The night wind howled, and it couldn't blow three feet in front of you.

Su Mo stood on the empty thirty-sixth-story rooftop, and the bright moon in the sky was reflected in his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, and then he stretched out his hand.

A group of spirits and monsters appeared from the rooftop.

Colorful balls fell into his hands.

Look at these crystal clear but weightless balls.

He squeezed his right hand lightly and put it directly into his pocket.

Then he looked at the God of Wealth tumbler hanging on the edge of the rooftop.

The body is about the same height as Xiaomeng, and the appearance is still festive red.

The shape looks cute and cute, and the beards on both sides are curled.

I was able to find those monsters tonight, thanks to the tumbler in front of me.

If it weren't for the imminent moment of noticing the spiritual imprint planted on it.

It may not be possible to find strange traces after flying back and forth in the sky for dozens of times.

Later, he used those strange monsters as moving targets to roughly test the power of the green armor blade.

Although the Qingjia blade is only a broken magic weapon fragment, it is relatively friendly to spiritual power and can carry more power.

From the perspective of actual combat effect, dealing with monsters at the level of the red-clothed level is completely one-sided slaughter.

The defense that the opponent could build could not have the slightest resistance in front of the blade-like edge of the green armor.

Even if he only uses one percent of his mental power, it is enough to kill through the battlefield thousands of kilometers away and calmly harvest all the enemies.

The appearance of the Green Armor Blade greatly compensated for his lack of flexibility when attacking from a distance.

In the past, if you encountered an enemy who was far away, although you could directly kill it with the Cloud Breaking Fist, all the occlusions in the middle would definitely be pierced.

But now with the green armor blade, it's different, through the manipulation of mental power, it can even slice flowers on the enemy's body from a distance of kilometers, without harming the surrounding environment at all, and the refinement of the attack is greatly improved.

Of course, the Blade has its limitations.

Because the mental power carried is quite limited, the strength of the long-range attack is estimated to be at the 7th level.

And the farther the distance, the worse the accuracy of the maneuvering.

The current test limit is 1,200 meters.

Attacks beyond this distance will be rapidly weakened.

However, this is also a small problem for Su Mo.

It's a big deal to fly over it.

Can people still escape?

Su Mo withdrew the green armor blade.

Looking at the God of Wealth tumbler hanging outside the rooftop, trembling and almost crying.

He didn't show any pity or gratitude.

Admittedly, the other party did help him discover the strange car.

But this is not the credit of the other party's initiative to report.

Instead, he sent the invitation to the dwarf.

If the dwarf follows the instructions of the invitation to come to the scene.

If we fight with the Civil Security Bureau again tonight, no one can say the final result.

It is likely that the five of them were directly killed by the Civil Security Bureau.

He didn't believe that the official violent organization didn't even have the power to suppress the shadows.

Not to mention that the dwarfs haven't reached the Shadow level yet.

"I need a reason."

Su Mo spoke calmly, and his voice was colder than the night wind.

The God of Wealth tumbler hung on the edge of the rooftop, trembling and trembling.

He always felt that he was going to fall at any moment and fall to pieces.

But when he heard Su Mo's voice at this moment, his heart was filled with fear that was stronger than falling from the building.

Looking at Su Mo not far away, the God of Wealth tumbler snorted and complained with tears:

"My lord, it's not that I want to summon those weirdos, I also obey other people's orders, I have to summon, they control my life, they want to coerce me to do this, I don't want to die, I can only be obedient, I can't help it!"

Thinking of the grievances, the God of Wealth tumbler couldn't help but cry bitterly.

It's too hard.

He's so hard.

Why is it so hard to nest quietly in a small place?

Su Mo frowned slightly.

Under the spiritual imprint, the mood swings of the God of Wealth Tumbler are not the slightest false.

He asked:

"Who's the other party?"

"They are Lord Mother Lane, Lord Dream Girl, Lord Eight-Armed and Lord Puppet, except for Lord Dream Girl, who may still be at the level of red clothes, the other three are all at the level of black shadows, I am just a small yellow page level, what can I do?"

When Su Mo heard this, his eyes lit up suddenly.

Three Shadow Levels plus one may become a Shadow Tier redcoat tier.

How many points should there be on this horse?!

How much time should I save him on running takeaways?!

He hurriedly asked:

"Do you know where they live?"

The God of Wealth Tumbler shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"I'm a migrant worker who was captured, and I've been in contact with the puppet master from beginning to end, and I don't know if it's his own deity, after all, the puppet master is the best at controlling puppets."

Su Mo's brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

"And if something happens to you, like now, how are you going to contact them?"

"VoIP phone."

The God of Wealth Tumbler replied very calmly.

Su Mo was speechless.

It seems that all kinds of scientific and technological items invented by human beings are not only convenient for themselves.

Originally, he also planned to find the other party's lair along the tumbler's side and serve it directly.

Now it doesn't seem to be working.

After thinking about it, he asked without giving up:

"Can you let them go to a designated place or meet them directly?"

"It's unlikely."

The God of Wealth Tumbler replied honestly:

"They're all very cautious and they shouldn't show up under normal circumstances.

If the Weird Alliance is really established, it may still come out.

But ......"

When Su Mo heard this, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

If memory serves, the two inaugural meetings of the alliance were served by him.

I don't know if the other party has any plans to continue to establish.

Su Mo pondered for a moment and admonished:

"That's it, I'll give you the contact information, and you will continue to mix with them in the future, and if you have the opportunity to meet them, or if you encounter any crisis, contact me immediately."

When the God of Wealth Tumbler heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, and nodded busily.

And after exchanging contact information, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly said:

"By the way, Master Su, I have received some information from the Iron Dared Baman in the past two days.

Listening to him boast, the puppet gang of thieves had just recruited a dark shadow-level powerhouse named Gourmet.

It is said that the gourmand was especially fond of food, and since he came out of a foreign land, he has to go to the shop outside for every meal.

If the food in the restaurant is to his liking, it will be fine, and if it is not the right appetite, the chef will eat it directly.

And he seems to have fallen in love with a shop called Yangbin Steamed Dumplings recently, and he often goes there in the evening to order a few baskets of crystal steamed dumplings and anchovy shrimp steamed dumplings for dinner. ”

When Su Mo heard this information at first glance, he only felt incredible.

This is not just because the Yang Bin steamed dumplings are well-known in Qinghu City.

It's also because the store is located near their neighborhood.

The straight-line distance is less than five hundred meters.

At the thought of such a close distance, there was a Dark Shadow level jumping there.

A black line appeared on Su Mo's head.

But now that he knows.

Then today may be the last day of the other person's life.

Considering that Yang Bin's steamed dumplings opened at five o'clock in the afternoon, he may have less than thirteen hours left in his life.

As soon as he thought of this, Su Mo looked at the God of Wealth tumbler and praised:

"Good job, if you hear similar information in the future, remember to let me know in time."

"The subordinates must work hard to listen to the information and live up to Master Su's trust."

Su Mo bowed slightly.

After discussing the countermeasures for the puppet's inquiry, Su Mo did not delay any longer and immediately set off home.

From stepping into the Dream Valley Amusement Park to subduing the God of Wealth tumbler, it seems that he has been busy with a lot of things, but in fact, less than four hours have passed.

I have experienced several battles along the way, and there is no injury or exhaustion.

But mentally I'm a little tired.

I reviewed the film with the Huang Shi for a night, and when I saw the number posted in the group, I even wanted to laugh a little.

Floating in front of the master bedroom on the second floor of his house, Su Mo condensed a vacuum, hooked the window bolt inside with his mental power, opened it silently, and then jumped in, landing lightly on the familiar recliner.

Exhaling slightly, he used his mental power to pick up a milk cup - not the one that Xiaomeng took a bath - dug two spoonfuls of whole milk powder into the cup, poured some water, manipulated the air to roll up a small wind whirl, and then used Chiyang Gong to heat it slightly, and a cup of hot milk was soaked.

Su Mo took two sips.

The warm milk entered the belly, and the stomach was warm, and suddenly I felt that the fatigue of the night was dissipated like a cloud.

Considering that it is now past four o'clock in the morning, and it is Monday again, the mobile game should refresh the weekly routine and daily life, he hurriedly clicked on several groups that are often mixed, and hit it one by one:

Can you bear to go to bed so early? Why don't you get up and play the game?

Closing the group chat, he immediately got to work.

It took a full hour to clear the tasks of the three mobile games.

When I opened the game group again, I saw a guy with an ID puppet master inviting a battle.

It's rare for someone to go online so early, Su Mo simply said hello, added friends with the other party, and teamed up to find someone PVP.

Time passed quietly.

When Su Mo came back to his senses, he had already heard the sound of Xiaomeng spitting water on the side of the sink.

"The technique is very good, and I will group it again when I have time."

"The same goes for you."

Turning off the phone, Su Mo got up and stretched, and opened the door directly.

I saw that the hand girl was braiding Xiaomeng in front of the sink.

Take a closer look, she even changed into a new dress, pink and tender, cute and lovely.

When he took the baby home, he ordered a bunch of baby clothes for her online.

Don't look at just an eight-point baby—one-eighth of a normal person's height—but her clothes aren't cheap at all.

The cheap ones are three or five hundred, the more expensive ones are one or two thousand, and the co-branded ones can even reach eight or nine thousand.

In fact, this price is normal, because you have to go to the price to buy clothes to be cheap, but BJD's circle is too small, and many clothes are handmade, and the price will come up after coming and going.

At the beginning, he was shy in his pocket, so he bought a dozen pieces of two or three thousand.

She wasn't very happy to change her, and it was troublesome.

As a result, I changed into new clothes upside down today, and even changed my hairstyle.

"Is there anything good today?"

Su Mo leaned against the door and asked.

The handmaiden replied with a smile:

"Their class is going to teach dancing, and this girl wants to dress up pretty."

Xiaomeng held his head high and replied in a snort:

"I'll have class later, I'll have to blind them!"

Su Mo suddenly had a black line in his head:

"Who did you learn this from?"

"My little brother."

"Which little brother?"

"Jack-of-all-trades!"

Su Mo couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly.

Jack-of-all-trades is the name of the eldest of the seven dwarfs.

It is also the name they use to enroll in classes.

This kid dares to take my daughter?

Su Mo inexplicably felt that his fists were hard.

Turning to look at the handmaiden, he took out his mobile phone, opened the photo taken of the five dwarfs, and asked:

"Do you know these little ones?"

The handmaiden glanced at the photo on her phone, as if she was a little confused:

"I don't know, what's wrong?"

"Do you want to take a closer look?"

The handmaiden looked at it carefully a few more times, and still shook her head:

"I can't remember, could it be that I knew each other before?"

Facing her searching gaze, Su Mo shook his head and said:

"These little guys are the little brothers of Xiaomeng, I thought you could recognize them, it seems that their disguise is good."

When the handmaiden heard this, she was immediately surprised.

She inquired with interest.

Su Mo skipped the memory of the dwarf and explained to her what happened in Dream Valley.

In fact, he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so.

He has always felt that he has a gentle personality, is courteous, and is diligent and thrifty.

Except for occasionally having a little tantrum when she provokes her, but it's not so bad as to be unreasonable and completely coaxed.

In Su Mo's opinion, the hand girl has almost no shortcomings, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a good wife and mother.

Therefore, in the process of getting along with each other, he became more and more cautious, unwilling to destroy the relationship.

If possible, he hopes that this life will continue forever.

But Su Mo also knew that there was actually a thunder buried behind this.

That's the memory she lost.

Judging from the information provided by the dwarf, the handmaiden took the risk of doing something half a year ago, so that her memory was tragically lost and her strength was greatly weakened.

Although retrieving this memory may help to understand what she actually did, who the enemy was, and even further clarify the cause of her death.

But after all, there are memories of the past involved.

No one knows exactly how long that memory lasted.

Maybe it's a year, maybe it's a decade, maybe it's longer.

In comparison, what is the relationship between just three months?

It's entirely possible that memories of the past overwrite them and make them irrelevant.

And the most important thing is that no one can be sure that the character of the hand girl before is the same as it is now.

Maybe when she regains her memories and her personality changes drastically, she won't be the person he wants to see every day when he comes home.

So when dealing with this matter, Su Mo was unprecedentedly cautious.

He would rather pretend that he didn't find a clue than destroy such a warm routine today.

At the moment, the girl is not very obsessed with finding memories of the past.

Let's keep it like this for now.

After a few years, the feelings have accumulated deep enough, and it is not too late to retrieve that memory.

Moreover, even if you want to retrieve your memories now, you have to have clues.

What is the dwarf's little bit of broken impression for?

Su Mo suddenly became at ease, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed, and he ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

As soon as I finished here, I heard two calls from downstairs:

"Xiaomo, it's time to eat."

"Brother Su Mo, it's time to eat! I'll eat you all if you don't come back! ”

Listening to the milky threat, Su Mo couldn't help but laugh.

He ran downstairs in good spirits, and saw both of them sitting at the table.

Throw a dozen or so small round balls that I got with me last night to the girl in hand.

Su Mo looked at the little dream that was gnawing on the oil of the volcanic intestines, and said speechlessly:

"At your speed, you may not be able to finish my meal until next year."

Xiao Meng wrinkled her nose and hummed:

"I'm eating fast!"

Su Mo scooped up three volcanic intestines, and his face was full of banter:

"Come to Bibi? The loser has to help the other person fold the clothes. ”

Xiaomeng looked at the volcanic intestines left in his hand, and then looked at the three volcanic intestines in the other party's hand, and felt that he had the chance to win, and waved his hand confidently:

"Compare to compare!"

"Alright, get ready, let's go!"

Hearing Su Mo's order, Xiao Meng snorted and bit the remaining volcanic intestines.

She finally bit half of it, and as soon as she raised her eyes, she saw Su Mo's three sticks together, stuffed them into her mouth, and they were gone.

Xiaomeng sat down on the table in shock.

She looked at Su Mo's empty right hand, and then at the volcanic intestine in her hand.

Immediately, the grievances that came from nowhere rose from the bottom of my heart like a tide, and quickly surged.

Before she was about to cry out, the handmaiden looked at Su Mo and said angrily:

"Alright, people will have to learn to dance soon."

Su Mo picked up three volcanic intestines from the table like lightning, and said to Xiaomeng like a trick:

"Lie to you, I haven't eaten it just now!"

The tears that the little dream was about to gush out immediately stopped.

Seeing Su Mo eating slowly, she immediately stuffed the remaining volcanic intestines into her mouth with a few snorts as if she had heard a starting pistol, and said vaguely with a bulging little face:

"Hmm...... Warbler! ”

"Okay, okay, you win, eat slowly."

Su Mo replied with a smile.

The handmaiden, who had already changed her clothes, earnestly advised:

"Take care of Xiaomeng, I'm going to go out and buy something."

Su Mo waved his hand, signaling that he understood.

The hand-girl "clanged" and twisted the door lock to go out.

Although she was very tightly wrapped all over her body, and even wore two pairs of gloves, under the effect of the blinding method, outsiders would only see an ordinary woman with a plain figure and not very outstanding appearance.

After entering a nearby supermarket, I purchased a lot of ingredients and condiments such as light soy sauce and oyster sauce.

The handmaiden carried three large bags full of them and walked straight back.

Passing by an unattended steamed bun shop nearby, she faintly heard the sound of rough smoking coming from inside through the foggy white air.

Walking in, as if through a transparent film, I saw a middle-aged man standing up from a pile of clothes.

Under the clothes, you can vaguely see a human skin that seems to have been sucked dry, and it is gradually turning into pus.

Thinking of the hospitable manager of the steamed bun shop, a touch of coldness appeared in the eyes of the handmaiden, and she looked at the middle-aged man not far away, and asked:

"Why?"

"The reason is simple."

The middle-aged man picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth slowly:

"He sold me black pork stuffed buns, three yuan a piece, but it was not all black pork, but mixed with ordinary pork, it was okay to fool those ordinary people, but if you want to fool me gourmets, there is no door!"

"Even if that's the case, as for killing him?"

"In the human world, if you make a mistake, you will be punished, and I just gave him the punishment he deserved."

Speaking of this, the gourmand looked at the hand girl with a look of disgust and hostility:

"And, as a monster, you actually speak for humans, don't you know where you are?"

"No, I'm just speaking for justice."

"Justice? Hahaha! ”

The gourmand burst out laughing:

"Let me tell you a truth today, the so-called justice is never better than power! Whoever has the bigger fist will be fair! ”

As the words fell, he suddenly rushed towards the handmaiden, carrying an incomparable strong and mighty, and his strength at the level of a black shadow was vividly displayed.

And then...... was choked by the neck with a hand.

The gourmet's face was full of shock.

The handmaiden sighed and said helplessly:

"So, my words are justice."

"Nope! No way! You're a photographer—"

Before the words fell, the hand girl gently shook her right hand, and the gourmand suddenly shattered, and then was swallowed up by the rolling black mist.

After devouring it, it seemed that a certain critical point had been reached, and a vague picture in the hand girl's mind flashed away.

Seeing the white figure faintly similar to herself in the picture, she couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

(End of chapter)