Chapter 565 NO.148 He (she) knows it, but he doesn't want to face it (x(4k)

  When Miss Remuel smelled the abrupt scent, her head was buzzing as if she had woken up last night.

  Hangover headaches don't go away easily, especially if you're not old enough to be called a teenage girl.

  Even though there are many good ways to maintain the appearance in this era, and even just studying some special 'Source Stone Skills' can stay in the posture of their young age, so that women like them from the land of Terra to the Federation of Terra deeply feel the wonder and greatness of this era in this world, but ......

  Even if the regular races can find a place to be among the ranks of the immortals, the wine is still so excessive.

  It is not only a test of your liver ability, but also a test of your nervous quality.

  Those elixirs, potions, cosmetics, and even immortal cultivation that would make people youthful permanent, but they did not directly improve the strength of internal organs and even the strength of nerves.

  It is true that such a fully strengthened 'panacea' is not nothing, but it is obviously not cheap, and it is not so suitable for contemporary women in the pursuit of beauty.

  Compared with such a panacea, it is much cheaper to use several types of beauty and health products with different directions at the same time.

  And if you're not in a hurry to pursue these things, it's easier to just buy a single option that skips makeup and beauty steps.

  Miss Remuel was obviously not the kind of woman who would have a dresser full of pills.

  She would only pick a few basic books of health cultivation popularized by the God Blessing Yin Class from her sister, and then practice them casually.

  Even two days of fishing and three days of drying nets are not counted, it should be three days of drying nets, one and a half days of nesting, and finally half a day of fishing - such diligence makes her armed strength advance slowly, second only to Miss Air in the core team of Penguin Logistics.

  Of course, she's been a lot harder lately.

  It was already three days of drying nets, one day of nesting, and one day of fishing, which once made her sister ask Mostima and Texas and others in surprise: What stimulated this child?

  But it is unknown how long the diligence that was stimulated by the exotic monster fighting in the Realm Gate District will last, at least after only a little more than a month of diligence, her internal organs and nerves have not been strengthened enough to be worthy of her bragging.

  It's impossible to fight with that Star Bear officer, let alone fight alcohol, even catabolic alcohol is enough to choke.

  In particular, a certain white-haired stupid dog shouted directly to the strongest in order to toss Texas at the beginning - in this boundary gate area where productivity and technical power far exceed that of Dragon Gate City, you want to shout the strongest bottle of wine is somewhat looking for death.

  You have to pray in your heart that the boss won't give you a bottle labeled 'Internet celebrity special'.

  After all, the difficulty of those so-called anchors to challenge in order to attract people's attention...... It is worth mentioning that some anchors have a first-level prosthetic transformation, that is, a full-body prosthetic, and you can decide for yourself.

  So Remule and Lapland are dying together, and the main difference between the two is the physical difference between the Sakotas and the Rupers—which is quite obvious, after all, the racial characteristics of the Sakotas are so special that they can be distinguished from most of the races in their homeland.

  Only Sakaz, a group of demons, vampires, cyclops and other fantasy traits, can be called demons, and while opposing Sakota, they have an inseparable and close connection.

  But other than that, the Sakotas are unique.

  Because of the halo above their heads, because of their unbelievable sense of empathy, because of their innate familiarity with special mineral firearms, and even the laws they believed in—all of this was filled with a strong sense of 'artificially cultivated life' in Omer's eyes.

  Mechanical laws, distinctions, and physical traits, but spiritually awakened empathy, and a distinctly genetically directed, talent for special firearms—these are like some kind of artificial legions built to deal with war.

  Empathy is used to identify friend and foe, and firearms talents are used for class development.

  Angelic races such as Angel of Energy and Mostima have such obvious and deliberate artificial control, and when he collected information about other races in that world and found that only Sakota was so weird, his suspicion of this speculation also increased greatly.

  But it didn't really matter, after all, these angels didn't really go to war with all their troops, and after the intervention of the Terra Federation, most of them lived in peace like the Angels of No, Mostima, and others.

  Although they have always been destined to encounter many inconveniences in a different society, such as losing their sympathetic people, all interpersonal interactions will seem awkward and even strange.

  But there are also Sakotans like Mostima who 'take the initiative' to turn off empathy, and there are even more Sakotans like Angels who still have empathy, but are used to not having the ability to get along with other races.

  As for those who can't get used to it...... God blessed them and welcomed them.

  Angel of the energy body - empathetic.

  Angels with strong perception - empathy.

  An artificial angel with a mechanical halo on his head and mechanical wings - which can be retrofitted to achieve empathy.

  As for the other angelic 'kindred' who can't empathize, then treat it as Riboli!

  Well, this is the Lateran! (Tyrannical)

  And even if you don't go to the God Blessing Music Class, there are some special theme communities, such as welcoming individuals and even races with particularly strong perception, the Holy Terra Federation has already accepted many cosmic people from the current world, and there are a large number of special immigrants from other worlds, among which there are not a few races with the same sympathy.

  There are 'defects' in this kind of interpersonal and social skills, and there are also communities and communities in huddles.

  But that's a long way off.

  It is true that the Sakotas were born with more talent than many races in the same world, and there is no shortage of talent bonuses in combat, such as the appearance of humanoid weapons that cut through the blood vessels of beasts with their fingernails like the Undertaker, but the latter is also the result of countless exercises and actual battles.

  Without this kind of perseverance, Remule still has to honestly have a headache.

  But she smelled a distinct aroma again, and besides her mind buzzing, her stomach rumbled.

  Her mind buzzed so that she didn't want to move, and her stomach rumbled and urged her to hurry up, but the stomach won under the stalemate.

  She got up in a daze, and walked to the living room without caring about her loose clothes, and saw someone on the table with a plate, and even beckoned to her: "If you have a headache, drink the cup of sobering soup on the table first." ”

  "Oh~!"

  Subconsciously picked up the thing and drank it according to the other party's instructions, and in an indescribable strange smell, Lei Mule suddenly came to his senses: "Oh! What is it! ”

  Turning his head to look at the man again: "Hmm! It's you! Small - it doesn't seem to be so small Omer! ”

  "While I wouldn't advise you to continue calling me Boss Omer, it's not too pleasing to be that small."

  From 15 years old to 14-year-old Omer gave her a blank look and turned to the kitchen again, while Remule glanced at the omelette, sausage, and sandwich on the table, swallowed her saliva, secretly inserted a grilled sausage in her mouth, and ran to the kitchen door to see him mixing the salad: "Curled up Ni made it?" ”

  "Swallow it and then speak, it's just breakfast for four, and it's not troublesome to prepare."

  As he said this, Omer couldn't help but feel a little sad.

  In the past, it was only for two people, but when I arrived at the office, it became eleven people.

  It's hard to understand why there are only five people and eleven people, isn't it?

  "Also, can you get used to those salads and coffee on the table? I'm also thinking about the whole point of Yiluo... Big pasta, I have the impression that you have talked about recipes in the group. ”

  "It doesn't matter, we've been in places like Dongyan, and breakfast in the East and the West is acceptable, but is it okay for you to get up so early?"

  Remuel, who swallowed the sausage, asked, "Or is it uncomfortable to fall asleep on the sofa?" ”

  “… OK, the sofa here is of good quality. Ome said, looking at her twice,

  There was no sign of snickering, his expression was natural, and his eyes were fixed on the pudding that was still in the transparent refrigerated layer, like a starving ghost reincarnated.

  The stereotype in the intelligence that the Laterans love desserts seems to be true.

  Then it wouldn't be her.

  Not her words......

  "Wow, who prepared breakfast, it can't be you, right? Remuel? Texas you look! Syracuse may have a sunny day! "It's clear that Lapland's voice is from far and near.

  "Don't tell metaphors that the locals don't understand, this should be done by Omer." The voice of Texas followed.

  “… Really," Lapland, who was leaning into the kitchen, looked at Omer's back, "How's the cooking?" Little one, huh? Have you grown up? ”

  "Actually, I've taken some back, and the recovery and consumption are still in a tug-of-war," Omer said, handing Lapland a large bowl of salad that had been mixed up, and looking at her deeply, "Take it to the table, and there's a bowl of decanting soup on the table, you can try it too." ”

  “？” Lapland, who was a little puzzled by Ormer's sudden glance, was a little puzzled when he turned around and continued to be busy.

  "Why did he look at me like that?" As she walked to the door with a large bowl, she asked Remuel, who had come before her, "Is there a problem with the decanting soup?" ”

  "No problem? I've drunk it all, and I'm much better, what do you think of you? Ramuel didn't pay any attention to her interactions, and just asked Ormer, "Ormer!" When will the pudding be taken out? ”

  "It's been ten minutes at least, and that's your after-dinner food, not the main meal."

  "Eh——!"

  "Don't me, give you the right to eat directly at the table, you don't have to wait for me."

  "That's fine!"

  The Angel of Energy suddenly attacked like two furnaces and three reds.

  And Omer, who was still unpacking the noodles, raised his eyes and saw Texas still standing, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I cut your ingredients first." ”

  "It's okay, these things have been piling up for days," Texas said with some embarrassment, "I haven't had time to deal with it these days." ”

  That's really not new...... Omo muttered to himself, he also habitually saw these ingredients that he felt like he couldn't put anymore when he went through the refrigerator in the morning, and his frugality that he didn't want to waste was ready to move.

  The eldest lady of the Texas family probably didn't understand, but even if she did, it wasn't worth mentioning, and Omer just looked at her embarrassed expression, still not wanting to admit that possibility.

  Seeing that she was still wearing the curvaceous tailor-made outfit, even the coat that she didn't have to wear at home, Omer couldn't help but think of how she felt when she woke up, and silently turned around and poured the noodles into the boiling water.

  "Well, it's good that it doesn't mess with your setup." He said calmly.

  There is no need to recall the process, he also made bacon egg sauce pasta when he was in the office, and the café unexpectedly liked it, and liked to use it with coffee, but Omer thought that the combination was a little weird, and it was better to drink milk.

  "Hmm."

  He heard the response from Texas, and then heard the footsteps, not farther but closer, so that he stood aside and asked, "Do you need help?" ”

  "No, my current height is okay." Omer said, pointing down to the small platform that stood on tiptoe below, but neither Lapland nor Ramuel could see it.

  Otherwise, I don't know what to be happy with.

  "Hmm... When will you revert back to this. ”

  "Wake up and that's it." Aumer lifted his chopsticks and pulled the noodles, although it was unnecessary, but he always wanted to avoid the risk of sticking to the pan and sticking noodles.

  And something needs to be done to resolve the embarrassment.

  From the hesitant tone of Texas asking this sentence, it seems that he can taste something, taste something that makes him feel embarrassed too.

  "Wake up... What time did you wake up? Will you not get enough sleep? ”

  "Eight forty-two, I should have slept enough, I slept very hard last night."

  "That's good, actually... Last night I saw you curled up on the couch and sleeping on your side, so I carried you to the bedroom. ”

  These words inevitably made Omer look sideways, and he saw Texas with a calm face, so frankly revealing himself, it made Omer feel ashamed.

  “… Oh, I see. ”

  It's not good to ask the other party if he has the habit of holding a pillow, so he can only greet: "Pasta will have to wait for a while, you can also go to eat, we have been hungry for the same time, and I have found something to cushion." ”

  "Hmm..."

  Texas simply turned away, the sound of slippers still steady, and while listening carefully, he tilted his head as he watched Omer in the pot and continued to move his chopsticks to scratch the noodles.

  Maybe I'm thinking too much...... He thought.

  Women who were born in a land with a similar culture to Yiluo District and who have lived in the cultural circle of Anmei District are probably more open than they expected, and they don't care much about intimate contact with the opposite sex.

  Not to mention that even if he grows up halfway, he is still a teenager.

  Underage only......

  The other party's previous hesitation should have been based on some kind of weirdness.

  Outside the door, Texas raised her hand and touched her dark blue white ear, which stood erect and not reddened, but was a little hot, like her taut tail hidden under her coat.

  Last night, she curled up and slept on her side, and the familiar sleeping position made her see at a glance that the child was insecure, let alone stable, let alone sleep quality.

  So she carried him into the bedroom.

  Even though there were already two adult women lying on the bed, it seemed a little cramped, but it always didn't matter if you put a child.

  But if the child grows up halfway, he looks more mature than Baisong who came to Penguin Logistics in the first place.

  Maybe it's not just crowding......

  Texas knows exactly what the Angels of Energy and Lapland will be sleeping in.

  And what I was holding in a daze... There seems to be an answer.

  The title is taken from the electric helltown series video barrage (x)

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