After Becoming a Little |

The complexion of the woman in the red dress can no longer be said to be ugly, it is now completely pale.

"Yeah, did she give you the phone? I saw it with my own eyes."

Aliya walked over and put her hand on the top of her head. Although she really wanted to say, you guys, give me back my mobile phone, it is obvious that now is not the time to tell her who she is.

The power of the soul in the palm surged down, and the mighty heat washed the body of the blond lady. After a while, Aliya let go of her hand and let out a long breath: "It's too bad, if I knew it, I would have killed you just now. There is no need to help."

And he can still lick his bag with tears in his eyes. The cyan long sword is too sharp and tough, even Aliya is afraid of it.

Although the power of the soul is supplemented, it is only the threshold of daily consumption. After exceeding this level, use a little less. After all, does Blue Star have a way to replenish the power of the soul? This is why Alia can use her soul less The reason why the traveler's exclusive skill tree is used as little as possible.

It can't go on like this... If she explodes every day like before, she will have to completely consume her soul power in 600 years!

Mrs. Jin looked at her hands suspiciously, and tried to make a fist. The pain between her chest and abdomen had disappeared, which was so miraculously unscientific—it was just that a strong sense of hunger came up almost at the same time.

The process of repairing injuries with the power of the soul is actually equivalent to those healing techniques, urging the human body to speed up the self-healing process, but a large amount of energy that needs to be consumed physiologically still comes from itself.

To put it bluntly, it is a catalyst accelerator, not a panacea for all diseases, so it is useless for the strange disease of the Tianjin Allegro maid.

It's also due to the fact that Madam Jin's foundation is good enough, and she was almost in a different body. Now even if her internal injuries are cured, she will have to faint from starvation.

"You said she died, when did it happen? Could it be that those metal monsters killed it just now?"

Mrs. Jin carefully looked at the person in front of her who looked very similar to her master, and finally she slumped her shoulders in disappointment: "You are not my master... Although you look very similar and your strength is terrifying, your temperament is completely different , and if it's the master... she won't fail to recognize her three sabers."

Aliya looked sideways at her, didn't expect you, the one with the biggest breasts, to have a brain?

"I'm just a traveler, and it has nothing to do with your master... I can't say no, your master, I call her sister."

Mrs. Jin froze for a moment, opened her mouth a little hesitantly: "Uh—Uncle?"

What can Alicia say?She stroked the other person's hair, comforting her like coaxing a child: "... Be good, next time my uncle will give you a red envelope, this time I didn't have time to take it out in a hurry. "

After she finished speaking, she looked up at the girl in the red skirt: "I'll call you Lu Wuxia now, is that okay?"

The girl in the red skirt looked at her deeply: "Who are you...?"

"My new identity is your uncle."

"To make a long story short, my relationship with you is actually pretty close. How do you need me to prove it?"

Aliya took a few steps back and leaned against a steel pillar, tore off the cloth strips to bind her hands, but glanced at Mo Jianu, the Taoist aunt in white: "For example, let me find your master Come out to testify?"

The girl in the red dress restrained her mind, took a deep breath, clenched the purple epee in her hand, and stared at the color of the opponent's hair: "Master's hair color is because she has practiced the White Head Taixuan Sutra—but since Yuan From the end of the Ming Dynasty to the beginning of the present, there has been no one who has been able to practice successfully except my master."

"Oh...the White Head Taixuan Sutra is so true."

Aliya rubbed her chin, showing a thoughtful look: "I said why is it incompatible? It turns out that the operating mode is wrong, but you think too much-do you think I will say that my hair is also because of the practice of white hair? Tai Xuan Sutra?"

She flicked her long silver-white hair: "I didn't expect that! I just dyed it!"

"...then you don't—"

"But I know the White Head Taixuan Sutra."

"?!"

"Not only will I know how to do it, but I have also succeeded in practicing it."

"!!"

"You are embarrassing to the fairy sister, she can do it, and I can do it too, why can't you, such a powerful apprentice?" Alia made gestures, and put her thumb and index finger together to draw a little distance, her tone mocking: "You Nearly stabbed me, probably a galaxy away."

The girl in the red dress stood up, not knowing what to say for a while.

Aliya finished talking, and looked at her with deep eyes: "If you want the content of the Baishou Taixuan Sutra, I can write it out for you silently, but after talking so much nonsense, don't you wonder how your daughter died? ?”

"..."

"Don't think about it, it's not on the boat... It must have been more than half a month. At that time, she took 58 sleeping pills and rolled from the bed to the ground. She looked very painful. When I arrived, she was unconscious."

"I--"

"What are you? If you care a little bit more, can she do this?!"

The white-haired girl casually threw the leftover strip of cloth wrapping the wound on the face of the red-dressed girl, with no effort at all, but the other party didn't hide at all, either.

"Alia is dead! You did it, master! Take 58 sleeping pills, and even Jesus can't save her!"

She was silent for two seconds, finally closed her eyes, leaned her head against the pillar, and sighed long: "The former Alia is dead, but the current Alia...for some reason, she Your personality may change, but she is still your daughter... at least in this life."

The girl in the red dress opened her mouth, with an extremely disturbed and depressed expression on her face. This peak human being who can confront the soul traveler in close combat, seems to have lost all energy at this moment.

She opened her mouth, but in the end she could only lower her head: "...Thank you."

But what's the use?At this moment, the soul traveler only feels a sorrow that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The soul traveler opened his eyes and looked at the girl in the red dress who was staring blankly at the ground in front of him. After all, he couldn't hold back. He strode forward and stood where he could touch her with his hand, and began to roll up his sleeves.

"This slap will be Alia's strength. Although I never said that parents owe their children anything... But you are too remiss in being a real mother——Lu Wuxia, Lu Wuxia, if you are not so powerful, Just a normal person, then I wouldn't be so angry."

Mrs. Jin was startled suddenly, and the girl in black armor who was slumped on the ground subconsciously wanted to get up, but seeing the elder sister with her long hair loose and slumped standing motionless, they chose to remain silent after a brief panic.

"You can choose to escape."

"..."

"Snapped----"

Chapter 211 0210-Who Can Write Your Excellency? (for "Xiaowei is here" blade 1/1

The venue of the auction was thrown into panic.

The sudden change of light made the guests at the auction think that there was some kind of performance at first, but when the metal monsters suddenly poured out from behind several doors and shot into the sky, the crystal chandelier was turned into broken glass fragments all over the sky. At that moment, the deafening gunshots and the screams of the crew made it clear to everyone that something had happened.

Some people lay under the seats and began to frantically pull out their mobile phones to ask for help, but what awaited them were damaged communication devices and mobile phone screens that did not respond to any pressing.

Some bodyguards stood up and drew their guns to fight back, but after shooting, they could only make a concentrated metal crisp sound on the opponent's body, or sparks sparked, leaving a visible streak on the opponent's black paint surface. Pale white bullet marks.

More people held their heads and started screaming. The high-decibel screams erupted by some pampered women were simply the best background sound for this riot, one after another.

After several minutes of firefighting, the whole scene fell into an eerie silence—the ladies who screamed the loudest were silent.

There is nothing for them to fear anymore, because they have returned to the kingdom of heaven and seen the Almighty Lord.

The metal monsters brought a set of sound amplification and projection equipment and rearranged them. A man wearing a broken cross mask walked out from behind the metal monster and walked onto the auction stage. After clearing his throat, he looked around at the people in the auction: "Cough Well, good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

No one spoke, maybe this made the masked man feel a little bored, so he looked around, signaled the metal monsters to put down their guns, and said to everyone sincerely: "Everyone, I am the person in charge of this auction, you can call I... Forget it, why do I have a name?"

Immediately afterwards, he took out a list and showed it to everyone: "On this piece of paper, there are a total of 3 top rich men in the Asia-Pacific financial circle who are worth more than 12 billion, 18 are worth more than 10 billion, and [-] are worth more than [-] billion. Man, now we're going to have a fantastic auction—"

As he spoke, he grabbed a gun, pointed at a successful man in a suit and leather shoes who was closest to him, loaded the pistol with a bang, and opened it in an exaggerated movement.

The successful man, who had been obsessed with the girl in the red dress before, squatted on the side of the seat, shivering. Seeing the black muzzle pointed at him, his face turned pale in an instant.

The masked man looked down at him, and made a "bang!" sound, which made this successful man who had been pampered in his clothes all day long tremble violently, let out a scream, and immediately turned pale and limp. On the ground, cold sweat covered his face.

Seeing his reaction, the masked man nodded with satisfaction: "Look, what a fragile appearance..."

"The item in this auction is the lives of everyone present—come! Make an offer!"

……

……

Bai Li retracted her body into the room, rubbed her chest that was bruised by the impact, felt the dull pain in her ribs, and looked displeased.

"I can bear it with EMP. After all, the equipment I carry is not electromagnetic pulse, which is good for the laboratory product stockpile - but what do they mean by putting up a 12.7 heavy machine gun? We are the Ninth Bureau of the Republic Or are they the Ninth Bureau of the Republic?!"

A colleague next to Baili looked down at her armor: "Sister Bai, your chest is sunken..."

"Your chest is dented!"

"..."

A companion looked at the bullet chains swaying by in the corridor outside the door. The other party was suppressing firepower frantically. They rushed out now to seek death.

"NSV12.7-rock, these guys are crazy." The colleague with the gun shook his head: "We can't reach out from this angle to fight back..."

"When God closes a door for you, he will weld the window to death for you——Sister Bai, what's going on?"

"God can't control our republic..." Baili pushed a metal box painted "this face the enemy" onto the sofa piled up at the door, and knocked on the wall on the other side of the room: "The ferry ticket we bought It’s the second-class cabin, these walls can’t be all metal walls, can they?”

Several colleagues looked at each other, quickly took out a piece of what looked like an electric blanket from the box, spread it out and stuck it on the wall: "What about after passing here?"

Bai Li picked up a magic reform 40 fire, and said murderously: "It's so fucking hard that he can't recognize him!"

However, just as they were about to take action, the muffled gunfire outside the corridor suddenly stopped, and a moment later a female voice came faintly: "This one also has a fingerprint lock, these bastards, what a disaster... "

Immediately afterwards, another female voice sounded a little deeper: "In this way, there will be no heavy weapons on board that can fight them."

Then there was a third voice: "No, the Ninth Bureau gang brought some, but we are not sure if we continue to search like this, will the large army of these metal monsters be alarmed."

In the end, there was a voice that didn't seem to care about these things: "Hey! Friends who are hiding in the room, should you come out and py each other?"

Several Ninth Bureau operators looked at each other, everyone looked at each other, but in the end they could only look at Baili.

Ordinary light weapons are not very lethal to those guys wearing powered exoskeletons and full protective suits, and the situation is similar in reverse. After the erection of the 12.7 heavy machine gun was completed, the firepower advantage suddenly tilted.

However, at the other end of the corridor, a villain wearing a powered exoskeleton has been reimbursed-although the people in the Ninth Bureau jokingly said that it was the magic modification 40 fire, but the cargo body was actually the Republic's Type 11 93mm new single Soldier rocket launchers, things that can penetrate tanks and hit people are naturally unable to carry anything.

Bai Li frowned and thought for a while, took off the visor of the helmet, and buckled a shock bomb in each of her left and right hands: "I'll go out and have a look, you guys see the opportunity, if it's the enemy—"

Needless to say what she said later, the colleagues were already on standby with the bazooka on their shoulders.

But before Baili leaned out, a small white flag stretched out from the door and waved it mischievously.

"..."

Immediately afterwards, a thick arm armor fully stretched out the hand holding the flag first to show that it was unarmed, and then the other free hand, which was still wrapped in royal blue cloth strips because of the injury.

The colleagues behind Baili had lowered the muzzles of their guns slightly, but when the whole black power armor figure that can be called tough appeared completely, they couldn't help shouting MMP in their hearts, brushing the muzzles of their guns. ——'He lifted it up all at once, aiming at the white driver who wasn't wearing a helmet.

Only Baili looked at the other person's face, subconsciously let go of the shock bomb in his hand, his eyes widened -

"Lu, Senior Lu?!"

"?" Aliya looked at this big sister who looked a little familiar: "You know me?"

"..."

In fact, it wasn't just her, the oldest uncle among the Ninth Bureau's operatives also lowered his gun, his face full of disbelief.

The teammates looked at each other, and someone lightly bumped his arm: "Brother Chen, who is this?"