[JOJO] They all say that there is no such disease as juvenile dementia!

It was another beautiful morning, I humbly bought coffee and baguettes for Jiaqiu, then humbly delivered them to his room, and finally took out my bank card and handed them to him.

I never thought I would have today...

Before Meloni wakes up, I have to ask out the woman Meloni picked yesterday to have a baby...why does that sound weird?Forget it, let's make an appointment first, and give some compensation after the birth is enough.

That woman's name is Elon, and I made an appointment to meet her at the coffee shop in the port. PRADA (Prada) is behind the coffee shop, and I just need to give you something at that time.

Obviously, Elrond was a little surprised to see that it was me who came to the appointment, and I didn't explain much. I put sleeping pills in the coffee, and her memory of the next thing was just a sleep and waking up and getting benefits.

There are not many people in the port in the early morning, but there are not many people. I put the blood of Jiaqiu into the computer under the strange eyes of some people. Who cares about posture?

When carrying out this series of actions, my hands trembled slightly all the time. This was definitely not caused by my psychological condition. It was a physiological reaction, and my intuition told me that something bad had happened.

Speaking of which, I have been feeling flustered since last night. I thought it was because I was afraid that Jiaqiu would explode... It seems that there are other reasons.

The child was born smoothly. He is still very small and only the size of a palm. I can only hold it in the palm of my hand. I will not use this woman named Ailong as a nutritional supplement. I want to take this little devil to eat some "nutritious" food thing.

"Welcome." The enthusiastic smile of Prada's store manager always makes me feel at ease.

I leaned on the glass door of the store and pointed to Elrond who was crawling on the table, and said to the store manager: "She is asleep, you can bring her in later, and give her something new when she wakes up."

The Prada store manager, who knew nothing and still had doubts on his face, had already agreed to me.

Well, that's the kind of guy that just pleases people.

"Are you my mother?", the kid in his hand had already started to speak.

"No.", I replied indifferently, joking and thinking of me as your mother?

Hearing that I was not a mother, the little ghost in my hand became restless. I grabbed him with a little force and said, "I am your father's mother, and my name is grandma."

"grandmother?"

"Oh...grandma will take you to eat."

The little thing climbed up my arm, lay on my shoulder and asked, "Who is Daddy?"

"...a pervert."

"abnormal?"

I took out the Meloni porn I took yesterday, the one with the panties on the head, and showed it to the brat.

"...I don't look like him, do I?" the kid asked me in disgust.

I looked at his strangely shaped face, even with thorns on his head... How could he look like Meloni? ? ?At least Meloni is a long, good-looking pervert.

I remember...Gerald said that recently there were a few people who were not "enthusiasm" selling drugs on this street. He said that it might be from Mexico, because the drugs in Southeast Asia are responsible for the organization, and Southeast Asians are not stupid enough to fight against the organization.

I think so too, those Mexican drug dealers... huh!Trash will always be trash, something with no rules.

I turned into an alley full of graffiti. There were a few people sitting here and there, and a few syringes and plastic bags were scattered in the corner.

These people don't react to my presence, they don't provoke me like those punks, because they are already soulless drug addicts.

I grabbed a boy sitting on a box and asked, "Where did you buy it?"

The boy pointed to the iron gate next to him dully and said, "Three longs and two shorts."

Tsk... these unprincipled things, I put down the boy and knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was an American man with a bald head and a slash on his head. He looked like a middle-level Mexican drug dealer, the kind of drug dealer and drug addict.

Seeing that I hadn't spoken, he asked me, "A password?"

"Are you from Mexico?"

"I'm asking you for your password! Don't talk too much!"

I didn't look up at him, and I reached out and took the brat off my shoulder and said, "This is your nutrition."

"You...", before the man finished speaking, his body was broken into cubes, and the kid absorbed him mouthful.

I kicked the door open, there were still three people inside, I said to the kid: "Get rid of it." Then I pretended to knock on the door, took out my mobile phone and called Proxiet.

"..."

No answer... No answer, although he did not answer the phone during his mission, but it has been nearly a week, after I separated from him...

I'm not the clingy type, but this panic made me realize that it was a reminder of my identity as a time traveler, and it was definitely something that happened to the characters in the plot that I cared about...it must be.

"Grandma, I'm fine." The little ghost opened the door and said, he has grown up and is in normal shape.

"Take out the motorcycle inside."

That motorcycle looks good, shunt back to Meroni...

The author has something to say:

The heroine can't control this child at all, because the will of the copied person is extremely inconsistent with the heroine.

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The part of the spiritual power copied in this way will eventually return to the copied person.

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Private setting private setting... hahaha

The relationship between the heroine and Proxiete is like an old husband and wife!My ideal feeling~