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Chapter 1421 No. 40 The So-called Responsibility (Part )
Although Omer Linton could not always indulge in what Alisuko insisted on, he often compromised.

But compromise is also an art. At this time, the magician who can show some business talent like Mephilas can always find some unique compromise points to maximize profits.

He made a "sacrifice" that seemed not that big in his eyes, in exchange for great sympathy from others, as if he had indeed suffered a great injustice - does it look familiar to you?
If this skill is applied in daily life, it is pure tea art.

It was also the first knowledge that Zhen Jiling learned from Omer Linton, and its results can often be seen in account operations.

Of course, it is still three o'clock in the afternoon, a time when junior high school students are all attending classes obediently.

Even though she could easily win the teacher's favor, Zhen Jiling did not have the shortsightedness to exploit that charm wantonly.

Her absence here does not mean that the smell of tea will disappear.

"Oh my, you are so tiny and weak, Lord Rainbow Serpent God. What kind of accident did you encounter to become like this? Are you cold? Do you want to warm up in my arms?"

When you say it, you are already taking action.

During the so-called patrol work, the mysterious seventh person of Linton Office (by the way, the sixth person is Justice and the fifth person is the monster user Ma Zhongpeng), Miss Holhaiya, who was wearing the coat with an exoskeleton and medicine pipes, completely ignored the struggle of the little dragon and grabbed it, holding and pressing it with both hands, and placed it on the slope of her chest, with a look of concern on her face.

A slight downward pressure, a mouthful of warm breath, a sweet and seductive low voice, and a series of targeted moves almost made the little dragon lose itself in its already developed senses.

After finally rejecting the horse racing girl's cuffs that didn't allow for fresh air even though the inner shirt was sweat-absorbing after running three laps of the track, I still faced a difficult challenge to my current sensory system.

A researcher who does not abide by academic ethics, a mercenary who violates the agreement with his employer, a spy with no stance at all, and an intelligence expert.

In a subtle sense, it is a higher-end version of Quetzalcoatl of Airi Tachuko. It came alone after getting information from somewhere, and its whole body exudes pheromones that are enough to make the little dragon snake coiled on the terminal shudder.

Well, that won’t work. It hasn’t arrived yet. No, that’s not right. Has it arrived?
March to October, it’s right at the beginning, but, but that’s not the problem!

Although you, the outsiders Terrans, are also suspected to have evolved from animals, after so many generations you should have gotten rid of those animal habits that are detrimental to the development of your tribe!

No, that's not the point...

Brake!

To fight against the instincts of this animal body in a dizzy state was an amazing challenge that Omer had never experienced before.

For the first time, shame drove Xiao Jiao's consciousness so much that he had no time to care whether this was the kindergarten's car.

All I know is that these are indeed young children.

"Oh, poor, helpless little thing, don't you like it here? Do you want to come over my head? I will comfort you with my feathers and provide you with the necessary warmth."

It was unclear whether the feathered serpent did it unconsciously or intentionally, but it continued to open its mouth. Just as it was about to carefully use its palms to maintain the heat and send it to the top of its head, it was greeted by a loud shout from afar:

"That woman over there! Let go of someone else's trainer! "Bang!
“Oh! Damn!”

The flying kick that came along with the loud shout could be said to be ruthless.

It's hard to tell whether it was due to the influence of the special effects she learned in the screening room of the office, or she was simply imitating the demonstration of a certain golden ship in the school, but no matter which one it was, the horse girl's jumping ability and balance did allow for a high degree of reproduction. Airi Hayako's flying kick with her legs together landed a solid kick on the tall body covered with a heavy coat.

It was indeed shaken, but it was only shaken, because Holhaiya had the daily habit of surrounding his body with the power of air flow to reduce weight and protect himself.

Even though her equipment materials have received local support and have been extremely lightweight, the Quetzalcoatl spirit of staying vigilant and strong is still instilled in her and protecting her at this moment.

The air barrier greatly weakened the impact, causing her to stagger only with a scream.

However, the little dragon snake that flew out in the moment of imbalance made her green eyes finally stop widening calmly, until it fell into the cushion formed by another pair of palms, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, it was difficult for her to maintain her usual calm and gentle voice:

"Do you know how dangerous this is, Hayabusa-san?" She turned her head to look at the side of the jacket, which had shock-absorbing properties.

Against the background of thick silver-white fibers, the outline of a pair of shoe prints made of a little mud was so glaring that even the waiter who caught Omar's hand would look away in embarrassment.

But he didn't realize that he had just done something even more embarrassing.

——Just now, she caught the small trainer and hurriedly put it in the inner pocket of her windbreaker-style winning suit.

The area between the shirt and the hand was still warm, which was much more useful than her gloved hands... In that urgent situation, the black-haired girl acted with this subconscious thought, completely unaware of what this action meant to the latter.

Compared to the big guinea pig with sluggish thinking and the little Omer with regressed thinking in the past, the little dragon at this moment looks petite and fragile, but it is a rare opportunity for Omer to maintain his mental state completely.

For the complete self, the experience of being stuffed into the inner pocket of a windbreaker by a little girl was still too exciting.

Especially in the teahouse, she didn't care about the latter's struggle in her inner pocket, and was intent on grabbing the old-fashioned terminal on the bench. She let the windbreaker obey the laws of physics, tilting outwards when she bent slightly, and sticking back to the shirt when she stood up again... The tight texture and the hazy breath of heat brought a new round of challenges to the little dragon that had just poked its head out of the pocket!

I want to give up my sense of smell, my sense of taste, and I want to control my breathing with my will, just like I consciously control every breath...

Omer, who had neither the Holy Grail nor the Peace Star, was finally saved by Tea House - the nimble Tea House had found and picked up the backward terminal that Holhaiya had dropped, and put the dizzy Omer on it.

For a moment, just like a collector that had obtained a warm stone, the curled up little dragon snake returned to a safe place where it was no longer oppressed. Even the pheromone that could trigger this instinctive feedback of the form disappeared during the confrontation between the two.

It seemed as if it was just an illusion, just as the guess flashed through his mind in the confusion.

But the undeniable fact is that Suzuko brought Chazuo to rescue him.

(End of this chapter)