Xu is from the blood.

Although Ormo had a very bad opinion of his own parents, and did not want to talk about them unless necessary, his father's bloodline traced back to a large family of otherworldly demons, but the family never paid attention to him.

Or because of the bloodline.

The demon-human mixture, the part that belongs to the demon is recessive, so much so that Omer looks like a fully human. Black hair and brown eyes, no narrow ears, no sharp horns, no thick long tail, only the height of 1.78 meters at the age of 19 can prove that he may be tall in two or three years, which is inherited from his father.

After all, according to the description of insiders, his mother is only in her early sixties of one meter.

Both husband and wife are mercenaries, free cosmic mercenaries, and they were so free that their son was only one year old and was thrown into a nursery and welfare home in the Demon Realm District.

Thanks to the excellent implementation of the welfare home policy of the Holy Terra Federation, otherwise there might still be some classic orphanage bullying.

But even so, among a group of children with horns, claws, and tails, Omer was one of the ones who didn't fit in at first glance, and it wasn't until a vampire youth took him out of the Demon Realm that he came into contact with someone who really looked like him.

Speaking of the cosmic mercenary industry, life and death are very random, and you may die on which planet at any time.

Pairing up in pairs without joining other teams would make the couple's team more flexible, and it would also make them die without anyone to help report the news.

Omer has always been sent by those two people, but unfortunately this does not make those two people completely disappear into his own world, at least he has to face his own race, especially his future plans are still preparing to run to the executive department of the Security Bureau of the two realms.

This is an armed department that deals with the business of traversers, and it is also the department that often cooperates with the adoptive father's company.

For this reason, he had to apply for a Yuanneng martial arts major, and then take a few certificates or something, so that it was convenient to submit his resume.

In other words, the simple way to put it is that it is necessary to achieve something in spells or martial arts.

Only when the combat effectiveness is enough is it convenient to apply for employment.

For this reason, one of the shortcuts that his adoptive father pointed out to him was the bloodline awakening ritual.

Awakening the part of the bloodline that belongs to the demon, and giving him the talent directly crosses several steps, as for the impression that the demon gives - the adoptive father himself is a vampire, and they are all dark creatures, which of us is with whom.jpg

It's a pity that there are too many mixed races these years, not so much a minority group as a majority group, and those who awaken their bloodlines need to make an appointment to rank up, and according to the brand that Omo got, they can wait for half a year.

It's all easy to say about adding money, but Omo doesn't feel the need to add money, after all, if he's not in a hurry, his adoptive father is still a 'useless adult', and he needs to be controlled by him to save a deposit, which is not easy to save, even if his adoptive father is willing to spend money on him, he won't allow it.

"Am I still not going to be able to buy new equipment this month?"

"Before the end of the month, you can promise to stay in bed and not be late."

"Huh... Bastard boy. ”

It seems that the status is reversed, and it is completely the appearance of a child who wants to buy toys but adults do not allow it, but the actual picture is that the adoptive father asks the adoptive son in a low voice, and after being rejected by the adoptive son, his true colors are exposed.

Omer and his adoptive father Morrison. Linton, never had a decent father-son atmosphere.

"What about my meal!"

Blonde hair, red eyes, fangs, young and handsome appearance, if you change the suit into a cape, it will be in line with the appearance of blood romance literature, and at this moment she is indeed pulling her tie and preparing to take off her coat.

After all, when you go home, there is no need to pretend to be serious and stereotypical.

"It's on the table," Omer pointed to the blood bag on the table not far away, "and the bag of pig blood, I'm going to make a pan Mao Xuewang." ”

"Wow!" This was exciting news for the man, so he threw the tie jacket in his hand on the sofa, walked quickly to the table and looked at the big bags of vegetables and meat, "Is there garlic?" ”

The man raised his eyes and looked at the young man who was tying his apron, his blood pupils flickering.

Perhaps none of his superiors had enjoyed such expectations.

"Yes!" The young man didn't have a good breath, and glanced at the bag in his hand again, "What are you carrying in your hand?" ”

"The return gift for visiting the neighbors," Morrison shook his bag, "Brother Vlad, who moved into the empty house next door last week, is a legal time-traveler, not only a vampire, but also a heroic spirit, and he plans to settle down, maybe he will become a colleague in the future." ”

Moved in last week... Omo thought about it, and remembered that when he went out the morning the day before, he did see the white-haired uncle with a scruffy beard and melancholy eyes, and the whole person looked like an empty nester, looking strangely lonely.

Thinking of this, the young man looked at the man with more sympathy, and stopped the steps that were about to step towards the kitchen.

"How long have you been dragging someone to talk?"

"What do you mean by dragging! Let's hit it off at first sight! That old brother belongs to the clock tower, but the clock tower does not have a few acquaintances with him, the whole person is not familiar with life, even the crossing pass was really done three days ago, I had a good chat with him about this world, it took three hours to almost bow to the handle! Remember to call him uncle when you meet in the future! ”

I beg you not to use this otome game face to pose like a roadside stall and say these things, okay?

Aumer sighed inwardly.

It's a good person, but it's a pity that he has a mouth, and Omer has always felt that the reason why he doesn't have an adoptive mother is because of this.

As soon as I go home, I either put on a posture and talk about the mountains, or I look like my career is not going well and nagging, this vampire really doesn't have the appearance of blood romance literature.

In fact, when Omer was young, this guy didn't look like a vampire except for a sub-healthy appearance like a vampire.

This image lasted for more than thirty years, until the arrival of the little Omer Savior (x

Little Omer thinks that you are a useless adult, and you don't even have the ability to take care of yourself, so you have to do grocery shopping, cooking, laundry, and even a part-time alarm clock.

Say thank you, little Omer!

“... Okay, don't talk about that, I'll ask you a question. ”

Omer, who no longer wants to complain about the other party's style of life, can fully accept calling a bearded vicissitudes of life as an uncle.

"You say." Morrison, who had just touched the remote control, looked over and noticed Omer's seriousness and slightly restrained his sitting posture.

"If I awaken my bloodline, will the demonic side affect my thinking?"

"It's this question again," Morrison's sitting posture collapsed again, turning into Ge You lying down, and a big screen was lit up, "This is the sixth time you've asked this kind of question, right?" ”

"I said don't get entangled in the nature of demons, you see that I am so stable as a vampire, and I don't know your father, I took you over because I can't get used to your parents' style."

"Your father is not crazy, he is just a lack of morality."

is true to the scene of the son scolding the father, and the son does not care about it.

"But I heard that the demon senior of the archaeology department of the Source Energy Engineering School made a mural more than 2,000 years ago to awaken his bloodline, and his whole temperament changed greatly, and he was beaten into a sieve by the violent terrorist mobile team."

"Are you sure it wasn't him who did the mural?" Morrison carried the remote control as a short stick and poked Omer's forehead, "You don't know how evil your archaeology and history departments are?" ”

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The Department of Archaeology and the Department of History produce the highest number of cyber psychosis and general psychosis in the general department, and they can always dig up some evil gadgets to attract the terror mobile team, and even the god-blessed sound class and even the two realms of security to deal with it.

"Well," Omer was convinced, but after a moment of thought, he said, "but I always feel that the monster Mewtwo is a bit of a bad state of mind, and I wonder if I'm a potential pleasure offender like the priest of FZ." ”

"It's still pleasant, you kid can't even do tax evasion," Morrison reached out, two blood-colored fingers flicked in front of Omer's forehead a few meters apart, and then stood up and walked towards Omer's bedroom, "Mewtwo show mewtwo, young man, let's watch some things in the sun, right?" For example, Gaoyue rewards the youthful vitality that athletes should have. ”

"Tell me, who do you want me to follow?" Hearing this, Omer turned his head to look at the recording on the screen, the race had already begun, and the audience on the screen was fully engaged in cheering for the runners running on the field.

Ming people don't say dark words, although the racial positions of both of them are quite dark, Morrison still said bluntly:

"Emperor of the East China Sea. I bet on her this time, help me see if I want to bet her later. ”

The financial power of the family is in the hands of Omer, but what to do with the surplus money such as pocket money is still up to him, and Omer knows that his adoptive father is quite interested in the race of the horse racing mother, that is, the combination of the soul of those humans and horses from another world, and the elf race with the instinct of running and racing.

You can also guess that he is not a hundred years old, but a kind of sin that wants to touch the hotbed of sin.

But don't say it, ordinary gambling is probably an abyss, but the race of the horse racing lady is the supreme ruler of the Holy Terra Federation, the strong artificial intelligence. The Heart of Terra is not as shady as the usual horse races.

For the Terra Heart, which regards the entire civilization as acting on self-evolution and contrasting observational parts, this kind of competitive entertainment is both valuable for observation and consistent with its vigorous development of entertainment to maintain its rule-

- To date, there have been groups within the Holy Terra Federation that are dissatisfied with the rule of the AI, and the Terraheart's view of the uprising is to dismantle the roots with profit.

That is, spend more money to maintain stability, add more entertainment methods to pass the time, and let the people be too safe and happy.

This is the optimal solution calculated by the central computing hub.

Therefore, the heart of Terra has supported the development of many entertainment industries, and the horse racing is also one of them. With enough fairness and justice, Omer will not stop Morrison from researching this - he will not say that he has made a lot of money by betting on special weeks before, so he deliberately passed by the gate of Traeson's campus once and invited the other party to drink a special drink of honey.

This is also the only time so far that he has taken the initiative to contact the horse racing lady.

To be honest, the horse racing lady is probably the star idol with the lowest threshold for visiting.

It's the polar opposite of being a sports star and singing and dancing – as long as you go to the door of Traeson College, you can crouch to the target you're looking for.

Although horse racing is often associated with gambling, racecourses and breeding academies associated with horse racing girls are not a miasma.

In fact, many people, including Omer himself.

When I was a child, I was taken to the racetrack by my parents and elders, which is not much different from going to an amusement park or an aquarium.

The racecourse and the Racecourse have also sought to create a family atmosphere for all ages, and even to a large extent in the composition of international races.

So much so that it is a norm for people to see horse racing girls when they were young, and even go to school to offer flowers.

As for security..... There is only one thing that needs to be said: the strength, reflexes, and speed of horse racing girls are usually several times that of humans, and the runners are all at the level of professional athletes.

In this way, even the recruiting trainers will emphasize physical fitness, otherwise they will send you back to the West in one fell swoop.

Under the improvement of science and technology and medical technology, these horse racing girls created by the three goddesses themselves have a performance beyond the original version of their hometown.

In terms of basic talent, it can be compared to the carnal fantasy race of demons, dragonmen, dwarves and the like.

This group of horse girls can really consider fighting in fighting events and engaging in the armed industry, and it seems that they already have it, and Omer has heard Morrison mention before that there is a mercenary team that has received a new horse girl.

There is also a pharmaceutical company that has emerged in the Eastern District in recent years, and it has been on the Internet for a time.

At this point, it is really impossible to say who will attack whom.

However, this has nothing to do with the current game on the screen, and Omer looked at the brown-haired little girl on the screen who had rushed out of the visible merry and dressed in a military dress style, and indeed experienced the so-called 'sun' in Morrison's mouth.

Although it was not Mewtwo, even though it was just watching a video, he could still feel the immersion and tension of the competitive event from the shouts of the scene and the quick words of the commentary, as well as the expectation of holding his breath.

This is the instinctive yearning that living beings have to produce for 'movement' and 'limit'.

Chasing the fastest and strongest elves through the meadow, attracting the attention of everyone who was watching the scene and the video.

They are pleasing enough to the eye, and the fastest, the strongest, and the highest have always been the pursuit of countless people, and the unity of this pursuit can also capture the heart of Omer—and then be amazed, 'I rely on this monster!'" The voice pulls back to reality.

Expressionlessly, he shouted at his bedroom: "I'll look back, let's go and make dinner first." Without waiting for a response, he turned around and picked up the bags on the table and walked to the kitchen.

After all, the Mewtwo experience is similar to a deep dive game, where you have to slap someone or a machine directly to wake you up.