After Becoming a Little Sister

PS: Touching fish is a lesson for sea otters!

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1163 1120.4-Poisonous milk is crooked, but it's okay

Good guy, Aliya called the good guy.

What will happen if the milk beer rhubarb becomes milk beer dajin?

The result is similar to the way you speak now—Alia said in her heart that you should not just shake people and shake the little angel out.

And it's not the silly little angel of the earth, but the little angel of Blue Star who went to the world of grace to paint pictures.

Aliya, who is well aware of her homophobic nature, now has no doubt that the little angel is played by the other party in the applause and has become the strongest tool person.

But it's not bad, she knows that her good friend will do this, and she also knows that there are a few things that her good friend will definitely not do.

For example, if the little angel is played badly, a good friend will not have this strength, inheriting his own body, even if he just sits upright, he can be said to be invincible in the three realms.

That's a real God's Grace World Human Race Emperor's replica!Is the golden toilet sitting for nothing?

And with good friends and old folks looking after her, there is a high probability that the little angel will not be able to use her identity to spoil the world of grace.

This wave, this wave is called mutual checks and balances, and Old Britain has operated.

So in the final result, there is a high probability that the little angel has learned all the skills and played a happy online social stand-alone RPG. My old buddies use the mighty power of the strongest fighter inherited by the little angel to implement some new strategies and points. Everyone wins.

Of course, some unexpected situations are not ruled out, for example, the old guys want to come and play on a whim.

Back then, at least the protagonist group in the Divine Favor World knew that the head of the legion was from outside the territory, and even thought that he was from the same place as those outside gods.

And the reason why dragons, a perennially neutral race, support him may not be without the idea of ​​"defeating magic with magic". After all, they have tried for four eras, but they have not been able to cultivate their own patrons. Way that we imagined was good.

Facts have proved that this is very useful, even a bit too useful. The original racial barriers were broken. After the sleeping Outer God woke up, he faced the righteous gang fights of the entire divine world. The legion commander chose to retreat due to the mighty power displayed.

This is also the main reason why the legion leader can retire with peace of mind—the remaining crises in the corners are not so much a crisis as an opportunity to bond the various races together, and there is no need for him to hang up like this The bulldozer is gone.

It can even be said that because of his existence, the newly formed alliance of intelligent species in the Divine Grace World has fallen into a state of stagnation. When a civilized leader is so powerful that he is invincible and looks like a god, the fanatical trend of personality worship will suppress the original Contradictions make those contradictions that may be detected in the early stage become deep and uncontrollable.

Once such a civilization loses such a leader in the follow-up, it will face the dilemma of all hidden dangers and contradictions bursting out in an instant. There is no chance of excessive, and it will turn from prosperity to decline or even collapse in just a few decades.

After all, the head of the legion is from the earth. What happened in the former Soviet Union? The emperors who loved the power and position in the past dynasties refused to let go. In the end, the princes of Kowloon seized the throne. The example of the collapse of the entire empire, the nine-year obligation Education speaks for itself.

To tell the truth, she had been thinking about it in the early years, if those emperors could choose to back down voluntarily and get on their horses to accompany them for a ride, would they at least be able to complete a smooth transition in this stage of power transfer.

And when this kind of thinking is fed back to a biological evolutionary civilization, it has to change from retreat to disappearance-it may sound a bit cruel, but if the legion leader does not disappear, whether it is a good opinion or a hidden second-five boy, absolutely They will be completely suppressed by his words.

On the other hand, if the head of the legion just disappears, then everyone has to worry about the existence of such a mighty god who used to be like a god. Maybe for a long time after that, you have to restrain yourself when making choices or planning tricks. One day the head of the legion descended from the sky to clean up everything again.

The little angel borrowed the body of the legion leader, which in a sense avoided this problem. After all, the strength was weak and he did not have the wrist of the legion leader. The overwhelming absolute factor became a controllable variable now.

As for accidents...

Unless his old buddies are crazy, or the little angel can have the same mighty power as the legion leader in his heyday in the shortest period of time, otherwise it will not break Alia's original expected plan for civilization development.

And infighting or something, isn't that a problem in every civilization?Reasonable competition can promote cultural development instead.

As for the unreasonable infighting—is it true that the First Human Race Legion is a vegetarian?

Even if the Dragon Slaying Brave wants to become a dragon, it is not so easy. After all, half of the power of the First Human Race Legion back then came from that one person, and the remaining power was just stuck on the edge of deterrence.

Anyway, in Alia's impression, the old pope of the human species, the old dragon king of the giant dragon species, the supreme council of the elf species, and the old foxes of the orc species are not fuel-efficient lamps. After the new strategic deterrence is mutually achieved, No one would be foolish enough to break this delicate situation.

"Unless the human species has a brand new strategic deterrent method...such as a new legion commander...or a super-strategic weapon of the same level as the Flügel's Heaven on Earth Holy Day Cradle..."

Aliya muttered in a trance, and then burped full of milk.

Yes, I ate too many egg tarts before...

"Aya? Are you okay?" Jin Chashu touched Aliya in a daze: "Why are you so stupid all of a sudden?"

"I'm full." Aliya came back to her senses: "Good sister, stop breastfeeding, you won't be able to eat anymore."

"Milk? Eat?" Jin Chashu subconsciously looked down at his neck.

Aliya also looked over, then turned her gaze back and glanced at her neck down naturally, only to find that the other party was indescribable, and she seemed to be able to pass the trial.

Then what he got was the guilt-filled consolation of the golden char siew: "Aya, you are still young, aren't you only 18? There is still a chance to develop..."

Although everyone knows that the little angel here is 24 years old, and he is still a happy and simple person sitting in the airport, with no progress.

"Hey, compared to this topic, let's solve your family affairs, miss." The khaki-colored elder sister hurriedly read the air to change the topic: "Well, you didn't say that sister Yu'er is going to resign, right?"

He pointed to the little angel's clumsy way of explaining and persuading, and reminded Alia's mother to be gone soon.

There is one thing to say, if you really become a stepmother to the point of Zhanlan, then you are no different from your own mother—it’s better to say that compared to the two mothers in Alia’s family who are too capable and have too many responsibilities, they are more like A mother in the traditional sense.

At least on the Blue Star side, everyone knows that Alia is the mother of two.

The only thing missing is a legal wing knot - crossed out - an opportunity for Mr. Ai to formally confess.

And in the tacit understanding of the protagonist group, it is simply an unspoken consensus to make this happy girl a little more concerned.

Especially with her last special personality that lost all humanity and almost descended from God, everyone has seen how Zhanlan awakened her, but the mother is so strange...

Well, the khaki-colored sister once suspected that the reason why Alia could become so strong was because she had the ability to want to beat up her own mother violently in the future, and converted this kinetic energy into reality, plus a little adventure, it would be Became what it is now.

Sure enough, when it comes to things like real mom monsters and real mom monsters, Alicia becomes extra serious.

Seeing that the little angel was about to cry, Aliya walked over and grabbed the phone: "Ahem... Aunt Lan?"

"... Xiaoya? What's wrong with you?"

This kind of operation sounds like a temporary number change. If it weren't for the almost similar voice, Zhan Lan would have thought it was a change.

In fact, my mother blamed me for not telling me about having an extra daughter. After all, talking about it would only increase my distress.

And even though the timeline is distorted and weird, at this time, Zhanlan and Ai Rulong are still recovering from their injuries in Thailand, and there is no room for them to come back.

As long as you don't say anything and don't get discovered, it can be treated as nothing happened—probably that's what the two mothers and monsters thought.

"I'm fine. You said before that you want to resign?"

"...Well, I decided to take a break for a while."

"Is it deducting wages or my dad made you work overtime again? I'll scold him right now."

"No, I'm just a little tired."

"That's it." Aliya sat down, thought for a while, and looked at the ceiling: "But is this okay?"

"what?"

"I mean, is it really okay to leave the job so suddenly? You see, you have been my father's secretary for more than ten years, right?"

"Yes." Zhanlan paused for a moment, her tone filled with emotion, "Maybe it's because it's been too long, so some things... Maybe you need to distance yourself to see clearly, but it doesn't matter, I—"

"Then have you selected a replacement? If Aunt Lan recommends it, my father should accept it."

Aliya didn't want Zhanlan to describe her inner activities at all, but instead acted as if she was doing her best for her sake.

"I... do have a few good candidates..."

Although the words were not bad, Zhan Lan knew that those few people might have to go together to complete the work in her hands.

After all these years, she is not so much an assistant to the secretary, but rather the second in command of the entire Leah Fund.

"So, it doesn't matter if there is another person beside my father?"

"Change someone——Xiao Ya, what are you talking about, I... don't quite understand..."

"Even if there is suddenly a woman next to my father who covets his money, tries her best to seduce him, wants to live in my house in the future, occupies my mother's wardrobe, and beats me like a vicious fairy-tale stepmother. Is it okay?"

"..."

"Father, didn't he keep you?"

"...No, the chairman said... just pretend nothing happened—but I don't want nothing to happen."

"That's right." Aliya looked down and sighed: "That kind of wood who knows everything, but pretends that nothing happened, is uncomfortable, right?"

On the other end of the phone, leaning against the soft pillows on the bed, Zhanlan cast her gaze out of the window.

"Well... it's really a bit... Xiaoya, you've grown up..."

"So, if you want to leave, I support you. If you haven't received any response for so many years, no matter whether Aunt Lan wants to leave or wants to take revenge, I will support you—but, if at this time If you leave, you lose."

"What did you lose?" Zhan Lan sniffed, her pupils reflecting the setting sun outside the window: "Aunt Lan doesn't understand..."

"...Let's go then." From the other end of the phone, Alia comforted softly, like a feather fluttering in my ears: "No matter where Aunt Lan went, I will remember it... After so many years, I remember everything, but I feel a little... lonely."

"..."

Zhan Lan let go of the phone from her ear, holding it with both hands hanging in front of her body, drops of water dripped onto the screen.

What lit up on the screen was a screenshot of the smiling face taken from the group photo of the little angel and Zhanlan hugging each other. At that time, the little angel was still a child, and the little angel now is still a child in her eyes.

"...too cunning..."

Zhan Lan's body slowly fell down, curled up, holding the phone in the palm of her hand, her voice was crying.

"Using this kind of expression...it's really too cunning...you obviously didn't know anything before—you are just like your father! You are really too cunning! Why—"

"Because I pretended not to know." Alia replied softly through the microphone of the mobile phone: "Sister Yu'er can always be by my side."

Outside the door of the ward, Ai Rulong leaned against the wall, his eyes were blank.

On the other side of the door frame was Bi Bei who was silently taking out his earphones. This ordinary uncle driver tried his best to control his expression.

But after thinking about it, he still took out his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed it to Ai Rulong as a gesture.

The latter's eyes turned around, with the coercion of a long-standing superiority in his eyes, which was comparable to the aura of the mall lord who frightened and cried Xiao Chan when the blood-handed man Tu Ning Liheng crossed over, his eyes were cold.

The Bi Bei in this world is not the confidant of Ai Rulong on the Blue Star side—even though the desire to survive is almost the same.

The unremarkable uncle driver just smiled, pointed to the earphones in his ears, and then put the cigarette in his hand on the guardrail next to him.

As a man, he knew that it was better not to say anything at this time than to say everything.

Ai Rulong picked up the cigarette, took out one clumsily, and then realized that he didn't have a lighter on him.

He smokes but is not addicted, and rarely touches alcohol. He takes a little time every day to maintain a basic amount of activity, and his sleep time is fairly regular.