My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"..."

After the voice fell, the room suddenly fell silent.

The man was silent for a while, and then forced a smile.

"Nancy, you know. I have a lot, but I also carry a lot. After one plus and one minus, I am just a poor and white person."

That smile is a little bitter.

"Although it's a bit shameless, but apart from those great principles... I have nothing else to give you."

"You owe me so much, you just want to pay it off?"

Nancy said calmly.However, in a place under the bed that Gong Ming didn't see, the fruit peeling knife had already penetrated deeply into the flesh.

"Stop talking about this." She shook her head, as if she wanted to get rid of some distracting thoughts, and changed the subject on her own initiative.

"What's the condition of your body now?"

"..."

The expression on Gong Ming's face gradually subsided, even together with the previous bitterness, that face returned to a deadpan state again, without even a little bit of emotion.

"I'll find someone to help me untie these ropes later. After I explain some things, I will leave by myself."

He said softly in a voice that was so calm that it made people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

"My current state is not suitable for appearing in places where people gather."

"Do you mean your previous appearance? I think your previous appearance needs more control from others."

The blue-haired woman said coldly.

"...It's different, Nancy." The man shook his head, thinking that Ken might still need facts to prove something.

So the next moment, the thing on his body that had bound that beast-like thing for three whole days began to twist, and the metal made a "squeak" sound and began to deform, and then broke inch by inch like paper.

He sat up from the bed, shaking the broken metal on his body like some debris.Looking at the stunned girl next to her, she shook her head again.

"This thing is different. I woke up, which means [He] also woke up. And the [He] who woke up is not something that can be comfortably lived with some metal bars."

"While I'm still conscious." He pretended to be relaxed and smiled. "I have to get away from you quickly."

"...Then I can't let you go."

However, to his surprise, Nancy shook her head firmly after being silent for a while.

"Why?" Gong Ming was stunned.

"Where do you want to go? Sahara? Siberia? But can you guarantee that there are no people in those places? If the damage you caused is really as big as you said? What do you mean by avoiding us? Where can I avoid it?"

She looked seriously into Gong Ming's eyes. "The thing that makes you panic like this shouldn't be the level of casual explosions, right?"

"And what if you really lose control? If you really lose control completely, how far is it that you can never get out? Then when [He] returns, how do you deal with it? No matter how far you are How to hide, and where can I hide?"

"..."

"Wake up, Nicholas." She stood up, put the messy cut apple back on the bedside table, and looked down at this man.

"In this world, whether it is to provide you with an environment that shields the crowd, or to guarantee that you will be eliminated in the end, there are only two people who can do it. One is me and the other is Otto Apocalypse. Choose one, who do you choose ?”

The most beautiful woman Gong Ming had ever seen raised her eyebrows, opened her only rose-red eyes, and said so.

Two to one, who do you choose?

"I choose Otto."

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Two in one, make up for yesterday's.

Try to restore double update tomorrow,

One hundred and seventy-six chapters six hundred years of learning

"Come on, open your mouth, ah~"

Planck, who was dressed in a long blue dress, was sitting by the bed, holding the warm oatmeal porridge cooked overnight in his hand, and scooped up a spoonful from it with white porcelain, looking at the milky white porridge mixed with grains in the same A shallow layer was spread on the milky white spoon, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of the mouth.

The woman leaned forward slightly, and brought the spoon in her hand to the mouth of the man lying on the bed. Her movements were gentle, and she looked a bit like a mother taking care of a child.

The little slug who followed behind him to wipe his tears back then is now old enough to be a mother...

The person lying on the bed felt a little emotional, opened his mouth cooperatively, and ate the spoonful of white porridge.

It's just that no matter how gentle the movement is, asking others to help is not as friendly as doing it yourself. After eating, there will inevitably be some leftovers on the corners of the mouth, and the woman in the green dress seems to have expected this long ago. The napkin that had already been prepared was gently wiping the corner of his mouth, his eyes were serious, as if he was doing something very important, with a strict eye.

"How do you feel now?"

After feeding a few more mouthfuls, until the porridge had bottomed out, she put the bowl in her hand and the napkin on the bedside table.Then he turned his head to the red-haired man who was resting his head on the snow-white pillow and was watching her movements, and stretched out his hand to help him comb his hair.

They all seem to like this movement, as if this movement has some special meaning other than the movement itself.

"are you better?"

"I can't really talk about it, but it's just the same." The man shook his head with a calm expression, as if he was discussing something completely unrelated to him.