After Becoming a Little Sister

She was quite unhappy, thinking that the little girl was so fun, if she really lost her memory, it would be good to keep it as a companion for herself, anyway, the Song family did not lack the chopsticks to raise a wealthy idler.

Look, look at the behavior of this evil feudal class landlord Lao Cai!Raising a person is like raising a canary!

It's not just moral depravity, it's moral depravity!

Aliya stood up stubbornly: "Don't say that I can't remember the past, even if I do, and know how I was bumped into the hospital by your second lady, I won't rely on you! I'm good at hands and feet, I can't live by myself? Even if I crawl today, I-"

After speaking, he fell to the ground with a slap, with the quilt on his face, with a stubborn expression and a very sad expression.

Butler Youzi's eyes flickered a little, he was not sure for a moment whether the other party was really arrogant or deliberately created such a drama.

But the little sister of the Song family is a fool, she hurriedly helped her up again, and tried to persuade her, let her take care of her health and find her mother before she leaves, absolutely no one will make irresponsible remarks—after she finished speaking, she would Staring at Butler Yuko with almond eyes of the same style as the lotus, the latter was speechless for a while.

Where are you standing?

Will Alia let Aunt Song go so easily?of course not.

It doesn't matter if you have a meal ticket or not, she is really good at getting along everywhere - even if she doesn't have the force value, at least she has a brain with a little more intelligence, so she doesn't have to worry about going back to her hometown and changing her identity. eat.

But the little sister of the Song family has a lot to do with it, and regardless of Mr. Song who was lying flat before but still full of children and grandchildren, the simple line of lotus and Xiong Luoli is enough for her to kill the little sister of the Song family and not relax, let alone this Inexplicably appeared on the island of worry-free on the earth.

Now she suspects that Mr. Song, Lao Shizi, is her colleague, and he is also someone who came through to make trouble.

It's just that compared to her route of victory by force, the other party chose a business start—better than entertainment. Don't write novels or make movies for anything these days. It is said that when the threshold is low, it is suitable to be a copywriter when starting a business. "Crazy Stone" or "The Blair Witch", if you don't copy "Fights Break Sphere" or "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation", it is not considered to transfer the culture of the earth, but in fact everyone knows that writing bad Internet articles is a dead end.

After all, this thing is basically a common people's music, and it has nothing to do with elegance, it is not as good as a movie - even illiterates can enter the movie theater, and it is cross talk again.

Aliya came here to retreat and make up for the small hole she dug for herself before, and passed this level without incident.

So what is left is to figure out the situation first, then find the little partner and Chuan Guo Yuxi, and finally think about how to go home.

……go home?

She looked down at the palm of her hand, suddenly a little sad.

Now, what home should I go back to...

"..."

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"Name."

"Zhuang Guangrui."

"age."

"24."

"gender!"

"……male."

"gender!"

"male."

"gender--"

"Did I say it's over?" Khaki raised his head wildly and helplessly, looking at the dazzling light in front of him and the two faces behind the light: "Brother just ask a few times, I was pretending before, didn't I have a physical examination before?" ?”

"Physical examinations are physical examinations, inquiries are inquiries, and important things are asked three times."

A middle-aged man in charge of the interrogation twisted the range of the light, and his tone was not too strong: "Young man, it's okay to make a mistake. You said that you are so young, why did you walk in a crooked way?"

"……I do not have."

"You don't? Good guy, fully armed. The elite mercenaries in the Middle East are not as many as you. The gun set is like a Christmas tree. The logistics side checked the number and rifling of the gun. This is not a new gun. It’s been used for a long time—how long have you been in this business? Why can’t you think about bringing people home? If you put this behavior in wartime, it’s a traitor, you know?”

The wild khaki color can be seen, this buddy is just a talker, or a red face.

The one next to him with a cold expression is the one who sings a bad face—later he should beat the side drum for himself and wake up.

Sure enough, after he rambled and said a lot, the cold-faced man was ready to strike hard.

I saw the other party brewing emotions, knocked on the table, and said coldly: "Okay, you—"

"Crunch—"

The door was opened, and a man with a general star on his shoulder came in: "Stop."

The cold-faced man choked in his throat, looked back in dissatisfaction, and then was taken aback: "General!"

"Well, you guys go down, the follow-up interrogation will be taken over by the national security department." The man with the general star waved his hand: "All the information so far, all transferred over - you have gone through the confidentiality process."

"Yes!"

The two interrogators looked at each other, and both saw the subtle emotions in each other's eyes.

How did you startle this one?

After they went out, another team of young ladies came in, and four or five people occupied the original interrogation positions.

The man with the general star didn't go out either. He just took out the cigarette case and put a cigarette in his mouth. Then he seemed to think of something, and looked up at the khaki wild man: "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"

"...I don't mind." Khaki tugged wildly at the silver bracelet in his hand, with a tired expression on his face.

This thing locked him tightly, and he couldn't even rub his forehead. His headache has not been relieved much until now, and it all depends on his willpower.

How else can I say that it is Wei Guangzheng's protagonist, but I can still hold back and talk to my own people calmly. If the protagonists of Hollywood X are used to perform, everyone will be bitter and bitter at the moment. Wronged resentment.

The general thought for a while, opened the door and said something to the people outside, and then someone came in and untied the silver bracelet for the khaki man.

Immediately afterwards, a glass of chocolate milk was placed in front of him, and the general raised his hand: "Your companions have tried different drinks, and it is generally said that chocolate milk can effectively relieve headaches—drink some?"

"...Thank you." Khaki took a deep look at him wildly, then drank half a glass in a big gulp, and then exhaled hot air.

"Mr. Zhuang, I am a staff member of the intelligence department directly under the national security department." A young lady took out a retro pen and spread out two pages of paper: "Can you tell me in detail how you appeared in that area? "

Khaki wildly and keenly discovered the other party's word - appear.

This has a very different meaning. The previous interrogators thought he sneaked in, but now he appeared.

He pondered for a moment: "If I say that I am a member of the Republic, do you believe it?"

"Of course I believe that, whether it's your accent or your appearance, you are a republican through and through."

They didn't say that during the previous physical examination, blood samples were taken for gene sequencing, which proved that the other party was not an alien and had a pure blood.

But this is of no use—the Republic itself is a country with cultural identity, a large group with the most complex composition and the most harmonious interior in the whole world, not to mention the wild khaki color against the faces of the Chinese people, even if he is the most With the face of an alien, who can speak Mandarin fluently, and who has a heart for Red Star, he is also one of his own.

Of course, some rich people with alien heads on their heads are not counted, the road is narrowed, and they have to be interviewed by the Quartet...

"I was carrying out a very special mission before." Khaki Kuangfang tried his best to use words carefully: "The mission location is a small border town in Russia, located in the Moscow area... In terms of staffing, it is probably..."

As he recalled, he said that the young lady from the intelligence department did not interrupt the whole process, but just wrote the content on the paper rustlingly.

The general man looked at it for a while, then turned his head and went out, meeting with several experts in white coats who rushed over from the door.

"Where is the person?" An old expert at the head rushed over: "Where is the person?!"

"Inquire inside." The general hurriedly stopped the boss: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry-ask first and then talk!"

"Hundreds of thousands of tons of soil and rock, and such a large special structure building, can you move in? You can move in!" The old expert was not happy, and jumped anxiously: "You are delaying things! They have Greater value! I'll dissect one—just one!"

"..."

The general broke out in a cold sweat. Why does the Academy of Sciences still talk about slice studies these days? Isn’t it all about minimally invasive blood draws?

He stopped here, and the other party wanted to break in, and there were many people who followed behind - from the General Logistics Department, the General Staff, the National Security, the Academy of Sciences, the Quantum Mechanics, and even a few military industries. son of a bitch.

No, why did you come to join in the fun?

The general had a lawsuit on his forehead, so he stopped him, but at this moment the door of the room was opened, and a young lady from the intelligence department came out with a very serious expression, and glared at the people outside, like a little female leopard , Even the old experts were taken aback.

After the bustling voice subconsciously quieted down, she turned to look at the general, raised her hand and handed out a note with numbers and letters on it, and said coldly: "The authorization code is correct!"

"... How tall?"

"Taller than you!"

The general stopped talking, put the cigarette that was almost burning to his fingers into his mouth, took a deep breath, his eyes were foggy.

Then he exhaled a faint puff of smoke, and casually put the cigarette butt in his hand on the top of the trash can next to him: "This is not something we can get involved in, take it to the headquarters and report it—"

As he spoke, he looked back at the eager old expert, pressed his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Old man, don't be impulsive!"

"I'm not impulsive! I'll just take a look! Just take a look!"

"It doesn't work if you look at it. This time it's a big deal. Do you remember the last top-secret mission you participated in?"

The old expert froze for a moment, then calmed down, staring at the other person's face: "What happened?"

"Big deal!"

"Is it as big as it was back then?"

"I don't know, but as far as I look at it now, it's almost the same."

"...I understand." The old expert turned around neatly, and then waved his hand: "Go! Don't get stuck here! I'll beat anyone who doesn't leave!"

Not to mention his identity as an expert whose name cannot be disclosed to the public, simply because of his age, it would be useless to hit anyone, and it is absolutely impossible to fight back. He even had to pose properly to prevent the old man from twisting his waist and hurting his arms and legs. Son.

Old experts are better at driving people away than generals. When all the people are cleared out, they will be replaced by a team of quick-response troops who came over to take over the defense in an emergency. The emblem hanging on their shoulders is very tacky, a golden meandering dragon.

The general raised his eyebrows: "There really are dragon groups? Isn't this the same thing as street stall novels?"

"Yes, and no." The young lady of the intelligence department hugged the clipboard in front of her chest with both hands: "But if they confirm that it is really... cough, then I'm afraid there must be one, and speaking of which department did the old man belong to? Such a big face?"

"You're still young, so it's normal not to know him." The general took out his pocket, switched on the last cigarette, and sighed: "He hasn't had a name for decades, and his relatives and friends even think that his family is gone. It exists——Does Lop Nur know? Besides him, there were also a group of old gentlemen who were like this.”

The young lady from the intelligence department immediately stood up in awe: "I understand!"

"You understand again, the country can't honor them publicly, but internally, no one has to give them face. Your section chief didn't dare to stare at his old man like this... Where are those girls? I really confirmed that it's the Song family. of?"

"How should I put it—" Miss Intelligence Division sighed: "General, do you believe in the Pisces Jade Pendant?"

"..."

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Earth Deutsche Baden-Baden

The Great Demon King turned over from the ruins and pushed away a few bricks and wood that were pressing on him.