all made of Glitter?" asked Marceau, at this point.

"Where can he make these things, they are all made by the NPC girl that Kael'thas brought back, her craftsmanship is quite good, I think she has the ability to compete with the girls. The dwarf immediately peeled off Mr. Paladin's mask.

"Salman Manan?" Marceau and Mo asked in unison.

"You know?" asked Kael'thas as he looked up.

"I've heard of it, as if her father had just been killed by the Assassins. Mo whispered an immediate answer, and Marceau also opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I've heard of it too." The Manan family is not a duke, and that old man will really entrust his granddaughter to you?"

"Hmm...... Well, in fact, she escaped, and I can't do anything about her. Kael'thas shrugged her shoulders, and at this time Sharman Manan happened to walk out of the kitchen with a large bowl, and her performance and the aroma of the pieces of meat in the bowl in her hand really had an attractive or catly energy: "Hello everyone, I am Sharman Manan, and I am Mr. Kael'thas apprentice. ”

"Uh......" Mo whispered and looked at the girl in front of him with some embarrassment: "Did Duke Manan let you come?" ”

"No, no, no. The Duke of Manan was not so big-eyed, and Miss Sharman Manan ran away to avoid marriage. Twilight hurriedly explained.

"Out of respect for the Duke of Manan, perhaps we should take her back. Long said suddenly.

Sherman Manan paused, then sat down silently at the long table, and began her speech: "I have a dream!" "Dream of a successful marriage and a carefree husband?" Marceau interrupted her conversation this time.

"Alright, let's do it, let Miss Sharman Manan stay here for a while. Kael'thas said. He reached out and patted Salman Manan's little head: "This apprentice of mine is very harmful, I can feel it. ”

"It's still the master who is good to me!" said Salman Manan as he looked at Kael'thas with gratitude on his face.

"That's good. Kael'thas, you're here to take care of her, remember?" Sister Mo nodded, and then walked upstairs with a long time: "Who else wants to rest." ”

"I!whisper!Let me be in the same room with you, let me cleanse you of the curse with holy light!" Before Jin Shanshan could finish speaking, a wolf-proof electric shock bullet from Mo Qingyu was directly pasted on Jin Shishan's head. So in the next second, Mr. Shiny, who was dishonest on his lips, slipped into the mashed potato bowl in front of him.

The kitten shook his head, why do these big men always like to bargain for some money, don't they want to think about how easy it is for these girls to be taken advantage of by them now?

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Went upstairs. Marceau said goodbye to Chang Jiu, this little girl had a head of her own, so after Mo whispered into her room, the girl followed Marceau to continue inside, and then pulled the kitten's sleeve in front of her own door.

Marceau turned around, looked at the anticipation on the girl's face, and finally reached out and applied a finger on her forehead: "Okay, little one, you can go offline quickly, we'll see you in half an hour." ”

The girl snorted and went into her room, while Marceau returned to the Lin sisters' room, took off her armor and got into the pile of blankets on the floor beside the bed.

The next second, the kitten sat up from the bed in his little attic, and the kitten, humming a little song, climbed onto the floating chair and began to move, aiming for delicious food and more delicious girls.

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As soon as she got off the line, she immediately sat up from the sheets, and the little girl ran out of her room, and the girl in pajamas ran all the way to the front hall along the corridor of the old house built by her grandfather: "Father!"

"Ah, my lovely girl, are you offline, it looks like you've survived again this time. The old man, who was reading a newspaper sitting on a mat, looked up at his daughter.

"Of course, I told you that there are a lot of brothers and sisters in the team!" said Chang Jiu, as he glanced down the hall, "Father, where is my mother?"

"Of course, I'm helping you find a marriage partner. This time, the father, who didn't raise his head, said something that made his mouth puff up.

"What nonsense!" said Chang Jiu angrily, and then ran away without looking back.

Listening to his daughter's footsteps fading away, the old man raised his head and sighed: "Pest, where is my lady now?"

"The gene sequence bank of the kitten people in the Lonxi family is searching for the genetic sequence of the target. Someone in the no-man's corner answered.

The old man snorted, and the old man, who seemed to feel some unexpected coolness in the air, shook his head: "What nonsense." (To be continued.) )