Chapter 132
Author: Captain of the Youth First Crazy Squad
"...Forget it, I don't know how to cook anyway, and the ingredients don't matter, it's fine as long as it's delicious!"
He didn't bother to care about what the raw materials were. He was eating strange cheese and bear meat these days, which had made him develop the contradictory habit of subconsciously wanting to ask, but quickly not wanting to ask about the raw materials.
After all, what is the story behind those ingredients?
Even if there is life behind the meat that ordinary people eat, when their own lives cannot be guaranteed, they can still care about these things, and only the Virgin is really left.
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After a while of regret in his mouth, Luo Mo couldn't care about his image at all. Like a beggar who had been hungry for a week, he kept stuffing desserts into his mouth.
This also made him experience the feeling of being alive after a long absence... Although he actually came to this world not long ago.
However, in such a difficult environment, it was really like a year, and when he was eating the long-lost dessert, he couldn't help being moved to the point of crying.
Jibril smiled and watched him take a sip of tea, and then handed over the water he drank naturally, leaving Luo Mo stunned and hesitant to take it, a little unsure whether he should take a sip or not.
"What's the matter? Don't drink?"
"No....I was just thinking..."
"What? Are you thinking about how to call your sister?"
"...No...I drink."
I don't know if it's the first time the other party has contacted a man, so I don't care about it.
And he didn't care about these things very much at first, but somehow felt that there was something wrong with this Flügel girl, but the situation was a little bit stronger than people.
No matter what Jibril thought, under the gaze of the other party's smiling face, he could only raise his head and drink all the tea in one gulp to suppress his shock.
But Jibril didn't mention the matter of calling her sister any more, instead she casually played with the cakes and said:
"Actually, Lord Artixu just noticed you coming, but he doesn't allow us to help you. I understand that. After all, you are still too weak. If we intervene, it will easily affect your growth."
"Are you worried about the growth of the seedlings? Hmm... um, I understand."
Although it is very regrettable, he also understands that he is not qualified to say anything about this matter, so he can only nod in agreement.... and speed up his eating, preparing to eat as much as possible before the other party leaves, at least let himself Eat enough.
However, Jibril suddenly changed the conversation:
"However, I think this is a little cruel."
"Really?! I think so too."
"Who made you our younger brother, if you don't care about it at all, it's too unreasonable."
"Hmm! I can't tell!"
"Unlike that idiot senior, you are also an important member of us, cute little brother, right~"
"That's it!"
"...But it really takes a lot of courage to defy the will of Lord Artesius, but~~! If you call me my sister, maybe I can summon the courage?"
"Sister...! Wait?"
He almost wanted to shout instinctively, but he blurted out a single word. As an expert in lies, he noticed that Jibril's words were a little wrong, and he couldn't help staring at the girl opposite him suspiciously, saying cautiously:
"You just said 'consider', right? In other words....you just want to tease me? Leave after taking advantage?"
"how come!"
"Really?" Luo Mo narrowed his eyes and stared at the girl whose hands shook slightly.
"Really, really! Don't, don't look at me like this, I'm also a member of the Eighteen Wings! How could there be such a panic? You have to believe me! Aren't we siblings? And I don't depend on that one. The predecessors are different! I will not lie to my elder sister and younger brother!"
"...Then why just think about it?"
"This, this..."
Even though she has lived for 402 years, Jibril doesn't seem to be very good at lying.
But it's not surprising when you think about it. After all, Jibril has suffered a large scale of injuries that required the use of repair techniques over the years, a total of 116 times, and each repair will not end in a few years?
That is to say, she, who was born in 402 years, has basically spent it in a dormant state, and her mental age may not be as old as her appearance, or even when she is awake... Either she is going to fight or she is on the way to fight. .
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Although he didn't live a tenth of Jibril's life, in terms of lying and deceiving, Luo Mo in turn crushed these killing angels who spoke with force.
Therefore, it was completely seen that this Flügel girl really just wanted to tease him, and instantly gave up the idea of hugging her thighs.
Changing the appearance of Xiaobai's face, he raised Erlang's legs and tapped the table with his fingertips, sternly rebuking:
"I remember that it was me who appeared first. Whether I wake up or not, it means that I am your brother, right? I heard Azrael say that you are the youngest sister, which means... just say that you are unwilling to be the youngest. Do not hesitate to lie to me, and want to establish myself as a sister before I see other Flügel? Is that right?"
"This, this kind of thing..."
Luo Mo's accusation, or the truth he told accurately, seemed to have hit her hard. Jibril lowered her shoulders in frustration. Judging from her guilty, surprised, and frustrated appearance, she could no longer feel her previous majesty. .
The contrast made Luo Mo feel a little uncomfortable, but before he could say anything about it, Jibril, like Azrael before, suddenly overturned the tea table and rushed over. When he subconsciously thought that she was so embarrassed that she stood up and wanted to run away...
By the way, Jibril, who was far faster than him, immediately grabbed his jeans and pleaded tearfully:
"Don't say such indifferent words! We are brothers and sisters of fellow gods!"
"Huh huh???"
The contrast was even greater than before, which made Luo Mo startled.... Hastily lifted up the half-removed trousers.
The information just now is fake? Are Flügel's personalities so strange? Are you crying for such little things?
He was surprised, and suspected the characteristics of the Flügel race, but he hadn't thought about it seriously. Feeling that his pants were about to be pulled down, he couldn't help shouting:
"—If you have something to say, stand up and say it! Don't pull my pants if you disagree!"
"No~ You don't call me my sister! I won't backhand! You have to call me my sister! Yes, my sister!...Hoohoo~ Hey, hey....hehehe..."
Having been the younger sister of a thousand Flügels for hundreds of years, and Azrael's strong pursuit of her younger sister, Jibril also became obsessed with being an older sister without knowing it.
Looking at his expression from the bottom up, it also changed from the sweet smile at the beginning to the smirk of the strange old man, and even panting due to the inner fantasy, blushing and drooling.
This strange performance made Luo Mo's eyes twitch. Although he felt that the opponent should be more polite, he couldn't help but scold:
"—What are you doing?! I'll call someone if you mess up again!"
"You shout! No one can save you if you scream! Senior Azrael is gone! No one will save you!"
"No....Even if no one saves me, you should pay attention to your identity a little bit, okay? You are weapons for killing gods, right?! How come each one looks like a rogue!" , but thinking that he seemed to have done similar things in the past, he unconsciously changed his words and said:
"Forget about being a hooligan! There's nothing wrong with being a hooligan! But you drool when you do this kind of thing! It's the lowest level pervert! Let it go!! You're a pervert who insults the name of a rogue!!"
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm rude." Jibril woke up after being scolded, and quickly moved her head forward to wipe her saliva on his pants.
"...It's more polite at this time? But when you apologized for being rude, were you doing something uncivilized again?"
"Please don't pay attention to the details."
"....I always feel that my lines were used by you." It was clear that he used to be a hooligan to others, but today he is a hooligan, which made Luo Mo a little hard to let go.
what is this? Unhappy with the cycle of karma? Or hunting wild geese all day long and being pecked by wild geese?
"Don't resist, it's all meaningless, come on~ I sincerely call my sister~!"
Just squatting at Luo Mo's feet, as if worried that he would escape, Jibril, who was clutching his pants, put on a sweet smile and urged politely.
"...You've already been exposed, why are you pretending to be gentle? Don't think about it! No matter what you say! I will never betray my dignity!"
He changed the way he hugged Loli's thigh not long ago, he put on the appearance of a gentleman, as if he was extremely proud, and resolutely refused this unreasonable request.
.... After all, I have already eaten and drank enough, and the other party must have no way to stay to protect him. This also means that his integrity cannot be sold. If so, why not keep it as a souvenir?
Jibril nodded to herself as if she had understood some profound truth from his words, and then...
"—Don't let it go~ If you don't call me sister, I won't let it go~! Look~ Look~ the pants are about to fall off~!"
She simply stopped pretending and pulled down his pants with a smirk.
"Hey, wait...! Do you want your face?!" Even though he was pulling his hands hard, Luo Mo found that he had absolutely no way to stop his pants from falling, and even had to worry about pulling up a little more. He was the only one. The pants will be finished, and then you will have to run around bare-bottomed.
"What is that? Can it be eaten? Can it be exchanged for rare heads?"
"No! But also..."
"—It can't be worthless~"
"....."
He clearly felt that he should refute, but what the other party said was all in his own heart, which was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it at all for a while.
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(PS: The long-lost push book "Dragon Sister Dominates Hogwarts"
Introduction: I, Cassandra Malfoy. ]
[It is the best Slytherin, with great ambitions! ]
[It is the brightest morning star of the pure blood family, the eternal pride of Hogwarts! ]
[Voldemort will fall at my feet, the Ministry of Magic will bend before me, and the wizarding world will obey my lead. ]
[Recasting the glory of magic, surpassing all living beings, this is my ultimate goal! ]
"Wait, who are you, what are you talking about!"
Blonde curly hair and emerald eyes, 11-year-old Cassandra listened to a voice in her ear giving a generous statement, her face full of confusion.
"Who wants to be supreme in the magical world, I just want to learn some magic and hide from the chaos that follows, and then eat and die in the Muggle world for the rest of my life!"
"Don't fool around!"
[Accept the guidance of this system, the novice reward is silent magic. ]
"..."
"How about...try?")
Chapter 10 Jibril goes from victim to perpetrator. After losing her thigh....
In the face of a pervert who is even stranger than himself, and whose strength is too overwhelming, Luo Mo really has no way to resist the opponent's ability.
He seemed to be defeated in terms of morals and strength... This precious and wonderful experience made him not know whether he should sigh, or whether he should say a few times without being able to spit out words.
He was usually a hooligan to others, but I didn't expect to be a hooligan today... After a hooligan who did too much, he was still planted, and he was still planted in his own hands?
"What's the matter..."
"—If you call, it'll be fine! Don't be shy~ At this level, it's not even a third of Azrael-senpai's, so hurry up and call! Otherwise...hehehehe~"
Jibril directly took over what he said to himself, threateningly chuckling, and the smile on her face gradually became brighter and weirder as she stared at him.
She probably realized that Azrael's mood when pestering her might also be such a gangster, which seemed to be a pretty good experience for her.
.... They all say don't tell others about your pain, because 10% of people will take it seriously, and the remaining 90% will tell others about your pain as a joke .
However, if it is not a simple word of mouth, but an action to "tell" the pain of the new victim to the new victim, for some people, this is also a good means of venting their emotions.
And probably this is the so-called dragon slayer eventually becoming a dragon, trying to get rid of Azrael but because of being too close to Azrael, the result is that those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black, and the current Jibril has been infected as the second Azrael.
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"I've been a sister for hundreds of years, and today I'm going to be a sister again...Is it such a cool thing to be a sister?" It was probably because she had been harassed and harassed for too long, and Jibril's heart changed. It's a little strange, she was replaced by her own stalking, entanglement with others made her heart inexplicably very happy and happy, and her eyes were shining and she couldn't stop sighing:
"This is simply more interesting than the bloody battle~! No wonder senior always haunts me, and now I finally understand her feeling as a big sister~!"
"—Are you sure you're an older sister and not a pervert?!" Jibril's dazed eyes and her drooling appearance made Luo Mo really couldn't help but want to complain.
"How rude? How could elder sister be that kind of person~?"
Discovering the joy of basing her own happiness on the "pain" of her younger siblings, especially Lome's depression, depression, and impatience, she was exactly the same as her past self. Jibril unconsciously thought of the interesting days in the future. , immersed in his own world, drooling while smirking like a middle school hooligan:
"Huhehe~Hehehe...I'm starting to be a sister too...Huhehehehe~~~"
"—saliva! Your saliva is drooling again!"
"Ah, it's me who's rude? I'm sorry~ I was so careless