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Chapter 1337 No.243: Thank you, Little Omer

"Hmm... I didn't disturb or interfere with anything, did I?"

Looking at the long-haired little boy sitting next to him, his hand holding the gourd became a little stiff, as if he was struggling on the edge of ethics and law.

Should this wine cup be taken out or not?

The continuous rain, the towering buildings in the clouds, the pale moon that was big enough to illuminate everything, and the occasional stars that could be seen in the vast darkness, together created this strange and counterintuitive scene.

The stars are living things.

Behind the full moon, an endless chain of light extends out, always connecting to the silent existence in the depths of the darkness.

This is the essence of the scenery that is not difficult to see for both of them, and it is the depth of Omer's dream.

In reality, as time goes by, Omer Linton, whose height has successfully exceeded 19 meters, looks very close to his original -year-old appearance. It seems that this proves that the source energy perception potion he drank yesterday is complementing the soul-body balance potion after a certain increase and decrease.

Of course, it is not as Omar lamented and talked nonsense, that the side effect of hair growth is to let the hair take away nutrients from the brain. In fact, it is to strengthen and direct the energy absorbed from the outside to the head.

After all, it is used to enhance source energy perception and is a spiritual potion.

After Omar took the soul-flesh balance potion on the second day and his body became younger, this external energy, although still clinging to the limit of his hair, was also being dragged and divided by the body's recovery instinct, which in disguise accelerated the demon's recovery speed.

But these are all based on reality.

In the dream, where the recovery speed was not as immediate as in reality, but was just being dragged to recover slowly, Omer Linton was still the same as the original child.

The little guy who was shorter than Akane and had to compete hard with Chairman Akikawa, only had long black hair and a narrow and slightly curled white moon, like a horse girl's shooting star, making him look like an earless brother or sister standing next to the tea table.

Even though he was a few years older, the result of his appearance at the Jiemen District Government meeting made many members look between him and Zhou Ri Ningjing.

It's hard not to feel that there is some kind of kinship between the two.

But to be honest, this is all based on the premise that many people are face-blind to people from other regions, or even to people on Earth.

Not to mention the girls who spend every day together, a certain woman named Chuang could recognize the difference between Zhou Ri Ning Jing and Omar's cosplay at a glance. An old man from the Kazdel Military Committee even said that Omar reminded him of an old friend. Compared with the hairstyle and hair color, the obvious difference in facial shape was the proof that they could tell at a glance.

In response to this, the Manchester City tea lady who did not want to reveal her name silently gave a thumbs up.

But regardless of the little girl who had some strange ideas for the trainer, the drunkard at the moment had no idea of ​​who this child looked like.

She only thought she saw the young man Homais smiling at her:
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Really, these words seem to have a voice!

Persuading children to drink is the biggest challenge we have faced in recent years. The first thing to be shaken is the moral level.

But if she wasn't urged to drink, she wouldn't know where to start saying those words which seemed a bit embarrassing.

She knew very well that all she wanted was an atmosphere.

It doesn't matter whether someone is drunk or not. What matters is that you can get drunk safely with alcohol, and you can't get into that state just because you see the other person, as if you were poisoned.

But then again, when the other party showed up for the appointment with such a childish look, Ling did wonder if he was really drunk.

"No, it's just the right time."

In response to the initial hesitation, the child, who seemed more casual and free-spirited than the adults, raised his hand, and the wine gourd that had just been put down a little flew into his hand.

He condensed ice into a cup and used it to hold the wine. His control over this dream was exactly what a dream master should do, even more straightforward and concise than what Omar had seen in his previous dreams.

It was a very unique state, more flawless than the fragments shown in her dream, and more like her second brother, which made her a little more sober.

but……

"It's not good for underage people to drink, right?" When the boy raised his glass, Ling reached out to cover it, thinking that some things should still be insisted on.

Especially when every action could affect the subconscious dream. "Its taste is very clear in my memory..." The boy looked at her and lowered his wrist, subconsciously making a preparatory move to sprinkle, but then paused.

"But if you insist."

He handed over the ice cup: "Nice to meet you."

"..."

These words seemed somewhat incoherent here, and even Ling was stunned.

But when she took the cup and touched the icy surface with her fingertips, she understood the premise of these words, and then she realized more deeply that there were indeed differences between the other person and the Omar she knew.

He distinguished himself from his usual self and commented on my insistence on not letting him drink as if they were meeting for the first time. The child in front of him really seemed like a child independent of Omar.

But if that's the case, wouldn't I...

“No one was wrongly chosen, and no determination was wasted.”

With his hands on the wooden chair, looking up at the endless monster's eyes outside the pavilion, little Omar denied the idea in her mind, making her pick up the wine and drink it all, casting a complicated look at him.

"Tonight, no, maybe it doesn't have to be that late. With the rest effect brought by this dream, maybe in the evening, the Omer Linton you know will contact you, because he can 'see' the present and 'see' your determination."

There is no sense of substitution, nor the responsibilities and heavy obligations that come with substitution. Little Omer's understanding of these children's affairs is limited to the strange feeling under the synchronization of chip memory and the brief connection after the profiling of his youthful self.

Indeed, that would be a perfect way to recreate the 19-year-old Omer Linton, and it could be used not only in planning and choreography, but also at this moment when the order was issued.

But little Omar still didn't do that, because that would be the stupidest choice.

Not out of ethical or self-centered considerations, but simply because the 19-year-old Omer Linton simply couldn't handle such a thing on the spot.

At this time when it is inconvenient to contact my two girlfriends, the grand plan that has just been set begins, and before the start of two important games -

If you drag Omar out, he will just say something like "give me some time" as if he were being punished. It's a reasonable answer, but it's bullshit in terms of morals.

It's a waste of time, a waste of the other person's kindness, and while you're worrying about it, it's also hindering your mentality for future actions.

He knows himself too well.

Such a mother-in-law did not make him feel unlucky. After all, he could correctly view the more perspectives and opportunities for observation brought about by the change in his heart.

This is like a sacrifice. What price you pay is what you get in return. In this transaction that concerns the soul, little Omer's conclusion is that it is worth it.

Since it is worth it, there is no need to complain. Looking over the past six months with an eye of misunderstanding but respect, little Omer finally focused on the present, easily clicked on Ling's message, and then he met Ling in his dream at this moment.

This should have been a familiar scene that was difficult to confirm the exact number of times in memory, but for little Omer, it was full of novelty, including watching the demon Zero who was sleeping along with his usual concepts.

In the era that truly belonged to little Omar, it did not have such a clear outline, nor such a complete form, and it did not even have this vivid self that could be felt as long as one calmed down and took the time.

That should still be just a part of the child's heart, which has not yet been cut apart more and more with future troubles and oppression, until it becomes an individual that is not independent but is ready to move.

But at this moment, the past and the present coexist in a dislocated way.

He looked at the part of himself that belonged to his future, the half of his body that had grown up due to the wrong indulgence but had braked in time so that it was not too crooked.

I deeply feel that the future cannot be neglected.

Although Omer Linton has taken a valuable future route as an individual, there is still room for improvement, both now and in the future.

To do this, he had to come up with a plan for himself at that time that could only be completed at the moment.

The first step of the plan is naturally to use the interference at this moment to eliminate the trouble that will come in the next few days.