Chapter 207 I don't want to 21
Without the evil spirit Bob, Leona is living an early retirement life even more reclusive than He Xiaoman. She goes home after get off work and doesn't stay outside for a second.

Motley is immersed in the unique husky voice of an old artist every day and cannot extricate himself.

I don't know if it's because of the two consecutive encounters with my daughter. During this time, Norma seemed to be in a good mood, and she didn't bother He Xiaoman anymore.

The home was quiet again.

In the middle, she asked twice about the relationship between He Xiaoman and Mr. Haifeng, and asked Mr. Haifeng if he could help his family to be exempted from military service, or could he be sent out directly after serving?
He Xiaoman connected with what had happened in the plot, originally thought that this mother felt sorry for her son and daughter, and wanted He Xiaoman's help to get the family members out of the command center through the blast.

But when she raised her head, what she saw was a pair of greedy eyes that could hardly be suppressed, and the face that had begun to age was deliberately calm but uncontrollably overjoyed.

These are not a pair of loving eyes from a kind old mother, but a reckless gamble made by a gambler who bet heavily. There is madness and longing in the decision. There are all kinds of complicated emotions, but there is no warmth in it.

He Xiaoman replied indifferently: "Oh, you mean Haifeng, he just likes to listen to my stories, don't we listen to them every day? "The Fisherman and the Goldfish", "Mr. Dong Guo and the Wolf", "The Farmer and the Snake" ", "Hao Jian and the Old Lady"... I told him a story and he gave me ten points."

My God, such a well-known broken story is worth ten points!
Then if you don't earn him a thousand points if you talk about it this day?
Actually earn more and faster than slave labor!
No wonder even the name is called points.

Norma's eyes suddenly burst into a strange look, and she grabbed He Xiaoman's arm, and her voice trembled slightly due to the excitement: "Really...really? A story, ten...ten points?"

She can also talk, she has listened to more than 30 years, she knows more than Daisy and remembers better than Daisy...

He Xiaoman looked at Norma's eager expression, and wished he could take her to find that local tycoon, Biaofeng, to earn points.

"Of course it's true. We made an appointment. He will wait at the artificial lake every day after get off work. I will soon earn enough points to pay for one operation."

The initial joy receded from Norma's face a little bit.

She seemed to suddenly remember how stingy she was as a girl, she was reluctant to give her two boxes of canned food, and she expected that she would use points to buy herself a storytelling member, a soft and warm imitation blanket, and many things that she had coveted countless times but couldn't bear to part with. A good thing to exchange?
Rather than pinning hopes on this heartless white-eyed wolf, it is better to send her in and earn the points by yourself.

Big Machine likes to listen to stories, she has so many stories!
In an instant, the golden blast was split into many equally golden points and piled up in front of Norma's eyes to form a towering mountain.

I have many stories, do you have more credits?

Ten days have passed without incident like this, and in a blink of an eye it is the discount day again. Liva seems to have been listening to the off-duty bell with her ears pricked up, as if someone has pressed the timing start device on her body. He was the first to rush out of the workshop with the attitude of thundering, jingle, and jingle.

He Xiaoman still went to chat with Haifeng as usual.

The two of them have gotten used to their chatting mode, and He Xiaoman is basically chatting alone.

She is really telling stories to Haifeng, some ancient myths she knows, Nordic, North American, Central Europe, Central Africa, and of course various myths about flower growers.

"Just as the rod is in the hands of Moses, Moses is also in the hands of God." After He Xiaoman uttered this classic line, he continued: "They used to be two different races, the Semites were tired of endless wandering, They came to a beautiful and peaceful habitat, so they multiplied together with the local people and created a splendid ancient civilization.”

"It's a pity that they turned their backs on their former allies in times of crisis, and even became minions of foreign races to fight back against their allies."

Gale repeated He Xiaoman's words: "Just as the rod is in the hands of Moses, and Moses is also in the hands of God, but will God die? If God dies and Moses is surrounded by enemies, what will he do?"

He. Wenchaogong. Xiaoman's mind at this moment is that Maxim's nimble hands like flowers and willows are impassioned: Wait for the light, Deng Deng, wait for the light, wait for the light, wait for the light, Deng Deng, wait for the light...

He Xiaoman was taken aback by Haifeng's words, and after a while she said nonchalantly: "I don't know. I don't really believe in God. They say that virtue is god, and Tao is holy, and those who have both virtue and Tao I can be respected. I am just an ordinary person, I have no stick in my hand, and I am not under the control of God, and all I want is to live, be safe, and be successful."

"Little man, little dream, earning him [-] million first is because the boss ran out of Versailles because of his idleness. But if one day I am about to die, I don't mind being great when I am dying. After all, I will be famous in history." , even if you die, you can go to Lord Yan to play for a long time!"

"But it's not that you don't believe in gods. Hades is the god of the underworld?"

Night Breeze kept teasing He Xiaoman's long curly hair, and it smeared her face at every turn. She really wasn't the heroine in the legend, she didn't have seaweed-like sexy and silky long hair, so why did she have to make it difficult for herself to grow such long hair?
"I don't believe in God, but I fear death."

"I'm dying so I can be great? Hehe, hehehe..."

Haifeng is laughing, He Xiaoman doesn't know why he can feel that he is really laughing, but is this funny?

Or is this guy laughing too low?
"Your story is really good. It's a pity that I don't have the so-called points to pay you. I don't mind giving you a gift in the future, if you can survive."

The fog lights suddenly turned blood red, and in the twilight it seemed that blood was continuously oozing out of the grass, and then Gale suddenly disappeared in front of He Xiaoman.

Piu is bright, coming and going without a trace, what kind of space conversion device is really awesome, it is almost comparable to the segmental teleportation of his universe.

When I got home, dinner was already ready.

Recently, for some reason, Norma's mother, who used to be picky, suddenly became very generous, often buying some meat or shellfish for everyone to eat.

He Xiaoman took his own tableware and went to the public area to cook. Everyone always eats in their own rooms.

Norma just came out of the room, and she smiled at her rarely: "Today, in addition to sauced meat, there is mycelium soup, I added some fish maw in it, I didn't expect you to come back late, don't rush to eat, I will put The soup is warmed up for you so that it does not smell fishy."

He Xiaoman looked at the good-looking bowl of mycelium fish maw soup, and nodded gratefully: "Yes, thank you."

(End of this chapter)

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