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Chapter 589: Please Eat**

"Haha, that's funny,---- since you've already had this kind of thought, let's just say a nonsense. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Sumire Muroto shook her hand and stroked the sloppy bangs that covered the corners of her eyebrows, laughing wildly.

I have to say that if you remove the preferences of Sumire Muroto and the hobby of dealing with corpses, and the setting that gives people a gloomy feeling, this guy is still an extremely outstanding royal sister beauty.

But after adding these strange settings, it makes people unappetizing.

"By the way, you haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Sumire Muroto said suddenly, switching the topic a little quickly, but the previous topic could indeed be stopped there, because this kind of thing that was designed to oppose the position of the 'cursed son' and the 'plundered generation' should have stopped.

-- This kind of thing that has not yet been put on the surface is enough for Sumire Muroto and Nightshade to know in their hearts.

"What?"

"I mean dinner."

"That's not ...... yet" Nightshade shrugged, he had planned to finish hunting his prey, and then go back to deal with dinner with Xiao Yanzhu after negotiating this matter with Muroto Sumire.

Although in fact, with his ability, it doesn't matter much even if he doesn't eat for a few days and nights, but Xiao Yanzhu can't.

"Let's try my original cuisine."

Sumire Muroto stood up and took out the dish from the microwave oven and tore off the plastic wrap that was covering it.

At first glance, it looks like pure white porridge, but it is semi-solid like oatmeal. She scoops up a spoonful with a spoon and makes a foley sound that should be described as sticky. You can even smell a rancid sourness. What the hell is this? As if mocking, a bubble bubbles appeared on the surface of the sticky dish.

The food made up of this indescribable substance is not so much food as it is the same thing, which gives Nightfall a deep understanding of Sumire Muroto's cooking level, at least at the master level.

Nightfall means that at the level of the dark culinary world, it is definitely at the master level.

It's just dark food.,It's okay to enjoy it yourself.,And even to bring it out and harm people.,That's Muroto Sumire's fault.。

Muroto Sumire stood up, took out the dishes in the microwave oven and brought them to Nightshade with great enthusiasm, and scooped up a mouthful of indescribable semi-solid condensation with a spoon, as if intending to let Nightshade taste it as if it were dinner.

Knowing well that some people's level of dark cuisine is enough to act as a real bioweapon-level killing move, the ability to send people to the Santu River, Nightshade decisively reached out and separated Muroto Sumire's hand.

Maybe her kindness can still make Nightfall understand, but this kind of dark food, Nightshade really can't eat it.

"Uh---, I'll go first, it's not too late, there's still something to do in the 'outer area' that I need to do, and the lolis won't live in peace." Nightshade got up and patted his ass and stocks, turned his head and left.

Even in the face of hordes of gastrated creatures, and even the nest of stage four or even stage five level gastrulation creatures, a man who would not show even the slightest shaken look, in front of Sumire Muroto's dark cuisine, the single chose to retreat.

"How?" Sumire Muroto asked, puzzled, "Wouldn't it be nice to have dinner first and then leave?" ”

"Ahem, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't want to die from unknown dark cuisine." Nightshade laughed dryly, and in a dash dodged, disappearing in front of Muroto Sumire's eyes in a brief moment.

-- Thirty-six plans, as expected, are 'go ahead' plans.

"Hmm----, isn't that delicious?" Sumire Muroto looked in the direction where Nightshade had disappeared, muttered, and scooped up the dark dishes on the plate and put it in his mouth. The pain of piercing the mouth and the destruction of the palate began, but the stimulation was a very subtle and supreme pleasure for her, a maverick.

-- Tsk, humans can't understand each other. Just as the general public in the Tokyo area couldn't understand why Nightshade would shield a monster like the Cursed Son, Nightshade couldn't understand why Sumire Muroto was eating dark food and still looking delicious.

Nightshade now has a deeper understanding of this philosophical sentence in the second year.

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As a well-known researcher in the entire remnant international community, Sumire Muroto, one of the 'Four Sages', does still have a great say in the Tokyo area.

Even though Tendo Kikunojo felt a little strange, since it was Muroto Sumire's request, he had to agree to the decision to demarcate the building facilities in the 'outer area'.

It is now more than 9 years since the end of the war, and it is close to the end of 2o3o, and the level of science and technology has gradually returned to the pre-war level.

Even the 'cursed children' who barely survived in the space that occupied the sewers, and were expelled by the police in the Tokyo area with unreasonable reasons, including Oriyuki and Maria, a group of Lori, also moved into this containment facility.

There is no doubt that after the completion of the containment facility for the "cursed children" of this "outer area" and the fact that it was also known to the people in the Tokyo area, it naturally received a lot of criticism and dissatisfaction.

In their eyes, providing a monster like the 'Cursed Son' with normal human living conditions is nothing less than a heinous sin.

However, even if everyone in the Tokyo area, including the assistant to Tendo Kikunoki and the general public, who held the real political power, were opposed, it did not interfere with the idea of the night death in the slightest.

If they are going to use any coercive force to persecute the basic abode of the 'Cursed Sons', then let them go, your enemy is the Night Dead, the future master of the Asura realm with great power. 8