It's popcorn time again, and a bunch of guys have been sitting in front of the TV for a long time, and the room is no longer small, but it's still crowded to the point of exploding.

At first, Botori brought home a large number of friends, and Lilith was a little frightened. Half of them looked like soldiers, half were savages, and most notably, a giant, who couldn't figure out what kind of business her husband was talking about as a "multinational corporation."

Later, Lilith slowly discovers that they actually get along very well.

Asian men have the largest number of men, and no matter how they walk and eat, they are all standard military men and meticulous. Today, this special group all went out, saying that they were going to pick up their colleagues and then take a walk around the city. Lilith thought it was funny, they all looked so cool that they didn't even talk much, and they actually had the leisure to travel.

The "Maya" department staff mentioned by Anatori in his introduction, that is, those who look like primitive natives, never sleep in a bed, lie on the floor in the courtyard every night, and even eat raw meat when they first arrive. The explanation for this is that the company has recently implemented the original ecological stress reduction method, and they are very obsessed with this.

The giant is the only one from the ancient kingdom of the East, and his appetite is better than that of a mammoth, and his temper is as good as a kitten. Scratching his head and smirking is his trademark, and Lilith often brings him some king-sized ice cream from the supermarket, and although the two don't understand the language, they are already very friendly.

Except for the live broadcast of boxing matches that must be watched every day, which Lilith found too scary, there was nothing wrong with these people.

This mansion on Long Island was given by the owner of Boniao, and last time Boniao transferred a large sum of money back, which was enough for the couple to spend several lifetimes. Lilith has never been assertive, and every time she thinks of Bo Bird's past, she always hopes that he can be safe and sound, and she never cares about earning more or less.

Today Lilith made the best potato pie, and since there were so many people, she was busy all morning. At this moment, seeing those guys devouring their food, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

As soon as he got home, he went back to his room, and the fight didn't start in a few minutes, enough for him to visit another bank. The huge bet that the Galaxy Group had to grit its teeth to accept was not all from Moriah - he spent some time hacking into the central system of the Union Bank of Switzerland and "borrowing" the aid.

Of course, when the Gorosem event is over, the money will have to be returned. A well-documented crime is not called a crime, but a foolishness. Bo Bird always felt that he was a few notches above Bald and Ninefinger, though the two bastards never admitted it.

"Come out and help!" Lilith entered the room with her apron on, puffing and tugging at his ears.

"Yes, yes." Bo Bird didn't have the slightest way to take his new wife, smirking and typing the last string of instructions on the computer.

"When is your boss coming to country M? I would like to invite him to my house. Lilith put on her big gloves and brought the tray out of the oven.

The first news that Poniao told her when she came back this time was that the boss had spoken out that she could bring her family to settle in Moria in the future. This made Lilith very happy, she was very grateful to the employer she had never met, and now the bird was finally a little down-to-earth, and it was more difficult to make him pay attention than to climb to the sky.

"He's in country M!" Bo Bird stuffed the potato pie into his mouth and inhaled vigorously, "Well, it will be his turn to appear later, otherwise who do you think we are looking at every day?" With Christ above, I've never been an idler, and I'm too lazy to look at other fighters. ”

"You mean the number 23?" Lilith froze.

Only then did she understand why those guys outside watched the boxing match like crazy, sometimes they had endless fun, and sometimes they had a blue face, as if they wanted to eat people.

"I just went to a gambling company to help our boss place a bet and buy him to win." Bo Bird said triumphantly, as if he had completed some great mission.

"Your boss should be rich, why take such a risk?" Lilith still couldn't understand.

"He has to feed a lot of people, and this time it's not just for the money." The bird still replied nonchalantly.

"What if he dies?" Lilith put down the tray and was a little afraid to step out of the kitchen. Those bloody scenes once made her think they were fake, just like the famous country M wrestling, but to this day, she knows that she is still too naïve.

This time, Bo Bird was silent for a moment before replying word for word: "No one in this world can defeat him." ”

The same occasion, the same group of people, the same live TV, in Lilith's view, there is a change in the essence of the surname. She brought food to everyone and found a corner for herself to sit down next to her husband.

The first time Lilith wanted to really pay attention to this bloody game, she had a vague twitch in her heart when she appeared on the 23rd.

The rude guys in front of the TV were all nervous. Their eyes were all terrifyingly bright, and many of them had words in their mouths as if they were praying.

The cameraman on the scene did not hesitate to give a close-up of the long shot of the 23rd, who was so young that it was pitiful, and Lilith couldn't help but make a cross on her chest.

"Challenger V82, also from Nie Qingyang from country Z!" The narrator was screaming, and the audience responded enthusiastically.

The camera pans to another person, an old man with his hair in a bun.

The giant stood up in front of the TV, his bones crackling all over his body, and his eyes glared at the limit. His massive body trembled, and the expression on his face was both confused and painful, as if a hangover was lifting the Heavenly Spirit Cover in a desperate attempt to regain lost memories.

"Iron Bull, what's wrong with you?" Bo Bird had never seen him like this, and he couldn't help but be startled.

"Take me to the scene." Iron Bull only replied with one sentence, and the floor under his feet cracked.

The cacophony surged through the Super Bowl, and the echo rumbled as if it could be lifted even from the sky. What Chen Mo heard was absolute silence, he looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes had shrunk into a needle.

The strength assessment is unknown, and the Ares robot is still on strike.

The only thing Chen Mo could still rely on was the wild surname instinct left over from the ancestor of the human race, the breath of the other party was almost uncatchable, and he was obviously standing there, but he looked like a tangible and insubstantial phantom.

At least three levels above himself, that is, beyond the twelve. Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, under the premise of losing the overrun burst, losing the local defense and directional charging, even whether the bullet time could be used as he wished became unknown.

His fighting spirit had been sharpened into a red-hot bayonet.

The sun is at its brightest time of day, the sea breeze is gusting, and the sound of waves rolling at the foot of the platform is clearly audible.

It's always been a luxury to be alive, and he doesn't think that a strong enemy who finally appears on the stage can end his little right.

(To be continued)