Alien Office

On the way back, Qin Que's complexion never turned normal again. I tried to figure out his inscrutable expression, and said resolutely, "Maybe you need a soft girl to comfort your cold heart of stone."

"Do you want to tell me that you, a transvestite, can make do? I'm not interested in minors." Qin Que said coldly.

I pondered for a while, and within 30 seconds, I quickly reshaped myself, a Yujie with plump buttocks and breasts, a big wave and low collar, and a perfect figure, I coughed dryly and winked at the driver: "How about this? "

The car slammed to the brakes, and my behavior of disregarding traffic safety rules was finally punished. I was not wearing a seat belt and hit the glass. I saw the terrified face of the girl standing in the middle of the road against the glass. Maybe it was me. The bloody face frightened her.

I pulled down the glass and peeked out my bloody pie-shaped head: "Follow the traffic rules and don't jaywalk, OK?"

The girl nodded indiscriminately, and ran away as if flying.

"Cut—the girls in the 3D world are not cute at all." I corrected my flattened face in the rearview mirror, ignoring Qin Que's complicated and tangled eyes.

"If I were you, I wouldn't stick my head out to scare people." Qin Que glanced at me, "You look like a squashed pumpkin."

"Is that so?" I pointed the pumpkin head at him, then turned my right hand into a hammer and hammered hard, the juice splashed and the pumpkin was flattened.

"..."

Thanks to the sluggish pain nerves of the Slem Stars, I am extremely insensitive to pain.This also caused a little problem. For example, last night, I accidentally chopped off my finger while helping my father chop vegetables. Fortunately, my father was washing the vegetables at that time. When he turned around, I had already swallowed the broken finger Evidence is gone.

I don't want my dad to find out that his adopted son is an alien, he's a real human.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when I returned to the flower shop. I entered the door of the flower shop with the face of a wretched uncle I saw on the side of the road. Liang Rui recognized me at a glance: "I'm back."

"Well, the mission record." I handed him the notebook, "Prepare a clone, that idiot slug boiled his host into a bathtub of human broth."

Liang Rui propped his chin and showed a melancholy expression: "This is not the first time, I'm glad that the clone as the host is unconscious."

I scratched my head: "Where is my previous host? I still don't know the difference between various hosts."

Liang Rui glanced at me: "I can't find out the origin of your host. I only know that you were thrown at the gate of the orphanage and later adopted away. You should have been transplanted into the host's brain shortly after birth to live there. Awaken until your host dies. Now most extraterrestrial creatures use their hosts by inhabiting their brainwaves on puppet hosts. The main body is properly preserved. Once the host dies, the consciousness will return to the main body. Your parasitic The method is very dangerous, because once the host dies, your main body will die together without the necessary assistance."

"Yeah, I was cut in half like a green onion." I shrugged.If I hadn't been treated as a scallion, I would have praised his extraordinary knife skills.

"Xiao Ji." Crazy Yang suddenly called me.

"Is something wrong?"

"Can you change your face?" He suggested painfully rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Don't you think this face is handsome enough to fascinate female creatures from eighty to eight years old?" I smiled wretchedly while holding the mirror, and this face looked even more wretched.

"Has his aesthetics always been so broken?" Qin Que asked Liang Rui.

Liang Rui sighed: "I'd rather him be a transvestite. If he doesn't turn into a beautiful girl, he would like to become a wretched uncle. Enough is enough."

I started digging my nose, then washed my hands in Crazy Yang's cup of soy milk, and soon I was beaten up—a real beating, Crazy Yang knocked me to the ground with his swift and powerful fists against class enemies, kicked my feet Kick, I foamed at the mouth and started to play dead.

"My fists start to itch when I see your wretched face." Crazy Yang said angrily.

I continued to foam at the mouth, spit the suspicious white foam all over the floor like blowing bubbles, some accidentally blew too much and it floated all over the room, a little loli passing by the glass door pulled my mother's Hand cried out in surprise: "Mom, there are so many bubbles, my daughter wants bubbles!"

I spit out in a bad voice, and quickly repaired my body.

My boss sighed, rubbed his forehead and said, "Just in the past two days, a group of guests (silicon-based mechanical creatures) from Planet Tamira are coming to settle here. Silicon-based life forms, highly developed mechanical civilizations, are similar to... ...Transformers."

"Tsk tsk, do they see such a poor level of technology on the earth?" I asked while lying on the ground.

"This is impossible, their home planet has been demolished."

I couldn't help complaining: "Fuck, has the demolition office been strong enough to demolish people's home planet these days?"

"It was voted by the headquarters of the Cosmos Alliance, and the tyranny of the majority has always been like this. The geographical location of the Tamira star is suitable for building a space jumping station, so the eighteen planets of the two stars including the Tamira star will be blasted into Fragments, for which the Tamiras protested for a full twenty standard cosmic years. As far as I know, the team of Tamiras who were forcibly sent to Earth is a firm nail. They only set off 10 minutes before the planet was bombed. Went to the headquarters of the universe to protest. The protest lasted for three full standard universe months. Finally, the interstellar conflict mediators at the headquarters used an advertising brochure to fool us into coming to Earth. I knew about this at the headquarters, although I think they were eventually sent The most fundamental reason for the earth is that the visa of the earth is one of the ten best visas in the universe." Qin Que told us what happened with a blank face.

"...will they blow up the planet in disappointment when they come to Earth?" I asked nervously.

"Probably not, unless they want to be sent to an interstellar court, and then go to a black hole prison for two hundred standard cosmic years - there are differences in the applicable sentencing for silicon-based life forms and carbon-based life forms."

I'm starting to struggle with the upcoming Alien Nail House, or the Transformers type, damn it.

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But I have enough troubles before this group of nail households settle on the earth.

"Another extraterrestrial creature was killed, and it happened for the fourth time this month." Liang Rui showed us the system for locking the life response of every extraterrestrial creature in H City, and then pointed to a place in the East District and said, "This one , the life response disappeared, and the time was 10 minutes ago. The East District is too far away from here, and I can't sense the killing intent and energy riot."

Crazy Yang stood aside with a cigarette in his mouth in a daze: "Do you need me to help collect the corpse?"

"People are dying all the time." I pulled out my nails and gnawed them as chocolates. "But a group of nail households are still determined to come to the earth to settle down. Mr. Killer has a lot of new partners. He must be very happy."

I don't know why, my waist and limbs are in pain, probably because I remembered the feeling of being cut in half, it really hurts, and now I think about it, I still want to give cucumbers to that murderer.

"Want one?" Crazy Yang handed the cigarette to Qin Que.

Qin Que shook his head: "The smell of smoke will reveal my whereabouts."

I curled my lips: "Brother, you are in a peaceful world now, playing like a killing game."

Qin Que didn't even bother to give me a look: "In a peaceful world, can there be murders every now and then?"

I looked at the ceiling and said shyly, "That's right, for a beautiful underage girl like me, the world of three strange uncles in one room is really too dangerous."

Since I shamelessly put on the skin of a beautiful girl, I am not guilty at all when I say this.

But the other three looked at me with slug-like eyes: "Enough is enough!"

I have no stress.