The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"I've never seen such 'things'!" This is ink, the ink that circled around Tam, while still blaming the Great Dane gold as if complaining, "You haven't told me that the Federation has this 'Something'! "

"Should I feel offended?" Tam also looked at the ink, "or is it naive to think that this woman has not mastered the language of the Federation. ㈧㈠ 中文 网 WwΩW. ㄟ 8⒈Ｚw.COM"

Okay, Mo does keep calling Tam a ‘thing’.

Zac is not going to explain for either side. Instead, Zac has a little curiosity, "Jing, spirit, ghost, monster, ink, which one is he?"

"The first impression is definitely 'fine'!" Mo is interpreting a higher level of 'offense', "he definitely has the functional attributes of items! Oh! Remember, I said that fine is born from the birth of things ~ "While looking at Tam, he nodded and confirmed himself," You are definitely a 'thing', I can see at a glance that your attribute is definitely a storage! Like a box, a cabinet ... uh, maybe bigger. , The house? But I confirm that it is definitely a thing! "

Tum's eyes twitched twice, "Except for this 'fine' which I can't hear at all, I think you have a good grasp of the language of the Federation." Tum still feels a bit grand here At home, after glancing at Zach, it seems to be asking for permission-"Can I scold her back."

"Curse? No!" Mo blinked, "I'm not scolding you! I'm marveling! 'Thing' has never been an insult in the Republic, people are also a kind of 'thing'! We are only saying that others' are not It's the curse when it's something! "

"Uh ..." This cultural difference is irrefutable, and Tam continues to twitch his eyes, preparing to avoid ink.

"Wait a minute!" Mo didn't know where the attachment was, and he moved to Tam in the same way to block the way. "I'm not finished yet! But when I feel you carefully ..." At that time, Mo ’s hand was placed on Tam ’s stomach, consciously, "You are not like 'Jing', your attributes are not inherited from the predecessor, you are born ~" Krishnamurti, "Like the inheritor wedding we attended before, uh, what's the name, Kr, Cliff? It doesn't matter! Now the North District Police Chief Darcy! Yes, the inheritor Darcy! And you, It was born like this ~ You are a "spirit" ~ "

Tam lowered his head, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the hand that ink placed on his stomach. By the way, beautiful hands, slender and fair. Tam opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond for a while.

But what Mo said next, let Tam confirm what he was going to respond to-"Well, it might be a little off topic, but you need to do some sit-ups. Your stomach is so soft ..."

Tam cheeked stiffly, waved his ink hand, and glared at Zac. "You brought me to Grande! Do I have my own room ?!" What does it mean to have my own room? It means that you can close the door and refuse to communicate with people.

Zac pointed at the new living area on the west side. Oh, there are living areas where workers go in and out. "Except for 2o3 (Bain), just choose one ..." Zac watched the ink hand reach Tam again, but this time It's not a stomach, it's the wrist that was just shown in the hand, so Zac shut his mouth, anticipating that this would be his really curious conversation--

"Uh, where did you get this token?" Mo didn't do anything extra, pulled up Tam's sleeve and stared at the red knot.

"What?" Tam tried to withdraw his arm, still with irritability, can't blame him, Mo just has annoying ability, "It's none of your business!"

I didn't feel much strength for Mo, but Tam's wrist was firmly in Mo's hand, very firm, "Where did you get this token?"

"Uh." Tam's face started to look bad, partly because he didn't want to admit that he was hurt by a woman, partly, "'believers'? I don't know what you're talking about!"

Mo actually looked at Zac, "In the Republic, knots represent a lot of things, records, expressions, and prayers. And this knot is a token. To, er, according to your federation, it is a medium of prayer to God. Meaning. But the republican prayer is not the same as your federal prayer, we will not hang the 'holy blessing' on our lips, but when we really pray for something, such as ancestors, such as the New Year's card posted at the door, such as The statue of the general in the hall, we expect this prayer to come true, and our **** will fulfill, at least, I will realize the desire of those who pray to me. "After explaining Zac, I looked at Tam, "And the one in your hand is the medium, a token of the Republican God." Upon rolling your eyes, "Lest you misunderstand, this is a token of the Republican alien." The speechless face, "Can you understand, the Republican aliens are gods?" , As long as there are enshrinations. "

Tam froze for a moment, and then he did not resist the wrist that was caught by Mo. The other hand began to pull the knot on the wrist, as if to remove it.

"It doesn't make sense." Mo leaned his head, looked at Tam, and shook his head. "Do you know how to consecrate a republican alien and make it your god?"

Tam froze again, shaking his head instinctively.

"That thing is only a knotted, faded nylon rope." Mo tilted his mouth and frowned. "You haven't answered my question. Where did you get this token?"

"Uh ..." Tam looked at Zac. He answered the question once, didn't he, but Zac didn't mean it for him, at least not now, watching quietly. Tam frowned, still trying to untie the knot with one hand, "A strange republican man gave it to me."

"How strange?" Mo frowned.

"Uh, it's very tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. It doesn't speak, heh, it probably just doesn't speak federal language. Then there is only one pair of smiling faces. Uh, it doesn't seem to be too reassuring! You are all republican and interracial. Is that what it looks like ?! Crawling people on the street to give faith to deceiving people! *! And! Are these important! "Tam is progressively impatient because he can't untie the knot in his hand.

"How to worship the **** of republic?" Zac interjected at this time, "I mean, interracial." "Uh, how do I describe." Mo thought, "Some need specific tribute, such as food, use Degree ... Any consumables that aliens need. Some comparisons, um, spiritual, such as presence, ceremonies, odes ... "Continue to look at Tamu helplessly," You will recall carefully and give you this Man, didn't say anything? "

"No!" Tam has been completely irritated by the knot on his wrist. "Did you not listen to me! I said, he was just a smiley face!"

Mo leaned over his mouth, fingers hooked the knot on Tam's wrist, "scissors." A word came out of his mouth.

As Tam glared at Mo, holding a pair of scissors that suddenly appeared in his hand to cut the knot on his wrist, Mo glanced at Zac, "believe it or not, laugh, is also a kind of offering. Chang Kai 'used to be a philosophy of life that Republicans firmly believed in ... "

Zac was distracted at this perfect time for cultural exchange, "Mo, what is your offering? Don't tell me it's a Republican dim sum."

Mo pinched the cut knot, "My Sophia is about to start." Don't forget this soap opera that is always related to Sophia's lover, "Have time to talk ~" drifted away. (To be continued.)