searched her carefully, and then picked it up and threw it on the sofa: "You choose your own path, if you don't want to, I will never stop you." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zhan Yan tore away his innocent appearance and pointed at me unconvinced: "I'm different from you, my sister and I are both extraordinary-ability-people!" It's not like you who only know how to dance knives and guns. ”

"Oh? Yes, Adept, what are you? ”

"My sister is a fire system, I am the most precious space department!" Zhan Yan straightened his chest, jumped up and stood on the sofa, looking at me as a small human being.

"Then why are you still here? With such ability, why don't you go out and kill zombies yourself? I smiled.

"Sister won't let me!" Zhan Yan complained a little.

I left her alone and went straight into the bedroom.

"Hey! Don't go! You stop! Stop! Zhan Yan jumped off the couch and tried to grab me. Stopped by my backhand and stopped there.

I rolled up my bangs and cleared my throat, not knowing what to say to such a child.

"So what? So Burning Yan doesn't take you out? So Ran Yan didn't hand you over to the military for meritorious service? So you're going to be here all the time pretending to be a good boy? ”

"My dad told her to protect me, would she dare to do that?"

"And who is your father?" I squinted, inside.

"Oh, my dad is ......"

"Enough! Shut up! The door was pushed open at once, and Ran Yan stood in the doorway with his waist crossed. It's really like a burning fire.

"Sister..... Zhanyan's expression was stunned all of a sudden, and he was at a loss for a while.

Burning face's expression was as if it was dead, pale and cold. The tone also became muffled: "Come out." ”

"Sister..... Zhan Yan hung his head, bent down and looked for the little shoes that he didn't know where to throw them.

I smiled and said hello to Ran Yan and walked into the bedroom on my own. Ran Yan squeezed out a smile, and then looked at Zhan Yan coldly.

I don't need to watch them on the spot if I want to see them, do I?

There is only my little yellow bird on the big white bed. Her face burned red, and the roll in front of her forehead became obedient at this time, and she still remembered that she always disliked it before and straightened it over and over again.

I don't know how much this child has suffered. No, she's always been lucky and likable. Even the boss, the boss. Sometimes, you want to give yourself the courage to forgive someone, only to find that she is indifferent to all the efforts you make. Your forgiveness, your self-righteous redemption, are just like a self-directed clown.

I opened a bottle of toilet water and gently rubbed it on the forehead of the little yellow bird. I don't know if such a thing is still produced or not, in such an era, even people are out of print.

I don't want people to disturb the little yellow bird, but there doesn't seem to be a good way to do it. I've always heard that there is something called an enchantment, but there are so few prehistoric materials left behind. The remnants of the Celestial Empire's folk magic also seem to be too illusory and simplistic.

I stripped off the mental power and weaved it into a net around the bed.

It seems that there is a way to borrow the power of heaven and earth to become a family. But I know too little, and I don't know how to operate, so I can only use such a soil method.

The current so-called supernatural ones are just beginners who can no longer be beginners. There are no inherent skills, just using the elements to rampage, a bit like the ancient times.

But in ancient times, the accumulation of elements alone was enough to destroy a city. Modern mutants obviously don't have that kind of physique. Enough to bear the weight of the world.

Department of space? Is it formed by capturing the free gap in the air? No wonder the little girl can have such a thing. A desert eagle that is not suitable for girls.

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Re-enact the tragedy of five browsers。。。。。