After Becoming a Little Sister

The entire XIG air base is busy working, hundreds of staff take the tourists out in an orderly manner, and they need to be treated and guided.

Those staff members wearing metallic mechanical prosthetic limbs and uniforms seemed to be accustomed to such "big scenes" and were very calm.

On the contrary, the tourists narrowly escaped death, crying, and all kinds of chaos.

Mother blamed herself as one of the few chaotic tourists who didn’t respond. Naturally, no one cared about her. She just registered her name after confirming that she was not injured, and stuffed a lot of towels, energy supplements, and spares in her hand. Clothes or something, tell her where to go if she needs a change of laundry, and off she goes.

More than 3000 tourists and more than 1000 crew members. This was originally a huge lineup of "victims". In the bottom hangar of the XIG air base, which is so spacious that you can't see the side, it's like throwing two people into a super huge stadium. The phalanxes of the three schools were equally inconspicuous, and the ignorant children ran around heartlessly, scurrying around as if they were exploring.

Listening to the voices of the tourists and their families reporting that they were safe, my mother took out her phone subconsciously.

Unlike her individual heroism, Aliya—her own daughter, the tyrant of the dark world, always seems to like big scenes.

Suppress others, like big scenes, rescue others, prefer saturation rescue.

If it was me, what could I do in the face of such a disaster?

She thought about it, at best she stopped the two ships and tried to drive them back to the port.

... No, normal people would never think of opening an air base to come to the rescue, so this is not my problem, it is my daughter's problem.

Thinking of this, she looked down at her phone, feeling a little 'scared' to call her daughter.

Because she doesn't know whether the daughter she is about to face is the child who will cry and call her mother, or the terrifying superior who can mobilize the camps of human and alien civilizations to rescue a cruise ship with angels and dragons.

If it's just that there is such a high-ranking person, then she doesn't care - Huanxi Guanmen people have always been top-notch, and they don't care about power.

An Neng smashes his eyebrows and bends his waist to serve the rich and powerful, which makes me unhappy.

But my daughter overlapped with the high-ranking person, and the chaotic perception made my mother feel faint stomach cramps, which meant that she was nervous.

Silently, she stood there for a while, when suddenly she heard the sound of hurried footsteps and a faintly quiet noise from her side.

what happened?

As she thought about it, she subconsciously looked back. There was neither murderous intent nor any mighty power behind her. She was really not alert.

Then she saw her master rushing over and stabbing her into her arms: "Mom!"

"...???"

Subconsciously embracing the figure, my mother opened her mouth, her brain seemed to be rusted.

no--

——Why did I say no——no, who is this?

When the line of sight was finally focused and he could clearly see the other party's familiar yet unfamiliar black robe embroidered with golden cloud and dragon patterns, the broken thoughts were picked up.

Oh, it was my mother... Pooh!So it's my daughter... wait... who the hell is this?

Those onlookers who looked at the figure of the Xuanpao Tyrant in amazement witnessed a mother-daughter meeting, so they looked away and continued to chatter.

Without him, Xuanpao Tyrant's appearance and clothes are still eye-catching even in this chaotic scene. As for the face of the fairy sister, it doesn't matter to the staff of the XIG air base-their non-disclosure agreement What I remember here is the khaki wildness and Alia's face, that is the commander.

The mother was strangely stiff, looked at the 'daughter' in her arms, and after a while said hoarsely: "You..."

"What's the matter with you, Ma Ma?" Lu Yanqing raised her head, her big eyes were like a cute innocent girl: "Are you okay?"

No, I'm fine, but I think you're fine.

The mother took a deep breath and pushed her away: "Is this fun?"

"Fun?" Lu Yan tilted her head, just like the innocent little angel back then.

To be precise, it was the little angel who pretended to be a little angel after the little angel left—the cute and cute psychopath who pretended to be cute.

But what does it matter?

The sad thing is that the mother monster loves the little angel who left, but she is not familiar with it.

On the contrary, most of her 'deep impression' of her daughter came from Fairy Ai after her arrival.

In her opinion, the daughter who is not good at expressing herself is the past, and the daughter who is hugging herself is the real one.

It is reasonable for children to have different growth stages.

As for the domineering one later, it was a fake, an old monster who put on the shell of his own child to deceive himself.

It looks like a three-part family drama, the temptation to go home at eight o'clock.

Lu Yanqing was a little timid, a little sad, and a little pitiful like a small animal after being abandoned.

My mother squinted her eyes slightly, feeling a little bit puzzled, always feeling that something was wrong.

This demeanor...

If it's that domineering, willful tyrant who almost ignores rules and order, would he really be able to do it?

My mother made up for the existence of her master's level, hugging someone and calling her mother, and there was a momentary fragment of her thoughts.

But it's different, my master is different from Lu Yanqing, my mother took a deep breath: "Finally, who are you...?"

"I am me!" Lu Yan twisted her little hands, at a loss: "I, I am not someone..."

This answer is the same as the answer. My mother blames that the last time I heard such a useful answer was the last time.

With a serious look in her eyes, she raised her hand and slashed down with a hand knife, with great force, merciless, and her murderous intent soared.

However, the black-robed tyrant who could stop adults from crying at night in the dark world just shrank his neck and subconsciously closed his eyes, looking obediently and frightened.

The mother's strange hand knife was fixed in front of Lu Yanqing's forehead, and the strong wind whizzed past her head, blowing up the hair on both sides. The silver hair had a deep metallic texture, and the bright red between the eyebrows was even more so. Burning like a fire, it doesn't look like a disguise.

My mother felt a little bad premonition in her heart, her pupils shrank slightly, her palms curled back for a moment, and then went down again, pressing down on her face.

Lu Yanqing opened her eyes and realized that she hadn't been hacked. She subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and pouted dissatisfiedly: "Mom——what are you doing!"

It seemed that her mother blamed the soaring murderous intentions for not having any effect at all, she just felt that her mother was going to knock her on the head.

The mother grabbed her cheek, then withdrew her hand with an extremely complicated expression, her thoughts were confused.

It's not disguise...

It wasn't Yi Rong's words—she stretched out her hand again, pressed Lu Yanqing's shoulder, and squeezed down along her shoulder.

After a while, my mother took back her hand and took half a step back: "How could it be...impossible..."

Two people!There are exactly the same bones? !

Even if it is the self in the parallel world and the other self, it is impossible to be similar to this point, and there will always be subtle differences in the differences in acquired growth.

But Lu Yanqing——without disguise, Lu Yanqing who looks like this, has exactly the same bones as her daughter Alia, they are almost the same person.

What's even more frightening is that her current demeanor, her current attitude and tone, is clearly her own daughter...

The confused mother shook her head subconsciously, wondering if she was having a nightmare or died.

However, she used her blood to make sure that the breath she exhaled was still hot, and her body functions were normal—even with a little effort—to confirm that this was not a dream.

There is nothing wrong with me, but there is something wrong with Lu Yanqing on the opposite side.

"you--"

"jump----"

There was a slight chord sound, and my mother's eyes suddenly changed: "Be careful!"

Lu Yanqing's eyes also changed suddenly, and the mighty murderous aura swept across the entire warehouse on the ground floor like the huge waves that could smash the cruise ship before.

The Xuanpao was windless and automatic, with silver hair raised, and instantly transformed from that cute and lovely daughter into the tallest and tallest tyrant.

She reached out and grabbed the black light from the electric shot, a short matte color crossbow bolt was frozen in her palm and could not be stored.

And at the end of the line of sight, a man who looked like an innocent tourist barely dropped his clothes. Before he could look back, his pupils trembled.

Empty into the crossbow? !

Looking at the Xuanpao Tyrant's gaze, his gaze forcibly turned into curiosity, seemingly casually sized it up, and then swept away.

The corner of Lu Yanqing's mouth twitched into a treacherous smile, and he finished pinching the fine steel crossbow that could penetrate steel plates, ignoring the poisonous deep purple luster on it.

She raised her chin slightly, just such a gesture, complemented by the straightening of her waist, immediately changed her aura.

"Aren't you protecting everything, Lu Wuxia, your daughter is right in front of you, but you just say be careful—leave it to me."

"you--"

"What?" Lu Yan looked at her mother and wondered, "What's the dissatisfaction?"

"..."

"Oh, you mean my face?" Lu Yanqing pointed at her own face, then raised her sleeve to wipe it, and her face almost changed into that of a little angel in the blink of an eye.

"?!"

"You think this is your daughter, don't you?"

It's different from the time when the little angel's temperament was touching Lu Yanqing's face before, but now it's reversed.

Wearing the waistcoat and aura of a tyrant in black robes, Aliya raised her hand to straighten the collar of her mother thoughtfully, and said what her mother said: "You are such a big person, don't change your clothes quickly when they get wet, in case you catch a cold What should I do? I am worried about you, and your master is also worried about you—both of your masters."

As she said that, she pressed her daughter's face towards her, and whispered in her own mother's strange ear: "Your daughter is already dead, when she was three years old, when she was six years old, when she was born, or... when……"

After finishing speaking, Aliya stepped back, blew a kiss to her mother, turned around, and the hem of her black robe fluttered.

"Someone—take that guy up."

Momentum Niuzi jumped over and landed: "Which one?"

"The one who interrupted the good time of communication between me and my dearest person, does he still want to hide?"

The Dark World Mouse, which had been dormant among the tourists before, had already hid itself among the crowd, but this was a secret room and there was nowhere to escape.

Speaking of which, he is also obsessed with ghosts. He dares to do something in this kind of place. He is really not afraid of death...

The dynamic girl flashed out her electronic eyes and scanned around, and the rabbit jumped over to fight with that guy a few times, knocked him into the air with a backhand elbow, and then held it down.

Other operatives of the APEX unit rushed over and pinned that man down, good guy, assassinate the boss in front of everyone, slapping the face in public is the right thing to do!

Only then did Alia sneer, and looked at the tourists who didn't know why: "It's okay, what should you do, that guy is a wanted criminal hiding among the tourists, we checked the list of tourists and it doesn't match him, everything else is fine Don't worry, everyone, we will definitely send you back."

Suddenly, everyone's doubts and anxiety turned into curiosity, and they chatted about topics such as 'I think he looks like a bad guy', 'Is there a bounty for the wanted criminal', and the accident at sea became part of their conversation.

Seeing that Aliya was about to leave, my mother subconsciously stopped her: "Wait!"

Alicia turned her head: "What's wrong?"

"You...you explain it clearly!" My mother took a deep breath and made up her mind: "Don't play charades, what happened! Tell me!"