After Becoming a Little Sister

In fact, Arya has little interest in going to the Nanbang dungeon.

The storm in the Northland was far more severe than she had imagined. The original Big Crawler and the later Demon Star King Killer were both existences who could get to the bottom of the stage to become the finale boss, and now they have been swiped out for no reason. , On the one hand, I feel the illogical and realistic magic of fate, and on the other hand, I really have a sense of achievement in overcoming the big devil with difficulty.

Now that I've cleared all the level 100 bosses, let me go back and get a level 30 normal version, at most a group of mobs plus a few elite monsters?

Although it is said that the embers of the fire pass of King Xin may not be able to beat the three wild dogs, but I always feel that something is not right.

Arya thought about it, and then she could see the three big characters of 'locking skills' from the words - she was no longer a black-robed tyrant.

The real black-robed tyrant is capable of cutting meteorites with a sword, and she can't even move when she puts on a three-hundred-kilogram Infinite Armor.

Others fight monsters and upgrade on the spot, but even though they have dropped monsters, they are forced to hang in a weak state. The blood bar bottoms out and the blue bar directly burns out. No matter how you look at it, you are a disabled protagonist——Remnant Blood La The Erhu's probably also has the same mentality as her now, that is, she wants to go out and wave.

Arya understands the meaning of the Q version of the Quantum Dragon God very well, which is to let herself rest. After the rest, he will arrange some strange opponents to level up for her. Well, tool people, cultivate carefully, and squeeze out the biggest in the shortest time. use value.

Thanks to Blue Star, there are only 24 hours a day, and the time has not been distorted to the extent that the number of hours every day has been changed. Otherwise, the Q version of Quantum Dragon God might be able to spend 23 and a half hours on the road of leveling up.

What can she say?Beat and beat - you betrayed the working class!Grass mud horse!

"But I will not give in. Only by walking on the edge of life and death can I enjoy the true meaning of life."

Arya said this, waving her hand as though she was making a statement: "Powerful conservatism always forces people who are truly seeking freedom to stop, just as they force an artist to repeat the same work over and over again, once a certain Pianists are good at Beethoven's third piano concerto, then they will be afraid to try Beethoven's fourth, but I am different!"

Brother Qiang's heart is to save his life. He is the one who can survive safely at the end of the horror movie. He lives from the beginning to the end and has a lot of scenes.

But Aaliyah's heart is arbitrary. She is the kind of person who tries all kinds of counterattacks in horror movies, including but not limited to using chocolate and plastic wrap to fight against various evil forces. If the Chainsaw Horror catches her, As the prey, it's hard to say who will be frightened in the end.

Spicy chicken shreds just walked in with a bowl of beef offal and his eyes lit up when he heard the words: "You actually know this sentence?"

"...what?"

"That line from Beethoven's Third Piano Concerto—if the performance of this piece is a hit on Long Island, it's no surprise that the wave of victory will also blow to Connecticut, my favorite pianist Glenn Gould's famous quote!"

"Which one is Glenn Gould..." Arya scratched her head, she herself forgot where she saw that sentence.

"He's a musician with eccentricities. I liked his Goldberg Variations the most at the time." Spicy Chicken knew at a glance that Alia was not a suitable discussant for this topic, and waved his hand and didn't care: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand , he withdrew from the stage very early, announced that he would no longer perform in public in his 30s, and died young in his 50s. Although that guy is a genius, he is also a genius among geniuses, and he also suffers from social terror. A lot came out."

Obviously, Mala Chicken is also a genius with eccentricities. She is not a fan of mainstream entertainment, just like she likes to try roadside stalls. The most expensive and least expensive part, but you like to eat burdock when you eat beef offal with spicy chicken?

Arya fiddled with the beef offal in her bowl with a bamboo skewer, and exchanged glances with Khaki Wild. Everyone thought that they hated iron and not steel, not because they hated spicy chicken for being stupid and cute, but I hate this kind of junk food that is shoddy and shoddy.

"The radish was only scratched once at first glance. It tasted scum, and it failed." Alia inserted a piece of radish and threw it into her mouth. After chewing a few times, her expression became contemptuous: "And it's not tasty, just look at it. It’s just boiled and thrown in as a side dish, without soup.”

"It's all burdock and beef lung. At first glance, it looks like a stingy merchant, and the ingredients are not up to standard." Khaki Wild also shook his head: "And this soup base is obviously made of beef paste and water, no."

The khaki color is wild and I can see that the soup base is not good at a glance, because the traditional Cantonese beef offal is an old soup boiled with beef bones, and some old shops even have old flower carvings to enhance the flavor, but this one is obviously even thick soup. Treasures are not willing to use, clear soup with little water, whether it looks or smells, it smells like industrial essence.

"What is burdock?" Spicy Chicken Shreds recalled the Mandarin he had learned: "Isn't that... um, a plant? This is a plant?"

"The dialect here in Lingnan is called burdock, but it's actually the pancreas of a cow." Alia flipped over and picked a piece of beef lung to dip it in the sauce, her expression became subtle: "This dip is also normal— —Where did you buy this kind of beef offal that the new store is not as good as?"

"Street stall." Spicy chicken shreds didn't take it seriously, he ate it with relish, and said vaguely: "It's just at the gate of Dongshan, I think it's delicious."

Khaki Wild took the half bamboo stick that Alia had broken and handed him, and tasted a piece of beef lung, then rolled up his sleeves and walked out the door: "This guy doesn't even have water for half-finished beef offal. It's clean, and the smell of the water is so heavy, who gave him the courage to come to Dongshan University to open a stall? I'll clean him up now!"

Spicy Chicken Silk happily looked at the wild khaki back: "You people in the Republic are really picky, I think this is delicious."

In fact, Spicy Chicken Shreds is a person with very low material needs. She doesn't like Lafite Patrillo, and she doesn't care about the common types of film and television works such as Romanée Conti. Instead, she likes Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon. This kind of wine is not considered expensive from beginning to end, and even more so when you eat, you can eat whatever you want. The expensive ones don’t feel rare, and the cheap ones don’t feel shabby.

It's like drinking red wine from childhood to big lotus, but actually likes the domestic sweet red wine of Changbai Mountain. It is said that the sweetness is not so sour and difficult to drink. For them, Alia just didn't do it. Know what it means to be considered a little fairy in high society.

Even if you study luxury and waste, you can't find a suitable partner. These two guys who are ranked in the top ten of the Blue Star Rich Women's List are really easy to support in terms of food and drink.

"Speaking of which, you seem to like eating roadside stalls?"

"Didn't a traveler say that the real food is in the folk?" Spicy Chicken Shreds was puzzled: "Is there something wrong?"

"If it was gourmet food, it would have been bigger and stronger. Because of the large number of customers, it would have been upgraded from a roadside stall to an old restaurant, okay?" Alia was a little helpless covering her forehead: "Even if you look down on the commercial dishes of the hotel, It’s time to go and look at famous or serious shops, those shops are responsible for the monthly rent of utilities, and if they don’t care about attracting customers, they will really lose money.”

"Eh?!" Spicy Chicken Shreds screamed as if the worldview had been impacted: "Then my roadside food cruise plan isn't—"

"Think about it with your business thinking. Most of the things like roadside stalls now make quick money. It's okay to subsidize households. They are essentially a variant of fast food. Dedicate your time and mind to cooking food, you are cutting people's fortunes."

"Ah, I want to find a good surprise..." When it comes to the business level, Spicy Chicken Shreds understands as soon as he hears it, and suddenly realizes: "How can this happen..."

So she felt that the beef offal in her hand suddenly became unpleasant: "Thanks I gave him a lot of tips!"

"I guess it's because I think the crooked nuts are easy to deceive." Alia grieved: "This is for sure that you are a passenger and will not look back."

There are many such guys in the major attractions, who only do one-way business. It is not so much that they are careless, but they have a clear positioning and are quite business-minded. Anyway, there are always tourists with stupid money and a lot of money. Tourists who are dissatisfied also come. Always go.

There is no turning back, no one will fall in love with another, only enter the body and not enter the life - refers to the food eaten.

"Is there really no delicious food at the roadside stall?"

"Well...how to put it, it's not completely absent." Alia stroked her chin: "Actually, if it is some relatively regular vendors, such as breakfast or night market supper, there is still a possibility of surprises, but You need to try your luck, or have someone familiar with the area help you screen it in advance."

"This is easy to handle! I know what to do!" Spicy Chicken Shreds raised his fingers in surprise: "I can let Jessica eat them all and tell me which one is delicious!"

"...Are you sure she's not the type that eats everything?"

"..."

"And you are too, it's too easy to be fooled, what's the point of this kind of screening..."

"Stop talking!"

"But I'm different." Alia reached out and put her hand on her shoulder: "Everyone has two sisters, right? I'll help you select the food, I'm a professional, and there is nothing I haven't eaten in the eight major cuisines-- As long as you help me persuade Lotus, I will definitely find delicious food for you, no fool!"

"..."

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Nanbang·Slum·A low-rise bungalow

In the dimly lit home, a dim incandescent light tube was lit. It seemed that the light tube was covered with a layer of yellow-brown oil smoke and the corpses of bugs that had been left untreated for a long time.

The lamp was turned off, and one hand wiped it cleanly from above with a rag twice, and when it was turned on again, the room suddenly became much brighter.

The woman in the down jacket opened the refrigerator and looked at it, then frowned and closed the refrigerator and opened it again. She asked in confusion, "Is the refrigerator broken?"

"It broke very early, in the spring of this year." Her sister gestured timidly, shrinking her neck a little in fear: "I didn't break it, it was Dad who overturned the refrigerator when he was drunk, and then broke. ..."

"...It's okay, I'll fix it later." The woman in the down jacket put the vegetables by the door on the chopping board, and then seemed to remember something, and looked back at her sister: "How do you keep your meals in the summer?"

With the family conditions of their family, it is obviously impossible to have the luxury of making fresh meals for every meal. There is neither the time and energy nor the money to buy raw materials. Basically, after a meal is cooked, it will save a day or two. .

Originally, the child was not in good health. The mother in the early years was still there, and she often felt uncomfortable because of digestive problems. Now...

"In summer, I can eat a little more, and then I won't be hungry." The little girl showed a big smile, gestured to explain, and even showed off a little 'I'm so smart', without mentioning her own. Gastrointestinal problems.

The thin lips of the woman in the down jacket pursed downwards, but did not say anything, but spread out the things she bought and prepared to cook.

Although she still has some money to eat, it is obviously not the capital to celebrate. Apart from some of the dishes she bought, some of them were eaten by herself, and some of them were prepared to set up a stall, using what her mother used to work for. way to make some money steadily.

The little girl knew what her sister wanted to do when she saw it, she came over with bright eyes, and excitedly tugged at the table. After the girl in the down jacket turned her gaze to her, she quickly waved her hand: "Do you want to do that? That's it. The one my mother used to make!"

"Well, beef miscellaneous soup." The woman in the down jacket nodded: "You can rest for a while, turn on the stove, and the soup will take a long time. I'll make you some other pads first."

The little girl nodded again and again, wiped her saliva, and happily ran to light the stove.

The old coal stove in the room could be seen to be out of use for a long time. It was piled up in the debris in the corner. The little girl pulled the stove out with difficulty. The petite body was side by side with the stove almost half her size. Out of breath.

A hand stretched out from behind her, lifted the stove with one hand, and placed it in the middle of the room.

After exerting force, the girl in the down jacket turned pale for a moment. After she put down the stove, she covered her stomach, and her expression became subtle.

The injury is more serious than she imagined, and it seems that she has to make time to go to a clinic in the black market...

Thinking like this, she turned on the stove, then looked left and right, slightly surprised: "Where's the coal?"

The little girl also looked left and right, opened the door and looked at the door, then turned around and said, "No more."

"...Then what were you using before?" The woman in the down jacket frowned, only to find a thin layer of ash falling on the stove.

"I didn't use it before, just wrap it in a quilt." The little girl thought for a while, and then gestured a few times: "I'll go to the neighbor's house to borrow some."

The woman in the down jacket nodded and watched her go out, then her eyes became sharp.

I looked back and took a serious look at the whole house. The small room was divided into three parts. On the left is the place where the sundries and garbage were piled up. All kinds of beer cans were piled up randomly, and even brought out one in winter. It smells slightly rancid. On the right is the corner that the little girl has cleaned up as much as possible. There is a small table with her homework and books on it, but someone has written a lot of horse racing on the books in scribbled handwriting. number, and even covered up the original notes.

Although the kitchen is still in use, the kitchen utensils left by my mother have not been used for a long time. When I open the cabinet, all I see are cheap noodles, spicy cabbage and seasonings that are cheaper than noodles. This is the girl's staple food.

Although the girl in the down jacket didn't like her half-sister very much, she was only ostracized by her blood. She had nothing to say about the child. The child was weak from childhood, but smart and obedient. When she was in the military, she acted as her assistant at a young age and stayed by her mother's side.

Just as she closed the cabinet with complicated eyes, there was a shrill sound outside the door.

Women in down jackets didn't want to pay attention to it. Although this area is not called a slum on the bright side, everyone knows its true location. Compared with the wealthy area separated by a river, this low and cramped area is full of various people. A person who is a trivial person with three religions and nine ranks can easily break out into all kinds of irrational conflicts.

The reason why she chose to join the army in the first place is probably because she was educated by this cold jungle law since she was a child.

But followed by the sharp shouting and scolding, there was a short painful cry, and the little girl's 'ah-' sound was drowned in the foul language again.

The girl in the down jacket raised her brows, took out two kitchen knives at random, put one of her backhands on the back of her wrist and put it in her sleeve, and held the other in her hand. She strode open the door and went out, her eyes swept across the aisle where the sewage was flowing.

The little girl was shoved to the ground, her hands were black, and there were two pieces of broken honeycomb beside her.

On the opposite side was a thin woman, who seemed to see someone come out, beat the little girl's broom and turned it on the ground, and scolded the little girl in various ways, with nothing more than 'thief' and 'uneducated'. Words such as bastard' and 'future bitch', with the sleazy and savageness unique to women at the bottom, salivate.

She hasn't found out who is coming, but it is always necessary to occupy the moral high ground. Behind her is another little girl who shrank, anxiously pulling the hem of the thin woman's clothes with her hands, trying to drag her back, but Interrupted impatiently by wave after wave.

The girl in the down jacket didn't pick up the little girl, but just looked down at her: "What happened?"

"I borrowed coals... Xiao Cui said they would lend it to me, and then her mother found out..." The little girl struggled to get up, wiped her tears, shrank the red mark on the back of her hand, and hid it in the back of her hand. Under his sleeve, he made a weak gesture and explained, "I'm not a thief, I said I borrowed it, and I have to pay it back..."

The skinny woman couldn't read sign language, and in fact her daughter couldn't understand it either. It was just the friendship between the children that made her decide to 'agree to give coals', but it was obviously not the child who was in charge of the house.

Seeing that the little girl knew each other, the thin woman glanced at the girl in the down jacket disdainfully, and was about to continue to ridicule a few more words, but the words 'this kind of bastard who killed her mother, don't play with my daughter' has not been fully said. When he exited, he choked directly in his throat, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

The woman in the down jacket looked sideways, obviously, the thin woman remembered who the other party was.

The next second, the plastic bucket that was placed by the door to catch the dripping rain from the eaves was lifted up and smashed heavily on the skinny woman. The tattered plastic bucket weighed several pounds inside. The sewage splashed a huge dark brown splash on the thin woman's body, making her stagger backward and hit the door directly.

"boom--"

The sound seemed to wake someone in the house, an impatient voice sounded from the room, and then a thin young man who was almost carved out of a thin woman came out and shouted loudly at the door: " What are you doing! What are you doing! Are you not letting people sleep?"

Then he saw his own mother who was sitting beside the door. After making a panicked cry, he quickly helped her up: "What happened? How did you fall here?!"

Although the thin and thin young man had dyed half-long broken hair and ear studs, and pushed out the door, he didn't have the template style of a hooligan, but it was obvious that he was just a lazy son at home. Not the kind of unfilial son who completely ignores his family.

The thin woman was both afraid and humiliated. She pointed at the girl in the down jacket and wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to say it. The tangled expression was like a fight on her face. The excessively intense emotion made the apple muscles of her cheeks twitch. It looks more like the performance of shivering after being splashed with water in the winter.

"Ah! Did you do it? Assi--" The thin young man understood what his own mother meant, and shouted at the girl in the down jacket with the aura of a gangster.