About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

Orson tentatively called Texas, but the lone wolf just snorted softly, and the scorching breath spread from Orson's cheeks.

——As a result, both Texas and Angel drank too much!

Unlike the energy angel who set the flag loudly while drinking, Dexus didn't know when he was sipping slowly by the side, just like that, and just kept himself in a daze.

Look at what you have guarded!Isn't this nothing guarded!

"Anyway, put Texas—"

"Orson...I...don't want...lone wolf..."

"—"

Under the influence of alcohol to paralyze the brain, Texas, who was half asleep and half awake, uttered these few words.

Unlike his usual cold and trustworthy appearance, Texas must have also experienced unforgettable memories of tearing and stinging, but this lone wolf never took the initiative to tell her.

"Don't be afraid, you are not alone, Texas."

Orson stretched out his hand and gently stroked Texas's hair, and Texas finally slowed down his somewhat rapid breathing, and his eyes in the dream were no longer as tightly wrinkled as before.

——The side that shows to others is a calm and indifferent sense of dissociation, but in fact it is just a young wolf cub who has been injured and is afraid of being alone.

Orson thought so in his heart, and at the same time, the hand that smiled and touched the dog's head inadvertently touched the ear on top of Texas' head.

Der~

As long as my palm touches Texas's furry ears, the latter will immediately stick to the hair, and when my palm is removed, it will bounce again.

"Eh……"

The nature of 'stroking' changed at this moment, and Orson was no longer a soul friend who "accompanyed her to appease the injured wolf", but became a bear child who "it's so fun to pluck the ears".

"It's okay bro, this person is the Luper from Penguin Logistics, and you actually managed to get him? And he's still doing such erotic behavior in public?"

"what?"

A passing alcoholic uncle gave Orson a thumbs up after seeing the posture of Orson and Texas. Naturally, Orson tilted his head in confusion before realizing that he was now with Texas. How bad the 'state of structure' is at first glance.

In the eyes of others, Orson is like the kind of rich and powerful rich second-generation rich young master who comes to the bar to play with women. When the rich young man (referring to Orson) sits on the sofa openly, the girl next to him will take the initiative to lean on him. Come here, even at the expense of being played with my sensitive parts (ears) wantonly by Kuo Shao.The first victim was a Lupu girl, and there was another Sakota girl lying beside Kuo Shao.

Orson gently moved Texas away from him, and stood up with a bang, very quickly!

——Sure enough, send Texas and Angel back as soon as possible!

It's not about chivalry, but if I stay like this and am bumped into by acquaintances/reporters, I'm afraid I'll have another seat in the guard bureau the next day.

Orson drank the remaining milk in the glass, and then began to carry the two penguin logistics porters who "carried life and death".

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Although I heard a lot about Texas and Angels today, but sure enough, these are not free...

Not daring to summon a resting talisman in front of so many people, he could only support a girl with one hand, Orson, who was walking towards the exit like a mountain worker, thought so.

After moving the two who still showed no signs of waking up to the car, Orson drove to the room where Texas lived according to the information he had received earlier.

After leaving Sleeping Angel in the car and setting up more than 5 alarm tracking detectors in the surrounding area, Orson came to the apartment with Texas in his arms.

As Orson expected, the decoration of the room in Texas is extremely simple, and there are only the minimum items and furniture that can maintain life in the room, just like her way of life-full of distance and a sense of emptiness.

It's not like a room for girls, but more like a place where "someone who can disappear at any time" lives.

"..."

Orson gently placed Texas on the bed. Although it should be uncomfortable to sleep in a uniform, it is better than waking up to find that his clothes have been ripped off by himself.

Before leaving the room, Orson thought about it, and in the end, while secretly apologizing to the Angel in the car, he dug out some messy ingredients from the refrigerator in Texas, made a bowl of stew, and posted it on the table. A note telling Texas to get up hot tomorrow, after all, something to eat is good for a hangover.

After sending Texas home and inadvertently spying on the girl's "living state", Orson will deliver the second shipment next.

The area where Neng Angel lives is closer to the downtown area, and the decoration style is also much more trendy.

"Woo...it's a mess."

But it’s a pity to be in the angel’s room. In a sense, it’s the complete opposite of Texas. Orson can find the silencer in the kitchen, and he can find the vacuum cleaner on the wall of the gun maintenance workbench.

After moving the angel with the 404errorRGB light tube on his head to the bed, facing the angel who was lying on the bed with a flushed face and constantly panting softly, Orson couldn't hold it anymore. Can Angel tidy up the room.

And when Orson looked at the scattered underwear on the ground and thought about whether to clean it up, he suddenly sensed the intrusion of an 'outsider'.

"Stay away from her, you little thief. Picked the wrong target?"

"—"

Looking towards the entrance following the sound, a 'fallen angel' with long blue hair was leaning against the door at some point, holding a staff in his hand and looking at Orson with a smile. "Did you choose the wrong target?"

"—"

After seeing the blue-haired "angel", Orson froze for a moment.

I knew this Sakota girl, but I couldn't remember her name for a moment.

Because the situation was more urgent than expected, Orson had to prove his identity immediately, so he directly followed the most subconscious train of thought in his mind and said the girl's name:

"You misunderstood, Miss Timo!"

"..."

It seems to be wrong.

The blue-haired fallen angel still maintained a smiling expression, but the level of the magic staff in his hand pushed the origin stone skills closer to the critical point.

"I'm Angel's companion, an employee who just joined Penguin Logistics recently, you should already know this news, Mordred...uh, Miss Angel?"

Orson wisely decided that it would be better not to test the girl's real name for the time being.

"A new employee, a companion who can be an angel, umm. It seems that you have done a good job of investigating, young man, a new employee? But unfortunately, I haven't received any information about the new companion from the emperor, so—— sorry."

The staff in the blue-haired angel's hand pointed at Orson, and the dim light belonging to the Originium skill became more and more dazzling.

——The emperor didn't tell the other members?

Hearing the words of the blue-haired angel, Orson recalled the time he was dragged out by Q coins two or three days ago:

Because he became an employee of Penguin Logistics and "Fengchi Logistics (forged)" at the same time, and the emperor happened to be an acquaintance with the boss of Fengchi Logistics, so the penguin just used this reason as an excuse to go out to drink with old friends.

"Listen up, Orson! From now on, you are already an employee of our Penguin Logistics. I will tell all the employees about this information. If there is an accident outside in the future, just report my name!"

The emperor swears and patted his belly and said this to Orson.

"Hahaha! I advise you not to listen to him. Originally, it was just a case of robbery. If you report the name of the famous emperor, it will probably become a silence."

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, the chairman of Fengchi Logistics, who was nearly 1 meters tall and had pectoralis major muscles a few laps larger than that of Angel, Owell laughed and took the conversation.

"Gah! You, a guy who can only hit walls, don't have the right to complain about me like that!"

The emperor flapped his little wings and retorted angrily, while Orson was at the bar a little away from the two people's table, chatting with another young man from the Fengshou tribe who was about the same height as him, 'Bai Song'.

"Your father is so big...that head, that height, I'm so envious."

Orson stared at Baisong's father with a look of envy and emotion, and Baisong, who heard this subtle words, glanced at Orson, and then silently moved a few steps to the side.

"No, uh...that's not what I mean. I'm just saying I want to have that toned body and super confident way of speaking, too."

Orson quickly explained that he managed to get rid of Ino (Mephisto) for the time being, and he couldn't label himself a gay by himself.

"I think it's troublesome to get along with him sometimes... In short, you are Mr. Orson. I heard from my father that you are a very good person. And the emperor told me that I can learn a lot from you Useful ability, I hope to ask for your guidance."

Bai Song politely extended his hand to Orson, with a very humble attitude.

"Guiding or something...hehehe, since the boss has said so, then I will teach you all my unique skills! From today on, you will be my apprentice No. Sing 'Go on."

"...?"

Bai Song tilted his head when he heard the inexplicable words.

"Huh? Didn't you tell me to teach you the basic skills of cross talk?"

Orson blinked and asked, after all, he always thought that his "greatest ability" was cross talk.

"Huh? I thought it was the messenger's transportation technique."

Bai Song also blinked. After all, in order to take over Fengchi Logistics in the future, Maverick is studying to become a qualified messenger.

"Idiot, it's electronic music!"

The emperor next to him announced the correct answer.

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Back to the present, facing the blue-haired angel's source stone staff, Orson understood two things:

First, his grand plan of 'promoting cross talk culture to all parts of Terra' is still on hold.

Second, the emperor, a birdman, was only in charge of playing NB, and he never informed other employees who were not in Longmen of his existence at all.

——This dead penguin... You can only find Wallace when you go out to eat in the future!

Orson took revenge on his emperor with an extremely vicious curse in his heart, and at the same time thought about how he could prove his identity.

But the blue-haired angel in front of the door didn't seem to intend to continue the confrontation with Orson.

"It's enough to find this place with an excuse. I'm really touched by your spirit of not giving up——Lock of Desolate Time"

The blue-haired angel smiled as always, and proceeded to activate the last step of the Originium skill operation.

In an instant, a clock dial made of pure source stone magic energy emerged from behind the blue-haired angel. The hour and minute hands crossed each other, and finally aligned with Orson and overlapped.

clang--

After a low chime, the blue-haired angel put away his staff.

"Because the target is only a single object, there is no need for a black key--it seems unnecessary to explain this to you now, Mr. Intruder."

The blue-haired fallen angel still kept a smile on her face. She walked towards Orson gently, but the latter became completely motionless like a white-faced owl in the update system.

[Lock of Desolate Time], if you are down-to-earth, it is also called [Zawarudo Youth Edition], an origin stone skill that can freeze time for a certain range and a specific target.

"Is it an assassin from Syracuse, or a hired assassin among the many enemies of Penguin Logistics? Anyway, let me see the weapon in your hand first."

The fallen angel walked up to Orson and looked at the weapon in Orson's hand—it was a rag.

"..."

Maybe it was intended to put this thing into the mouth of No Angel to cause suffocation.

The fallen angel froze for a moment, but soon imagined the purpose of this thing.