After Becoming a Little |

Arya nodded, stood up, and turned to look for the wine.

Red wine is actually just a type of wine, but Arya doesn't care much about the details - she's drunk dwarf ale once, but it tastes more alcoholic than Chiuringwas; Invited to taste the fruit wine of the elves, that thing tasted like fruity champagne...

So drinking this kind of thing actually depends on the person, as long as you like it.

Arya prefers Happy Water and Lemon Tea, but doesn't mind choosing the right companion drink with her meal.

The cafeteria seemed to be taking care of their wine all the time. Arya picked up a bottle at random and found that it had just been put out and the packaging had not been completely opened, so she put it in the wooden box.

"Domaine G. Roumier..."

I squinted at the label, but it was not a wine brand I knew, G. Lumi Winery?what?

Alia knew about Lafite and Romanee Conti, but that was all. She silently looked at this little-known and over-packaged red wine. She was too lazy to look for it, so she took it and went back.

Although the steak is well done, the wine in this restaurant is not good.

Arya thought for a while, and took a can of Sprite, ready to drink it together later.

Forget it, don't be too demanding.

After all, it's just a barbecue buffet of 158 per customer, isn't it?

I'll give a five-star review on the group buying app later...

DAY 37 037-Blue Star's True Biography of Taoism

The sky gradually darkened, and the night reigned over the earth again.

In the cool autumn night, the number of pedestrians on the road began to gradually decrease, the light of orange and off-white street lamps began to cast beams of light, and moths also danced in the beams of light accompanied by dust.

At the intersection not far from Arya's community, a large Ford RV parked there quietly, with the side door open, revealing the luxurious interior.

A little girl in a gorgeous Lolita-style dress is holding a gamepad and playing the FC red and white version of Bomberman on the TV that comes with the RV.

In front of the car door, there is a muscular lady standing in the standard posture of Maozi's special forces. They had to revoke their establishment and allow them to find their own way out.

So, driving a van to block people can no longer be described as overkill...

Waiting for nothing is boring, but Aika just stood blankly, completely unaffected.Compared with the ice and snow in Siberia, the cool autumn here in Dongshan seems to be warm and pleasant, so a stretch vest suitable for combat is also reasonable.

After all, the security of Guochao far surpassed that of Tongji. There are only two countries in the world where Miss Mei can move freely without her worrying too much, except here Iceland.

Just when she began to think about the technical difficulty of blocking the target and how to make the opponent look serious but not actually injured, a small road suddenly appeared at the intersection not far away. figure.

The hairy girl Dajiba suddenly looked stern, and subconsciously pulled the side-opening car door, trying to close it.

When she saw the person coming, her expression softened.

It was a little loli in a Taoist robe, with a simple bun on her head, tied with a wooden chopstick to keep it from falling apart.

Mumu's small face, her hands were tucked into her wide sleeve robe, and she was carrying a sword case that was higher than her own.

"..."

"..."

Two people who are not good at words are speechless.

After a long while, Xiaomei realized that something was wrong outside, and looked over her head: "Why are you?"

Little Daoist Sister Liguang raised her eyelids, not paying any respect: "Madam said, take you back."

Xiaomei subconsciously wrinkled her face and wanted to cry, but she looked around and saw that there was no auntie, and the tears that were swirling in her eyes were held back.

Crying at Li Guang is completely useless - don't think she doesn't know, this nasty guy likes to watch her cry the most.

That look reminds Xiaomei of her expression when she watched the monkeys in Liguang and the others...

There was a distant horn sound not far away, and then it fell silent. When the lanterns first came on, the lights of thousands of houses were bright, and the pedestrians on the road were sparse and sparse, not close to the corner that was only covered by monotonous street light columns.

The guy who asked the housekeeper to check the nickname for his sister has not yet sent any information, so Xiaomei is reluctant to go back - even if the other party is not very good, at least she has to scare the other party.

So the choice is obvious. My sister-in-law said that you can't bully people casually.

But Liguang is not human, this guy is a nasty female monkey!

Xiaomei snorted coldly, grimaced at Li Guang with her little tiger teeth, and then pointed with her little hand: "Aige! Catch her!"

"it is good."

Muscular sister Gui has never had any objection to Xiaomei's arrangements, and strode forward. After a short distance of a few meters, she walked out of the posture of a tiger rushing down the mountain, and her big hand that could directly crush a coconut grabbed the shoulder of the 1.3-meter-long little nun Liguang. .

Li Guang rolled his concealed and disdainful eyes, pulled out his hands from his sleeves, bumped his small body into it, rushed into Aige's arms, and patted her strong arm—

"Palm Thunder!"

"Stab--crack--"

A piercing electric arc sounded, and the 1.9-meter-long humanoid Tyrannosaurus suddenly flicked its hands away, leaned back, and subconsciously twitched its hands in a treacherous gesture.

When she stepped back, Daoist Liguang took out a pair of yellow night vision glasses that looked very sci-fi from her arms and put them on her face.

Aige waved her hands and squeezed her five fingers together to dispel the anesthesia in her arms: "электроударный стержень?"

Listening to Aige's words, Xiaomei tilted her head and asked subconsciously, "Electric shock stick? Isn't it a thunder in the palm of your hand?"

She tilted her head, looked past Aige's back, and looked at Little Daoist Sister Liguang, who was also wearing a pair of white-gold gloves, and Xiaomei's curiosity suddenly came up: "What is in your hand? I want to play too!"

"White silk gloves, the most important treasure of the division." Little Daoist Liguang took off the insulating gloves expressionlessly and put them back into her arms: "Attack +4, hit +5, defense +7, and then the attribute is arm strength +2."

Xiaomei's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Wow", she stared at Li Guang's waist where she didn't know how many things were hidden, and shouted to Aige, "Aige! Go and get it!"

"it is good."

Flicking her arms, Aige took a step forward, but stopped abruptly.

At some point in front of the toes, a small silver-white sword that was only the width of a finger and half the length of a chopstick was inserted. Against the light of the street lamp, it flickered with a penetrating cold light.

Aige looked up, and a small drone with a flashing red indicator light descended slowly, hovering between Aige and Liguang. A delicate mechanical extension device under the drone was aimed at Aige, with a plug on it. A small sword of the same style.

Li Guang pointed to the drone: "Flying Sword."

"..."

I have been working hard to learn the love song of the country's culture, and once again feel that my IQ has been insulted.

When she first met Li Guang, she still looked at things with a simple-looking gossip mirror all day long. In that mirror, Aige could see the second lady's perspective from mid-air.

At the beginning, Li Guang said that this was a Taoist secret technique, called [Circle Light Technique].

It was only later that I learned that it was actually an active tracking security surveillance drone and a tablet computer with a gossip mirror shell...

Now that the drone has been magically changed, dare to say it is a flying sword?

Aige looked back at Miss Mei, who was biting her fingers and waiting eagerly for her to bring her things back. She turned her head and took a deep breath, clenching her fists - it was just a 'flying sword' with one finger, even if it was hard to carry. How about it?

She raised her arms to protect the face door, leaned forward a little, and was about to rush over to make a quick decision.

As long as her thinking is fast enough, the 'flying sword' launched by this drone can't keep up with her.

After all, she considers herself to be the strongest woman on the entire Blue Star surface——

However, her footsteps stopped again, and the never-fearful elder sister immediately turned her head, closed the door of the RV, locked it, and stared at Li Guang in earnest.

The sword box on the back of the little Taoist nun was opened, and more than 20 small drones "buzzed" and flew up from it, and the flashing red indicator lights lined up a big smiling face in the sky.

Li Guang spread out his hands, put on a golden rooster independent shape, and explained his moves expressionlessly: "Wan Jian returns to the ancestors."

Love Song: "..."

Day 38 - 038

"...Dad, I've thought about going to see my mother after a while."

Arya wiped her mouth, thinking about her plans.

The father who was sipping the red wine stopped and put down the goblet after half a second: "Go, I will help you arrange the itinerary, your mother was in Mexico recently - wait until she finishes the trip, Mexico is a bit messy after all ."

Speaking of which, he habitually looked at his Vacheron Constantin world time watch - he didn't like luxury jewelry, and the reason why he chose this watch was because it had accurate time display in 37 time zones around the world.

This allows him to determine the time of his ex-wife's location by looking at his wrist from anywhere.

However, the empty wrist made him react. Before he came out, the secretary Zhan Lan suggested that he take off the watch.

He took out his mobile phone to look up the world clock - but he is not a technology expert who keeps pace with the times. Compared with his business and finance, he may be able to win the name of a financial tycoon. Just a simple call and information exchange.

So his movements seemed a little hesitant, even a little clumsy.

Alia watched her father's movements with hindsight, thinking he was watching the time, so she took out the watch she had prepared a long time ago: "Dad, this is for you."

The father raised his head and looked at the gift bag in front of him that did not seem luxurious, with a stunned expression on his face.

He clearly remembered that the last time Arya gave him something in kindergarten, it was a crayon drawing.

On the painting, there were a family of three with poor lines, a house with simple lines, a tree with a canopy like wool, and green grass all over the ground.

For so many years, he was accustomed to thinking about things and looking at the painting in the lounge, and he could even clearly tell how many pens and how many blades of grass were represented by each bush on the ground.

However, at that time, the father, who was caught in a business war without gunpowder smoke, didn't care too much about the gift his daughter carefully prepared. Instead, he sent it to the shredder together with other documents by mistake.

Not long after his wife divorced him and the child was taken away, he recovered from the joy of successfully expanding his business empire and found that he was already alone.

In that battle, the international hot money returned in Hong Kong, the Atomic Fund was attacked strongly, and the myth of invincibility was broken.

In that battle, he won the praise of the high-level, gained astronomical benefits, but lost his family.

It was a financial war with no winners...

Arya's painting was restored by his calligraphy and painting restoration experts who sought the best craftsmanship, and it is now carefully stored in a dust-free cabinet in the lounge - compared to other precious collections, there is no such treatment.

"..."

At this moment, he only felt that the whole world had become black and white, and only his daughter still had gorgeous colors.

The gift bag in her hand exudes a treasure-like light.

"Huh...ha..."

Father let out a breath and felt a little sore in his nose. He picked up the wine glass and drank the red wine in it. He exhaled a long breath, and then took the lightweight gift bag with both hands and placed it by his side.