Chapter 440 NO.23: The soul can be said to be 21g, and the remaining soul can occupy 3kb

Author: Gu Xinxuan

After being away for half a month, the night view of Jiemen District seen through the balcony window still looks familiar.

He has seen this familiarity for more than ten years, and even if he occasionally changes the angle or position, he can still confirm his location from it.

This familiarity may be a kind of stability, which can make him relax a little, so that fatigue will not come unexpectedly.

He was indeed a little tired.

The twists and turns of gift giving, special healing, sudden battles and sudden fame.

The ambush during the evacuation was sadly not in vain, and the discussion on the subject after Miss Junchuan complained made him even more troubled.

He always felt that whenever he felt that his life was easier and he had some free time, someone would actually give him some extra work.

But this time, the group of people targeting Ms. Morgan had obviously planned for a long time, and even included their own visit in the scope of use. This meant that they had been planning for a long time.

It was not a surprise attack, so there was no way to blame luck, which made Omo somewhat regretful.

If all the unhappiness in this world could find dead objects as an outlet to pour out, life would be much happier.

But unfortunately, there are always some worries that come from others, or even from ourselves.

There is a term for depression just now - a tangle of depression that is difficult to resolve, and it is meaningless to complain to others.

Finding the guy who dialed the clock tower might relieve his anger, but considering that the incoming attackers that the plane squatted on were all suture monsters like the Kemer magicians, Omer found it very troublesome.

This group of aliens with advanced medical technology and an average lifespan of five hundred years still longs for a healthy and energetic body, so they place their hope of "living a second life" on other races. This behavior itself also represents a special disguise.

Ormer was sure that the other party possessed the knowledge of both magicians and Kemlians, so he was able to hold the dark ring for a short time and also thought of using it for Ort's materials.

The rigid magical thinking was knocked open by the alien's head. The result of the two phases is a brain that is more difficult to trace even if there are still mistakes.

It requires more time and thought, and he lacks this margin.

For example, at the beginning of the month, the preparation process for the competition of the three horse racing girls under me should be completed.

For example, increase the intensity of training to keep the horse girls in competition condition.

For example, he has been preparing for the office level promotion exam this month, which he has been preparing for for a long time.

In addition, there were some miscellaneous things, and the calculated itinerary was quite compact, enough for him to give up on getting involved with the clock tower.

After sending the clues and his simple guess to Gray, and instructing Gray to hand them over to her teacher and the 'Madonna', he went to make dinner as high-end as ever.

Then now I have time to go to the balcony to enjoy the breeze.

Usually those who are blown by the night wind become more awake, but he was a little tired by the blow.

Maybe it’s time to go back and have a round of monster fighting. The recent event mission seems to be able to get parts of the Ultra man-made mecha Zero, and there is a chance to assemble this civilian-style T0 mecha.

Not only are the numerical values ​​​​at the forefront of the contemporary era, but there are also evil things like D4 rays that the powerful party cannot miss.

But it’s very troublesome to complete event missions... Even if you can skip the plot, there are still a lot of them.

After all, it is a reskin that reproduces the development process of Celebolo, rather than directly using portal hair to steal other people's finished products like QQ Life Form.

He doesn’t even have the copyright to simulate the Zeta series, so he can’t fight Juggala and Zeta in the game. There are only specious Ultraman and Majin, which also gave the event mixed reviews.

It's better to forget it... Anyway, there is no shortage of strong monsters in my warehouse. Even the lowest version of Lugoset can last at least two seasons...

Um?

The sudden sound of footsteps interrupted Omo's thoughts about developing the game. He turned to look at the entrance to his unclosed balcony, and saw black and maroon figures entering one after another.

"...Trainer." The Manchester City cafe held a tray with two cups of coffee and a cup of milk.

Milk belongs to Miura Bourbon, and a glass of warm milk before going to bed seems to be the wisdom of her hometown.

"Master."

"Thank you," Omo took the slightly larger coffee cup as usual, nodded slightly to the tea seat, and then looked at Bourbon, who was relatively rare at this time, "Aren't you going to have a rest?"

The keeper of the earthly schedule in this house: Miura Bourbon, who is famous for his unshakable bedtime and early rise, which once made Miss Shinjo, who had the most depraved schedule in the house, a hostile attitude.

'Able to sleep at 10 o'clock stably, even Ma Niang is too dangerous! Is she really a cyborg? Little snake!'

Omo, who had reviewed "Cyborg Dark" with her that day, didn't want to deal with such a weird question.

"Akane and Team Tachyon are building a machine for trainers and asked me if I would like to join, so I came to ask Master for instructions."

"…You are interested in?"

Omo really didn't expect those two people to ask Bourbon. He himself had never considered Bourbon. After all, it was such a dangerous and complex creation. Although the Cyber ​​Horse Girl's way of speaking and winning and losing uniforms were very cybernetic, Ma Niang, who is still flesh and blood, does not understand any mechanical creation.

——Of course, she has been learning about mechanical knowledge recently, and even asked for instructions to disassemble and assemble some insignificant electrical appliances. It seems that she intends to develop in this direction.

If you didn't install enough screws and there were a few extra screws, that would be a sign of talent... Omer didn't do much to stop it.

result……

Did Akane and Tako become a little sick and seek medical attention urgently?

Homais considered whether to extend the deadline for them and see what they would do to the two little girls.

Is disassembling household appliances the same as building a card recycling device?

Although it is not impossible to say that the latter is also a household appliance... but it is probably as bizarre as going to the Arima Memorial after finishing your debut race.

"I also want to help Master."

"You've been helping me in the kitchen lately, haven't you?"

"Master is unwilling?"

"Not really, just go if you're interested."

It was difficult for the cyber horse lady to be so forthright about locking the topic, so Omer simply let it go.

"Thank you Master."

"There's no point in saying thank you for helping." As he said this, Bourbon turned to leave. He had to remind him, "And don't forget the milk."

The latter looked back, took the cup and said goodbye to the two of them again, looking very excited as he left in a hurry.

"...Even I can see Bourbon's excitement and joy." He put down the tray at the tea seat and walked to Homare's side with his own cup of coffee.

"A high-achieving spiritual student who is always with the soul will only be more sensitive to mental and emotional fluctuations." Omo took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and his fatigue disappeared a lot. He turned around and saw the pair of erect hands above the other person's head. The ears and the silver dull hair swaying in the breeze.

Omo, who has subtly grown a few centimeters taller, has already reached the mark of 1.8 meters. Even if the 1.5-meter horse girl has her ears erect, it is difficult for her to be at eye level.

"I think it's natural that you can see that."

"...Then trainer...are you willing to tell me your troubles?" The dull horse girl did not raise her head to look at each other, but turned her gaze to Omo's pocket.

"How can you say it's trouble?" Taking out the special card box from his pocket and placing it on the balcony fence, Omo shook his head helplessly.

In the world of demons and psychics, the shape of the card box is a bit too ferocious, and it also has harsh sound effects, constantly roaring words such as 'symbol', 'freedom', and 'moon god'.

If it were simply regarded as a tape recorder, it would not be guilty of the same crime as Agamus.

"I was thinking about video games just now."

"…trainers are cunning."

"It's quite sad that no one believes me when I tell the truth. I shouldn't lie often."

"...Why would the trainer...bring it on?"

Obviously I wouldn't have carried it on my body a while ago. In front of beings with relatively keen perception, this thing was a bit too eerie. The Bourbon just now didn't stand too close to Homais.

"It's like adding some memory files for easy access."
Chapter completed!