I can only say that this is really worthy of being a monster mother engaged in art......? This feeling.

Cybertron has knowledge of another world, and in theory it's all the best of the best. It's okay for him to write the history of a race on his own – but that's why. It seems that the weight of two souls in one body is too terrifying. He didn't say anything about the identity of the traversal...... When I was a child, I was going to talk to my parents about it, but it turned out to be ......

Everyone knows that I want to cry, but my mother's beating hurts......

However, for other monsters, it seems that Cybertron has a natural affinity. Of course, two souls are larger and heavier than one. In addition to the dirty things that come with my head, I am inherently different from others.

Looking out the door, Cybertron had been sensing that someone was watching nearby—not the hostile kind, just a simple pervert. closed the door of the room, and by the way, he also stuck his big sword outside the door - that meaning is similar to Long Aotian: Who dares to move and try it! Lao Tzu will destroy you in minutes.

"Have you calmed down?" Turning around, Cybertron sighed and sniffed in the air again, "...... Isn't it worthy of a monster girl?'This' and 'taste' are all their own fragrances??......

"Let me stay with you—help, our people are no different from dead without inspiration and great works...... Alas, in the past nearly two thousand years, do you know what kind of life our group has live......d?" I'm going to show you what kind of [excellent] works I've collected since I came to [Canaphon] City for a year. ”

"......?" Cybertron didn't understand and took a booklet handed over by the other party, wrapped the skin in parchment, and looked very cherished. It's all written in black and white...... "This is also worthy of being called poetry??"

[Last night's stars are swaying in the wind that drifts into tomorrow night.] The belly of the perfect fat white pregnant woman trembled and stuck to the sky, when did this widowed fugitive woman have a new husband......

"You see, right? This is the standard of these [poets] in this era. "I don't know when I have left Cybertron's lap, and I look like a melancholy woman talking about my [career]. crossed Erlang's legs, looking pessimistic. I don't know where I took out a cigarette stick, lit it and took a puff: "You're right, this TM is also worthy of being called a poem?—— but that's it, I still exchanged my life for three years." Alas...... This 'poet' keeps saying that 'poetry is intentional, it is the sorrow of poetry'...... I really want to use your two two-handed swords to smash each other's heads together and make him open up!"

"If you goblin Lanahi clan are a race that lives by art...... Cybertron flipped through the notebook handed over by the other party, and smiled: "Then I have to say, you have lived thousands of years and really can't smoke." ”

"Isn't it...... But this time it's different!" Yu Fang looked like a soldier who died for a confidant and a woman who was a person who pleased herself: "But! But —— is it......? It's wonderful, every word in it, every sentence in it, it's like a melody that beckons to heaven. It inspired me and made me want to stop—— so I made a harp song – I believe it's the ultimate ......"

"......" doesn't really want to hit you, people have original songs.

However, at this moment, Yu Fang's pretty and mature face, with a turbulent wave on her chest, almost ran to Cybertron's side on her knees: "Let me sign a contract with you, my life can be given to you——!"

"Then again, 'my' works are quite a lot. Cybertron chuckled and said, "Your lifespan...... Is it enough?"

"Art is my life—— even if my body dies, but my soul is still pursuing the ultimate I yearn for! This is fearless——" Yu Fang suddenly said to Cybertron in righteous words: "As long as there is art, as long as the art exchanged by my life still exists in this world, I will not die——!

“...... Well said, I'm starting to like you. Cybertron slapped his thigh, as if it was not the soul from the earth who dominated him at this moment, and said involuntarily: "Although you are not a warrior, what you have done for your own ideals and pursuits is admirable! But...... Since you are your warrior in some 'art', it is shameful to steal your life! This is not glory, it is not honorable, the Immortal King has given us a good start, and death is not terrible. ”

"Huh, that...... Not to give you my life? This ...... It's not in line with our routine. When she heard this, she felt that something was wrong. With his hands between his legs, he twisted his body a little and rubbed his hands - looking very shy: "That...... What do you want? I ...... I can think about it......"

"Since they are all people who are fighting for their ideals in their respective fields, I like it!" Cybertron's hormones rushed up violently at this time, and the barbarian's aura began to become dominant, and he didn't notice the other party's hint at all: "This is a gesture that doesn't need to be thanked—— it's similar to the war dance in our tribe." ”

"Uh...... That, I don't want your tribe's war dance......" Yu Fang was stunned for a moment, relieved but a little disappointed. Looking at Cybertron in front of him, he looked at the other party's appearance and sang about a bright future - the monster lady licked her lips, and said with a heart like a long-term fishing: It's okay, slowly fatten!

"So......" Yu Fang obediently ran behind Cybertron and said, "Can you help?

"I'm strange......" Cybertron asked, tilting his head, "how do you know I must have written this? I'm a barbarian, and I'm only sixteen......

"It doesn't matter, age, race, culture or anything has nothing to do with creation. Of course, it is true that talent will dry up and craftsmanship will increase, and generally those authors will do this for the sake of our lives. But—— I'm really happy that you just said you don't want my life, because it proves that I made the right bet. You're different from those who write for my life, you're so happy, you're really happy......"

As she spoke, tears unconsciously flowed out of the corners of her eyes. Just like Cybertron had told her the first time.

Really...... It's so exciting.

“...... Pack your things. Cybertron muttered puzzled, "I don't know why you are a demigod (although weak) and ...... in a place like a brothel."

"Well, don't really say it, this kind of place is where the truth comes out. Some songs and poems can still be listened to, which are much better than those full-time poets. Yu Fang wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled happily: "What did you say just now......?

"Yes, now you just have to be my maid—" Cybertron suddenly sighed, and it turned out that he had done what he had done decades ago, "Come on, let's move out...... Will you brush the dishes?"

“...... No. That, my profession is actually a goddess......"

"Learn! The goddess is not good for me here, she looks prettier than me, and then say-don't think that if you don't want your life, you really don't want anything, come, I'll take you to buy a similar dress first, and replace this prostitute and girl suit, it's really, it must not be good-looking or sexy at all!"

Cybertron, with a pair of dead fish eyes, gouged his nostrils and patted his pretty face like introducing a dead fish for three dollars.

At that time, Yu Fang had the feeling of being on a thief ship.

——Engaging in art is not the same as breaking shoes, generally "first" engaging in art -

If you want to run away on a thief ship, you can't run.

Cybertron can be regarded as a vulgar time, why did he travel to the other world? Could it be that he was beaten for 16 years and almost couldn't take care of himself? Could it be that he was made to turn his face around and be poked in the backbone? Yes, some perverts like to be a little bit more motherly, a little more beautiful, and even cross over to become a woman or something, and I have read a lot of articles about this kind of article before.

But although he is not a heavy muscle control, he has all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred for the figures of other men in his tribe!

Alas...... At this point in life, there is really no physical pursuit. No matter how you practice, you only have abdominal muscles, and your height is ...... Forget it, ignore him, it's so sad.

Now, I have the money, I have the confidence, I have a set of welfare housing in the third ring road, and I can be regarded as the number one in a large enterprise, can't I do some of the things I love to do?

"Well, give me the skirt here. Cybertron gestured to the top of her knee.

"Sleeves for me here. Cybertron gestured to Yu Fang's big arm.

"Give me the collar here...... Forget it, here it is. Originally, Cybertron pointed to his chest, but then he felt that it was not good to be so frustrated, so he could only point to his collarbone helplessly.

The tailor was an old man in his forties, squinting at Cybertron for a long time.

"Miss, do you have a grudge against this young lady?" The old man was stunned, then cocked his legs and said: "I am a regular tailor shop, if you want to buy this kind of clothes, please go out and turn left, the street goes all the way to the north, where is there a brothel ......?"

"That's where I came from. He grabbed it into his pocket, pulled out a handful of silver pennies and threw it over: "Also, I'm a man - I don't want to explain anymore!

rage max.

“...... Oh, you go on. The old tailor sat down like a good baby, and took out his pencil and notepad in a proper manner: "You just said that the skirt is here, right? the sleeves are here, and the collar is to the chest or to the collarbone?

Money can make a grinding ghost!

"Uh...... That, though, I said at the cost of my life...... But don't you mean it's shameless, okay?"

However, Yu Fang on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

Her slender blonde hair swayed as she shook her head back and forth, and she was visibly sweaty and looking at Cybertron as if she were looking at a monster...... Astound.

"You made me dress like this...... It's simply ...... Insult!"

Oh, the working people of the Middle Ages were too simple.

In fact, if you are really down-to-earth, then you should be dancing a square dance while humming "The vast end of the world is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the green mountains", and then conquered the civilization of another world plus his eighty-year-old mother-in-law. Since then, he has lived a life that disturbs the sleep quality of the residents of the other world, and is finally overthrown.

It's a pity that Cybertron still has a bit of an otherworldly plot, and it's even more a pity that his otherworldly plot was ruthlessly crushed and raped. But it doesn't matter, if you have the conditions, you have to go to the other world, and if you don't have the conditions to create the conditions, you have to go to the other world!

"Oh, this is the orthodox maid costume that has been circulated in our ancient books, and we love to wear it or not. "Cybertron is not polite, he is not a good person, how can something as simple as putting on clothes be like killing the other party?, but do you have to be seductive?" Well, I'll put it on for you—give me a word, or you'll be able to turn away. ”

"I ...... This one...... That one...... I ......" seems to have mustered up the courage to kill a pig, and I don't know if I have finished making up for what I will look like after wearing this "naked clothes": "I ...... Wear. ”

"Well, it's not a big deal. You just didn't happen when you were born, and everyone was naked thousands of years ago. Cybertron continued to say to the tailor, "Well, it's lace and silk, and it's fabric...... It's up to you to decide whether it's good or bad, white on the edges, and black for me everywhere else. Well...... That's basically it. The words of the headdress......"

Human beings are meant to have illusions.

"How long does it take to call it a day?" said Cybertron, pushing the tailor to the tailor and demanding a measurement.

The tailor looked at Yu Fang with some puzzlement and said, "About ten days...... What are you pushing her for?"

“...... Measure the size. "Cyber was surprised.

"Don't I know her height?" the tailor was even more surprised: "What other measurements?"

It turns out that the size of clothes in the other world is basically wide and loose, and there are few extremely fitted ones, and there will be no size difference in this kind of small store. In the end, I learned to sell some bust sizes and so on, and tried to make the clothes as suitable as possible.

In the tailor's eyes of "slut is hypocritical" and "why is the amount of clothes so accurate", Cybertron took his monster mother who dedicated herself to art to do a good job of art.