Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 514 Mo Mei's "Brother"

"Rest well tonight. Tomorrow, I will find a way to help you get rid of that eel... fickle woman."

Ye Lin patted his forehead. Whether he can deprive Miraz of the Shirok in his soul depends on Mr. Luo's will. Those who have mastered thousands of weapons, its powerful spiritual power, can turn anyone into an octopus.

"If, you can succeed..."

Miraz, who lowered his head and was not in a good mood, suddenly had some hopeful anticipation on his face that had been gloomy.

"Then I will find a way to tie Sauron here. By the way, did you have dinner tonight? What about the three dogs you raise in the hotel?"

"Toby raised it for me, don't worry."

Nodding his head and comforting him a little, Yelin brought back a plate of hot octopus balls from the outside, carefully prepared by Chef Hiate, soft and slightly crispy, delicious.

"Do you want to eat apostles? It's cooked, sprinkled with salt, do you want some chili powder?"

Miraz: ...

Among the seven prophets of the Violent Hunting Group, Sauron is a moderate on the surface, but he hides a heart that hates the apostles extremely.

Although Miraz and the other five prophets are also moderates who protect the apostles, her personal focus is basically on Celia.

The gentle and dexterous elf is more worthy of her protection than other ugly apostles.

Among the seven prophets, the other person who is most likely to appear in Hutton Mar is Louis who once lived in the slums, that is, the first poison king.

"Paris, Louis recently, has she been looking for you?"

Yelin asked Princess Shuigou who was eating in the front courtyard.

"Louis? No, life in the slums is difficult. She may go to other cities to seek a living. Her ability to mix poison can make a fortune selling rat poison."

While chewing on the octopus sucker that was baked on the iron plate, Paris' tone was vague, and she quickly picked up a glass of cold drink for herself, but sighed silently.

The environment in the slums is still too difficult.

Even Queen Skadi is deeply anxious about how the Hutton Mar slums will change in the future, which is as difficult as holding a hedgehog.

The people who grew up there have experienced a cruel living environment since childhood, and their personalities are more or less different from ordinary people, and they seem out of place.

Theft, robbery, and deceit, the people there are used to this, and the various forces are also entangled with each other, fighting constantly, and even a trash can has its own owner.

Before Paris unified the slums, the Principality was very helpless to this place. There were robberies and thefts, and the soldiers of the Principality would go to arrest them. The number of crimes increased, and even the poor with some duties were affected. The contradiction intensified.

The slums at that time were really in a situation similar to the "Lawless Zone", and Hutton Marr was equivalent to a shrunken version of Heaven.

It wasn't until Paris unified the slums with strong means that the bad situation improved slightly. Although the vicious incidents still couldn't be eliminated, at least some people inside would be hired if they went out to work sincerely.

But if you want to completely eradicate the bad habits of slums, you have to consider a series of housing arrangements, residents work, and because they belong to a special group, you have to send many people to look after them.

Paris herself is naturally capable of leaving the slums, but she still can't let go of her group of street fighters who follow her and are barely disciplined, so she just stays there.

Fragrant ~

Paris rubbed her belly, took another sesame cake, put some shredded pork in sauce, walked crookedly, waved her hands slowly, and used the words of constantly belching to express that she was going home to sleep first, thank you for your dinner , but promises by body will not work, my wife is poisonous.

She had grown up in the rough conditions of the slums, and unless the slums disappeared for good, she would always belong there, forever.

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The bright moon rises high, there are only a few dim stars in the sky, and the lively dinner party will eventually come to an extinguished curtain.

The little rich woman Seria, one of her few labor jobs is counting money, walking on the way to work, and recently complained that she gained a catty of meat and wanted to lose weight, but the little mouth she ate just now was full of oil.

The courtyard was breezy, and Bino was working on an iron stove, cleaning up the ashes and remaining materials inside.

"Pinoxiu, are there any octopus balls left?" Ye Lin went to help clean up and asked.

"Yes, there is still a hot pot that no one eats, and sisters Mailu are also fed. This is really rare, do you want to eat?"

Pinocchio skillfully put the small balls into a paper box, thinking that he was not full, handed him a box, and also gave him a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"I'm full myself. I want to send some to the heavens for the little girl and Feiyan."

Although the stomach is almost full, but the aroma is lingering, Ye Lin couldn't help pinching one, and praised: "The ingredients are prepared very well, and the meatballs are really delicious."

"You are delicious, pervert! Damn lolicon!"

Wanzi, who happened to pass by, touched his chubby belly and kicked his calf with his little black leather boots, his little face was full of contempt.

Kanina nodded again and again. She held the orange cat in her arms, and Lukexi was lying on the orange cat's soft fur neck. Both of them fell asleep, purring with different tones.

Uh……

Watching Wanzi leave in high spirits, Yelin rubbed his nose in embarrassment, but Pinoxiu suddenly chuckled and couldn't help laughing.

"This flat bear girl, who is interested, forget it, let's clean up together first."

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I sent two boxes of still hot octopus balls to the palace, because the duty of the Queen's Courtyard is to serve Alizee, so Feiyan and Raphael are also easy to find, but Alizee has already fallen asleep.

At first Raphael didn't care what delicious octopus balls were, but after tasting the delicacy that belonged to the apostles, his eyes glowed green.

Wiping her rosy mouth, Feiyan pushed the last few leftovers in the box to Raphael:
"I heard that Lindsay found Hai Lan's personal design drawings in the Coast Guard's computer, and suspected that it was Herman's inheritance."

She ate very elegantly, her red lips were pursed, and then only her cheeks moved slightly, but Rafael was bold and bold, and she tasted like a big man on the street.

"Well, after all, no matter how talented Hai Lan is, when manufacturing weapons, it is difficult to assign the specifications of each part in her mind."

In this regard, Ye Lin is not surprised, Hai Lan is a human being after all, not a god.

However, the top-secret design drawings kept by Hailan can further improve the equipment level of the Celestial Army, especially the prototype armor of the Stormtrooper.

After delivering the food, Ye Lin slapped his head again when he was about to leave, remembering to ask: How is An Tuen? "

"It's the same as before, sleeping there and not moving. It's because you need a lot of magic brake stones. Many mercenaries who are short of money have also applied to move the stones. The speed of cleaning up the monsters is faster. It's an accident."

Although the apostles brought terrible disasters, they also brought many opportunities for changes in the heavens, which made Feiyan feel a little dumbfounded.

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Mo Mei, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, pinched her waist tentatively, feeling that she hadn't had much physical activity recently, and she was about to grow a little more flesh.

"I just weighed myself, and I seem to have lost six taels of weight. It should be for dinner tonight."

He took off a hairpin inserted obliquely on the bun's head, and combed the ends of the dark chestnut hair with a small comb. The slim black cheongsam with dark patterns wrapped around a curvaceous figure.

He lowered his head and combed his twin ponytails, as if he was a little distracted, until his soft waist was gently embraced by a pair of arms, and the comb trembled in his hand.

"Are you in a daze? Didn't you have enough tonight?"

"No, I'm thinking about the matter of the emperor, or in other words, thinking about Qi, what is it?"

After Mo Mei turned around, she took the initiative to peck him, and leaned on his shoulder to enjoy a moment of peace, her small face was delicate and stable.

The bright moon outside the window is bright and cool, but the moon probably doesn't know the answer.

What is Nianqi?
Mo Mei finally let go of the idea of ​​stubborn breakthrough, probably need a little chance, her big eyes are watery with a hint of charm because of Ye Lin's dishonest actions.

Suddenly her eyes turned, and she seemed to muster up a lot of courage to lean her head close to Yelin's ear, exhale like blue, and murmured: "Brother~Brother!"

When he was fighting with Zhengyi, he threw cloth every time, and Zhengyi punched every time. Ye Lin, who had won hundreds of rounds, suddenly shivered all over his body, with a mysterious tingling feeling, and his soul was trembling.

"This, that ghost elf Tana taught you?"

Yelin's voice is a little hoarse, similar to cosplay, only Hiat has worn special costumes a few times, Tana has been a teacher, and Doris yells at his brother.

"No, it was in the heaven a long time ago. I saw that you were so happy when Alizee called her brother, so..."

Mo Mei, whose two index fingers were pointing at each other in front of her, her ponytails dangling, raised her head shyly, blinked her big eyes, looking pitiful.

She scraped the bridge of her clean nose, held the pair of ponytails she had just combed with both hands, and nodded heavily, expressing her affirmation of this behavior.

……

"Boss, my knees and arms are numb."

Momei bit her lower lip lightly with her small teeth, and there was a little helplessness in her clear eyes.

"There are cooling props in the room, the temperature is very low..."

"So boss, what do you mean?"

"Pull cool."

"Pooh!"

Immediately spat a little, of course she knew what this man was thinking, the room was very cold, but justice was warm.

"Be careful, I don't want to wash my face."

　If it is too late, either it takes too long to look through the information, or there is a traffic jam.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)