Chapter 296: Love is a light, green to you panic (5)

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[This... coincidence with it, is it? Maybe it is yeah, maybe it is not... If it is, how about it, probably what it means, what does it mean? That is what it means, I mean this, in short, everyone means Understand what it means...]
666 swallowed and vomited, saying that for a long time it was just nonsense. I didn’t say anything before, and it scared myself and shivered.
[...I am just a weak, poor, helpless new system. I don't know, I don't know anything...]
It squats under the green light code to form a lasagna tear, the voice choked, grievances, it is sad to see, tears.
[Miss sister, I was admitted to the management bureau, you are my first mission host, I have no experience...]
The vegetarians are unmoved, have no sympathy, and the fierce light in the eyes is more prosperous: "Who would know?"
[On, forum? There are a lot of predecessors who will write a Raiders post and answer questions for newcomers. 】
Russell said: "Then you open the forum, I have to ask."
It suddenly cried even more fiercely: [We have no permission for the time being, unless you wait for the sister to complete 10 A-level tasks, I will be promoted to a small officer from the junior staff to gain access to the forum. 】
Line.
I can't tell if I am disappointed or not. In short, she didn't expect it. 666, this guy can really give her the answer.
She had her own plan in mind, called out the small firebird, let it squeeze through the gap in the door, and from the outside, the door bolt of the Tang father was opened, and the toilet door slammed and opened.
After washing the hands, I went to the gas stove in the kitchen and turned off the water. The water in the pot was only a little bit dry.
If she plays the night again, I am afraid it will burn up.
The little guy yelled twice, and the black bean eyes looked curiously on the gas stove. It seemed that he thought he was a body made of flames. He wanted to taste the taste of the two blue faint flames.
Russell called it, and he turned and stopped looking at it. He flew to the table and squatted.
[Miss sister, you are busy with the task, will I go offline? 】
666 confession: [The total world of our General Administration of Time and Space Administration is already in mid-November. I should be prepared to report the mission information and completion, and help you apply for year-end benefits. 】
After that, it rushed off the assembly line.
I didn’t care about it. I opened the lid and put a steamed, slightly yellow, fat out of the chopsticks. I carefully burned it into small pieces, and found a bag of pickles from the cupboard, separated from the little red bird. Finished.
Tang’s father and mother have all gone out. If there is no fire, they will not return within three or five days.
They didn't leave a penny for the vegetarians, and the only food in the house was the pot, and a few packets of pickles.
The taste of the taro is not good. The pickles are only salty. The little red bird is a bit picky, but it is very cleverly not called. I really want to finish it, and I have to touch it.
When did the young lady suffer this kind of grievance...
Its tears have to fall, and pity looks at the sorrows. It looks like the next second, and I have to go out and help the cockroaches catch the worms and come back to eat.
"The fire is really good, nothing, don't worry about me."
The method of comfort is too insignificant, but it still makes the original gloomy mood of the alizarin better, and even the heart is soft and messy.
"Now there is no money at home, I can't buy you a good meal. When the days are better, what do you want to eat, I will get it for you."
Oops -
The little red bird cried excitedly.
Russell gently rubbed the head of the head of his head, got up and changed clothes, ready to go out.
In the eyes, flashing edge.
"Go, let's go out and save the big man who will be killed tonight, extort money for living!"