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Chatting with an unfamiliar little maid is very interesting. It has allowed someone to learn about various difficulties, advantages and disadvantages of their own family more than once, and gained unexpected gains.

For example today...

The little girl's words not only made him understand that the parents of those little maids who had parents actually didn't care about their daughters as much as he imagined.

It’s not that you don’t care, but that the dozens, hundreds, or thousands of years you think you are right about is just one day to others.

It’s just one day. It’s impossible for a married daughter to return to her parents’ home every day.

Then there is the little girl’s skill at making milk tea, and the application of various small spells, which truly shows what practice makes perfect, and only those who are familiar with it!

The same arm, the same meridians, operate two spells of water and fire at the same time. It not only requires precise control, but also multitasking. What kind of operation is this?

The little maid not only did it, she also did it with ease, just like a normal adult eating and drinking. This is amazing.

Recalling the amazingly talented little maid she accidentally discovered, Tilapia self-reflected and discovered that not only the people she knew were outstanding, but there were actually countless outstanding little maids hidden in the maid group waiting to be discovered.

It's not that they can't compare to those dazzling people, they just lack a stage and the eyes to discover their advantages.

I tasted the milk tea brewed by the little girl. Personally, I thought the tilapia was just average. It was cooler and more refreshing than the hot tea I brewed myself.

"By the way, you said you asked your father to hire a lawyer. The family is in good condition."

If you find your shortcomings, reflect on them and make corrections.

Some people have long had an incorruptible reputation and never feel any shame in admitting or correcting their mistakes.

"It's okay." When mentioning her father, the little girl said with a smile: "Before the war, I was still young and didn't care much about my father's business.

After the war, I found out that my father opened a shooting club.

I heard that I was given preferential treatment because escaping would help the troops a lot, and I would also help protect the city in the future."

Hearing this, Tilapia thought thoughtfully: "Not only the preferential treatment, but also the policy was given because the higher-ups discovered during the war that the people had no ability to fight back and wanted to change the people."

"Who knows? I was only fourteen when I joined the maid group, and my father wouldn't tell me." The little maid shrugged, picked up the milk tea, and drank it in big gulps.

"Cool!!!"

"Hahaha!!!" Seeing his happy face while drinking milk tea, Tilapia couldn't help but smile.

Who would have thought that people who are thousands of years old can feel happy just by drinking milk tea.

Join the Maid Corps Fourteen, and going forward, you had just entered elementary school not long ago during the war.

"Yes." The little maid nodded, took out a tissue and wiped her mouth, falling into memories: "I still remember when the war broke out, slave..."

Listening to the little girl's narration, at first, someone thought it was a story.

As I listened, I felt worried again.

She still remembers her experiences in elementary school clearly even though she was thousands of years old. In addition to strengthening her memory, it also proves how unforgettable that experience was for her.

Later, my parents also looked for my grandparents, but to this day they still haven't found anyone.

Speaking of grandparents, grandpa and grandpa, the little maid took another sip of milk tea.

Very shallow.

Rather than drinking it, it was better to touch it with my lips.

“When I was a child, my grandparents were my grandparents, and my grandparents were responsible for picking up and dropping off.

Dad usually comes home at seven or eight o'clock, and mom comes home earlier, around six o'clock."

"Then you don't miss them?" Tilapia asked curiously, picking up the tea cup.

"I thought about it before.

Later... after seeing too many people die, I gradually stopped thinking about it.

Especially after joining the maid corps, many sisters are war orphans.

Compared with those sisters, this slave at least has both parents."

"Hahaha, you are honest." After rubbing the little girl's hair, Tilapia put down the tea cup again and leaned lazily on the armrest of the sofa.

"Talking about yourself, bring out the little sisters, what about me?

What kind of role do I, the master, play in the eyes of you little girls?"

"you?"

The little maid tilted her head and looked at the tilapia carefully.

Thinking of the scenery he would see when he was taking a bath, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

A small movement frightened someone standing beside him.

The look in his eyes always felt like a tiger seeing a fat sheep after being hungry for several days.

After moving her lips several times, the little girl said weakly: "I dare not say anything."

"Cough cough cough!!!"

"Tell me about it, I don't eat people, so feel free to say it." Tilapia couldn't laugh or cry, and promised: "Your master, I have never experienced any big storms, so feel free to speak boldly, and I promise not to wear small shoes for you."

"I didn't say you knew how to wear small shoes. You didn't bring it upon yourself." Crying in her heart, the little girl put down the milk tea reluctantly, thought for a moment, and then said angrily: "Sisters usually don't dare to discuss you, even if they do,

The origin is also extended to you through other sisters,"

Seeing that her master was smiling and showing no signs of anger, the little maid took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to say: "When talking about you, most of them talk about your mystery and strength..."

Seeing the person showing embarrassment, Tilapia encouraged: "Go on, mystery and power are just appearances. I don't believe that a group of little girls mentioned that I only talk about these superficial things."

Forehead!!!

The little maid was silent.

After a moment, he added: "Sisters said that you are... a little... just so careless and a bit biased."

...Tilapia.

"Five fingers may be longer or shorter, and it's normal for them to be slightly off-centre."

"Um.

Just say it casually, you can actually understand it, and you don’t have to take it to heart.”

Feeling relieved, the little maid continued: "And you..." After a moment of hesitation, she finally said in a mosquito-like voice: "Sisters said that you are a bit playful..."

"A little scared?" Tilapia asked tentatively when seeing someone hesitant.

"No." The little maid shook her head and said with a blush, "I'm a little eager to try."

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Someone is very lucky that he didn't drink tea, otherwise he might have choked to death.

"No, I have so many tricks up my sleeve, why am I still eager to try them?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "In order to cope with your tricks, the sisters have learned more things, and of course they want to try them.

After learning so many things, there is only theory. Who doesn’t want to practice it?” The little maid patted her chest and spoke sternly.

"No one else will tell you, but I personally have been waiting for you for thousands of years." His eyes turned resentful, and he sighed helplessly: "Unfortunately... Although slave Pu Liuzhi has countless theoretical knowledge, it is useless in the end.

The place of martial arts.

Even massage, this is the first time I have used it to serve you today." As if thinking of something, he added: "Being able to give you a massage is already a blessing that I have earned in my eight lifetimes, I don't dare to expect more."

...Tilapia.

"If you didn't say the last sentence, I would still believe it."

Cursing in his heart, Tilapia couldn't help but raise his forehead and said, "Say something else."

"Oh." Nodding, the little girl seemed to let go and said openly: "Of course, there are also sisters who complain about your weird hobbies.

What kind of feet are they like? They are neither light nor heavy. They don’t know how to show mercy and cherish jade. And..." Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, the little maid said a lot in one breath.

Finally, he emphasized: "The most important thing is that you don't let the sisters reshape their bodies.

Many sisters have very beautiful feet, but just because they are a little too big, they always feel inferior in front of you."

...Tilapia.

At this moment, someone heard the full resentment in the little maid's voice and subconsciously looked at the floor.

There, a pair of perfectly white and pink little feet were retracted into slippers.

From the outside, only the round ankles and ten curled pearl-like toes can be seen.

Comparing the length of his calves, Tilapia Xin said: "Sure enough, the resentment comes from myself."
Chapter completed!