After Becoming a Little Sister

"Ha, I'm still not used to the IDs in the group." Khaki scratched his head wildly: "Find a place to sit, it's windy outside."

The wine sister was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly retreated tactically: "What?!"

Isn't the owner of the dog group a girl?

And she is also a very good-looking girl, with a nice figure and long legs. Although she prefers Western beauties, the oriental classical beauty is also very good. Before, Sister Jiu had some conflicts with her because of her own maid. This time to make up for it, for example, everyone treats each other honestly, helps each other, makes up for each other, and works both ways to explain the profound in simple terms.

But... this...

Sister Jiu blinked, and then dragged the silver-haired maid away without saying a word: "You must have misunderstood the person, how could it be him, our group leader is a woman, I suspect that you exhausted too much last night and your brain Cognitive disorder due to insufficient oxygen supply, there is a dessert shop next to it, let's go buy two cups of taro paste Bobo milk tea."

The wild khaki color was a bit dumbfounding, and replaced by Yu Cixin's voice: "It's me, the female identity is just a disguise."

"I understand, your current identity is just a disguise!" Sister Jiu suddenly realized, "In order to cover up your charm, you pretended to be an ordinary man, you really deserve it!"

The silver-haired maid's voice was cold, and she glanced at the wine sister: "Have you had enough trouble? It's time to get down to business."

"...Are you jealous?"

"NO, I have not."

"You must be jealous!" The wine sister took out the flagon in her arms: "I'll bet with you on wine for three days. If you are jealous, I will only drink so much in three days. If you don't, I will drink it for three days." Double the amount of wine!"

"Shut up!" The silver-haired maid took out a needle-free syringe and pressed it on her neck. The latter froze for a moment, and then slid down against the fence by the side of the road.

"This..." The khaki color was startled wildly: "What?!"

"The liquid version of the special anesthesia ammunition developed by Benzike Police Research. This is the type of ammunition used in your gun. Now there is an enhanced version. I have prepared some for you."

"Uh...thank you."

If the other party hadn't mentioned his two weapons, he would have almost forgotten that he was also a man with a gun.

The main reason is that the two double guns that Alia jokingly called white and black are too tasteless. At this stage, he still plays with Alia's big guns more.

After all, which man doesn't like Miss Sister's big gun?

Especially that super-heavy precision rifle is still being improved, and its power is getting weaker and weaker. It can last for a long time with one shot, and men like big ones—meaning the power.

As for the usual time, I bought the Unlimited Competitive 1911 from Big Bob’s butler. The reason is that this skin texture is more handsome, and it must be a red skin in the box, and it is still brand new. It's cool to show off for a while, and it's cool to show off all the time.

But after mentioning this, he remembered that the turmoil in the book was not long ago. Even the wine sister and the silver-haired maid still remembered his original equipment, as if it was yesterday, but he had the illusion that the sea had changed, and even I feel that the other party must have looked through the outline to find these details.

Khaki opened his mouth wildly, but he couldn't tell why, he could only keep this subtle sense of time distortion in his heart.

Something... seems not right...

Blue Star Destiny's Son didn't know that he was cheating on the daily routine again. He originally wanted to help the silver-haired maid carry the bartender, but the other party politely and firmly refused the request, and asked the waiter next to him to help her. My sister helped carry this 'drunk companion' inside.

It's hard to say whether it's male contact with cleanliness, but I'm afraid the wine sister can only drink so much in three days-this is clearly jealous, and also a little arrogant.

Everyone sat down in the cubicle, Khaki Wild took off his jacket and hung it up, took a sip of the espresso from the overpriced coffee machine: "This time I asked me out offline, is there something important?" ?”

"Well, the Jibu Ji of the Broken Cross is in Busan." The silver-haired maid cut to the chase and threw out a pair of two: "I met her before."

But the wild khaki color didn't take it seriously: "I know, in fact, the Broken Cross has always been under the surveillance of the Gate of Reality. You don't mean to merge with her again, do you?"

No, no, no, no, no?

Wouldn't someone really give up the acceptance of the protagonist's camp, give up the 300 yuan meal allowance offered by an official organization like the Ninth Bureau, and return to the quagmire of the dark world to roll around?

The khaki man looked wildly at the silver-haired maid with a bright smile, but his eyes became slightly cold.

We are friends, but if she comes to a showdown today and says she wants to do something with the Broken Cross, then don't blame him for being preemptive.

As for the fact that the other party had ambushed three hundred knives and axemen, it wasn't because the khaki color was wild and arrogant, but because of the only stinky fish and rotten shrimps left in the Holy Cross, how can they get him?What's more, the coffee he drank didn't contain any weird stuff like a day of death.

The silver-haired maid shook her head: "The Broken Cross is too extreme, I want to persuade Bu Ji, but she doesn't accept it."

"Is it possible to take over the remnants of the Broken Cross again?" The khaki color was relieved and thought wildly for a while: "If you need support, I can help you get in touch."

"It can't be done. When I went, Ji Xingbuji dealt with a veteran of the North American branch in front of me. She told me in this way that she has completely controlled the North American branch. That is no longer the Holy Cross. divisions, but an entirely separate Broken Cross."

Everyone is an adult, and the old mille-feuille is the basic literacy, and every move has a deep meaning.

The silver-haired maid went over in person to express her sincerity, and took out the basic reagents of native antibodies to show that we have corresponding means, and your plan will not succeed.

But Ji Bu Ji was warning her in this subtle way of killing chickens and monkeys, it would be better for everyone not to offend the river.

There was no result in that round of confrontation, so now the silver-haired maid has found a khaki-colored wild girl. It can only be said that the Twelve Sons of the Holy Cross did not have a good relationship, even the ninth who cared the least about other periods and only focused on scientific research. The Holy Son also has a clear understanding of the situation.

Brother Mei still died early, otherwise it wouldn't be Gyeongbokgung's turn to trick Ji Xingbu Ji into coming here...

Khaki pondered wildly for a moment, looked around the room, checked the surroundings, and then began to talk about the core things.

After a while, the khaki man in a khaki windbreaker stood up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he took a memory card from the silver-haired maid with a serious expression on his face. The silver-haired maid was obviously relieved, and took a coffee cup to drink. He took a sip and exhaled white hot mist.

Sister Jiu turned over and stood up: "Are you done chatting?"

"... When did you wake up?"

"Wake up early."

"impossible!"

"Hey, things like narcotics, if you use them too much, you will become resistant to them, just like you could only be under me at the beginning, but now you can not only last for more than an hour, you can even be on top of me--people, always Only by training yourself can you know that you can improve.”

"..." The silver-haired maid was silent for a moment, took out her tool box, and checked to see if she had taken the wrong medicine.

She suspected that what she was taking was not anesthesia, but estrogen.

Sister Jiu stretched her waist: "I thought you were going to cooperate with the Gate of Truth—hmm~ You're making people so tired..."

"The Gate of Truth is not a good partner right now." The silver-haired maid ignored the other party's hints, and raised coffee to her lips: "Compared to the Gate of Truth, the Ninth Bureau is much more suitable. As for the Alchemy Star... I heard It is said that the Alchemy Star Inner Ring Council is discussing the reorganization and wants to establish a formal organization?"

"Well, it seems that because some interesting data has been monitored, everyone thinks it's time to stand up and contribute, but there is no conclusion yet."

"What interesting data?"

"How do I know, it involves the military of the Republic, and I'm not interested in these." Sister Xijiu wrapped her arms around the waist of her maidservant, kissed her neck, and her tone became low: "Don't talk to the truth. Cooperation with Zhimen... I have a grudge with them, and I haven't settled it yet..."

"What are you going to do about your mentor?"

"What should I do? Let me find out. The people who were the closest to controllable nuclear fusion died in a car accident. Those guys delayed Bluestar for 50 years. Now the progress of controllable fusion is that 50 years with no expiration date...what body wash do you use? I love the smell."

"...What are you doing?" Holding a coffee cup, the silver-haired maid looked up at the ceiling: "It's outside."

"I'm just saying hello to you." The wine sister went all the way up her fair neck, kissed the corner of her lips, slid her hand down her wrist, took the cup of coffee and put it away, then crossed her fingers , clasped her hand behind her, and dishonestly pried open her cherry lips, chasing after the scent of coffee left in the silver-haired maid's mouth.

"You... are you saying hello too?" The silver-haired maid's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing inevitably became short of breath.

"No." Sister Jiu looked at the silver-haired maid with nostalgia and sadness in her eyes, like a sad prodigal son, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I am sending out an invitation."

"..."

……

……

"Is this an invitation?"

Aliya looked at the small box in front of her and turned around twice: "Will there be a bomb?"

"The Sansang chaebol won't be so stupid as to kill the heirs of the Song family in this way, unless they want to die." Spicy Chicken Shredded and smacked his lips, and raised the half of the Nanbang special contribution Golden Arch Ginza in his hand: "Isn't that just a fried donut sprinkled with sugar?"

"Otherwise? What else do you want?" Aliya replied without turning her head: "You can be content, it's fine if you don't let you eat fried rice cakes."

At the moment, she is on tiptoe watching the field staff of the Ninth Bureau carefully dismantle the box in the way of dismantling bombs. Even because her head is exposed too much after tiptoe, it is blocked by a huge metal shield, leaving only A small peephole for her to see.

Although it has gone through several inspections, the Ninth Bureau's field work is still very serious. The reason why it was not opened outside is purely out of respect for Aliya's delivery courtesy-we show the box to the recipient. It's like this, we didn't tear it down.

Then take it out in a fair manner and dismantle it...

After a while, the liaison officer checked that there were no bombs, no biological toxins, and no special virus attached to the letter before handing it over to Alia.

Although it sounds absurd, these assassination methods have appeared before. At that time, letters sent to the Pentagon passed through layers of security checks, and they all entered the Pentagon. It was only after they were checked that the letters contained highly poisonous ricin.

This pure natural highly toxic toxin is 7 times stronger than Ke Xue's almond flavor. It only takes [-] mg to kill an adult, which is [-]/[-] of a gram. Maybe someone subconsciously licks their fingers when they read the letter. A little saliva and people are gone.

Aliya shook the letter open, and said some polite words on it, still using the square characters of the Republic, or a brush, and the final inscription was directly the current leader of the Sansang chaebol, the father of the eldest son and the second son.

It seems that in the eyes of the other party, Lianhua already has an equal status with her.

But in fact, Lianhua doesn't care about this invitation letter at all, and she is telling Xiong Luoli a bedtime story at the moment, so she might as well pass the time by secretly flipping through novels like "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me" .

It's the kind of female protagonist who runs with the ball, and then can't meet the male protagonist because of various hardships and disasters. She can only secretly plan while taking care of the child, for the benefit of the male protagonist and the future of the child. The plot is domineering and the plot says Whether it is a classic or a dog blood, it is always very easy to use. Most of them are the routines of the real heroine fighting the green tea bitch.

It's just that compared to the Taoist nun in white who is still in the second grade and the little Taoist nun Liguang who is studying the second grade, Lianhua is the type who is intermittently complacent and persistently eats and waits to die. She will still watch it, but whoever is targeting this matter When she mentioned it, her shame would explode automatically—because she recalled her second-year illness in junior high school. It is said that she had also studied those pure and unaffected heroines at that time, and wanted to do something? moth.

But it turns out that Blue Star's so pure and unpretentious little fairy, currently only has one Ai Xiaobaihua who is eying happily...

Alia once climbed into bed after taking a shower, and found that she was peeking at this kind of book under the covers with a flashlight. For a while, she had the illusion of going back to junior high school, especially when Lianhua read this kind of book and whispered her lines Yes, it is estimated that the sense of immersion is full and quite pleasant.

And Lianhua's reaction after being discovered was to cover her face and twist and wriggle for a long time in embarrassment, trying not to kick Alia off.

There is one thing to say, although the figure of the lotus is very nice, but when twisted, it is actually no different from a large maggot. They are all white and fleshy.

Alia, who let her thoughts fly, came back to her senses, looked at the useless letter in her hand, and threw it aside: "I thought it was some touching love letter or challenge letter, for example, after school. See or something, I didn’t expect it to be—”

The butler Yuko next to him pushed his glasses, picked up the letter, and fixed his gaze on the final autograph and seal for a while, then folded it up and put it away: "I will help Miss Fu prepare for the trip, Miss Ai, please come with me, we need to re-adjust the wearing details of Daming Phoenix Robe."

"Eh? I wore it last time. It's experienced."

"It's different. Last time it was summer, and it was an island climate. This time it was winter. In the inland area, the inner lining and lining inside need to be replaced with other materials. We need a little time to re-customize, and some peripheral products need to be customized according to You can change it to your liking, such as a carpet."

"Uh...carpet?"

"Yes, the carpet." Butler Youzi pushed his glasses: "The phoenix robe of the Great Ming Dynasty appeared here, so it can't be dragged on the carpet that has been trampled on, right? We have prepared several different carpets, and we will lay them all the way Inside the venue, there are other details such as incense.”

"Carpets are also special? Isn't it just the red one? Will it get stuck in the middle of the carpet, and then I will stand there awkwardly and wait?" Alia thought of a certain embarrassing little Jin People—by the way, she kind of likes the statuette with her hair down at the end of the movie.

"That's the plot of the movie, not actually." Butler Yuko is obviously a geek, and I can hear Aliya talking about a movie about a star-lord whose combat power is so good: "Whether you choose a silk carpet or a handmade This kind of embarrassment will not happen even if you have a woolen carpet, please trust our maid team, they are professional."

"But won't this be too ostentatious? And it's so extravagant..."

"Don't worry, these rugs are all recycled."

"Oh, that's good." Aliya nodded, and then remembered that the lotus flower was only a three-world view, and asked curiously: "Is it very expensive? Need to recycle? I read that in the novels of the domineering president, it is all from the overpass. Spread it all the way to someone's bedside, after all, that's the taste of Mary Sue."

"The average price is $30."

"So it's not cheap, it's better to save some money."

"A square meter."

"...Can I step on it barefoot?"

"..."