Douluo: As soon as he became an emperor, he was given the marriage of Qian Renxue

Chapter 142 [142] Do you need my help?
Accompanied by the ringing of various musical instruments, countless voices are intertwined and connected, playing a melodious and melodious melody in the world.

On the vast and huge stage, no one is better than thousands of troops!
After several economic failures, a new dawn finally ushered in.

The song is over, and the flowers are gone.

Chan slowly opened his eyes, with a look of joy on his face: "It's finally done."

After all, He is not a professional musician, and if he wanted to copy the songs from the original, he would have to suffer a lot.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and after countless attempts in the imaginary number space, I finally found the corresponding audio in my memory.

"call…"

Breathing out a foul breath, Chan smiled like a flower: "I believe Sirin should like it~!"

His mind is now full of this newly recognized good daughter.

Of course, it's not that Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong are not missed in my heart, but the current situation can't allow everyone to reunite.

As for that guy Bai Youyou, Chan didn't beat her up.

After being dispersed by the storm of time and space, and all his abilities were forcibly confiscated, if Chan's IQ was not online, he would have been slapped to death by Xilin long ago.

Sometimes brains are important, especially in emergency situations.

After saving the recorded music to the USB flash drive, Chan snapped his fingers and walked towards the door of the imaginary space.

It's time to go back to the hotel. After a rough calculation, it's time for Sirin to wake up.

"Sister, where's mom?"

Xilin tugged at Bai Youyou's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

At the same time, she found that there was an extra beautiful young lady in the hotel room.

It's just that the other party is dressed in a maid outfit, holding a broom and a dustpan in his hand, and is carefully cleaning the dust that does not exist.

Really swept away the loneliness.

Sirin reckoned that she was a hotel cleaner, but she was just very good-looking.

In other words, are the requirements for recruiting cleaners so high now?

If Rita knew Sirin's inner thoughts, she would definitely vomit three liters of blood and die on the spot.

Bai Youyou suddenly understood why the host likes to take in his daughter.

There is such a cute and soft little girl who looks at you eagerly and asks you in a childish tone, it will definitely deal a fatal blow to those nerds.

Bai Youyou coughed lightly: "Well, your mother..."

Just as she was about to find an excuse to prevaricate, the next second, she felt the space-time fluctuations around her.

Bai Youyou pointed to the back of Sirin: "Hey, say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here."

Sirin:?
Who is Cao Cao?

Why are you talking about him?

In his small head, there is a big question mark.

This is normal, Sirin is not from China after all.

"Sirin~"

Hearing this whiny voice, Sirin felt a chill, her scalp was numb, and she turned around stiffly: "Mom, mom..."

Cuddling the purple-haired girl affectionately, Chan leaned down and rubbed her cheek: "Hey~! Little Xilin, what do you want for dinner? Do you want to try Chinese food? Dumplings, flat food, fragrant sauce cakes, and more There are braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, bitter gourd stuffed meat, etc., it depends on what you want~”

Rita, who was mopping the floor, was stunned: This... is this really an outrageously hot existence? !
I'm afraid, if Sirin wanted the stars in the sky, he would fly up and pick them off...

Suddenly I was a little envious of this purple-haired girl, I am so happy to be pampered!

Obviously, Sirin couldn't bear Chan's enthusiasm, and was even more confused by the variety of recipes.

It turns out that my mother is from China?

However, his appearance doesn't look like that either...

Although Sirin was puzzled, she didn't choose to ask a question, but blinked a few times: "Guess, as long as you can eat enough, Sirin can accept no matter what kind of food it is."

Well, as long as there is something to eat, puffer fish are easy to feed.

"Wow!"

Chan couldn't help hugging her even tighter: "Sirin is so good~! Come on, give me a kiss~Mua~"

"..."

Sirin is numb.

Like a puppet with no emotion, let the other party slap in the face.

Getting to know a mother who is unbelievably strong, and not having to starve, freeze, or be bullied in the future, obviously the two things add up to be very happy, but why does she feel a little tired?
Hey~
Life is not easy, Fugu sighed.

"Mom, is she...?"

Sirin in her arms poked her head out and pointed to the maid curiously.

The other party gave her a very strange feeling, it should not be the maid of the hotel.

Because, the cleaners of the hotel usually wait for the guests to leave before starting to clean up.

Glancing at Rita who was working hard, Chan replied with a smile: "She...she is a maid hired by my mother, who also serves as your personal bodyguard. At the same time, she is also the Herrscher of Ice~! Her name is 'Rita', Known as 'Miss Daily Turnover Tower'!"

Rita: ...

Hearing Chan's introduction to Rita, Sirin was so surprised that her small mouth opened wide, forming an "o" shape.

He picked out a Herrscher maid + bodyguard casually, and Sirin didn't know what to say anymore.

Fearing that the good daughter would not like it, Chan continued: "Don't worry, Sirin, she doesn't dare to betray us. If Rita dares to do something wrong to you, mother will detonate the Herrscher core in her body~"

Rita's tender body trembled, her eyes dimmed again.

Sorry, Teresa.

I'm sorry, my lord.

I'm sorry, Master Ulandell.

I... already in the shape of the master...

"Rita, work hard, you will have everything you need~"

"..."

"By the way, I will cook by myself tonight, Rita, you can try it too." Chan tilted his head and showed a bright smile.

Rita forced a smile: "Okay...Master..."

Why, she always feels unreliable...

Hope it won't be a dark dish.

Rita prayed in her heart.

"Sirin, do you have any plans for the afternoon? Where do you plan to go?"

"...Is it okay to watch TV at home?"

After experiencing what happened during the day, Sirin didn't really want to go out.

Chan answered naturally: "Of course! No matter what you want to do, mom will support you~"

Sirin was a little moved: "Thank you, thank you."

In addition to the magical girl TeRiRi, the TV station is the yellow-skinned mouse Houmu.

Beyond that, it's news and soap operas.

Chan sat Sirin on his lap and quietly watched her change channels with the remote.

"Sirin, do you like Homu?"

Hearing what her mother asked, Sirin shook her head honestly: "I don't like it."

Chan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, at least, it proves that your aesthetics is fine. A few yellow-skinned mice can become popular all over the world. It can only be said that there is no cure for this world."

Rita not far away: ...

She really wants to tell Chan, if you speak out, you will be surrounded by those homu lovers!

Considering Chan's strength, Rita still held back.

He doesn't trouble others, those people should be thankful and burn incense and worship Buddha.

You know, a Herrscher can be created on the spot at any time, how many people like this exist, dare to provoke them?

It's like an old birthday star lighting a lamp in the toilet in the middle of the night-looking for death!
Rubbing Sirin's little head, Chan said softly, "Sirin, get up, mom is going to cook~"

"Ok."

Sirin obediently moved aside, hugged the pillow and said, "Sirin is looking forward to the dinner mom made."

"I promise I won't disappoint Sirin~!"

Facing the lovely Sirin, Chan decided to make a good play.

As for stinky tofu, snail noodles, durian crisps and the like, Chan doesn't plan to take them out, so as not to frighten the little puffer fish.

"Yuyou, come and give me a hand!"

"Oh…"

Bai Youyou was a little reluctant, but she still walked over slowly.

Chan urged: "Go wash your hands and prepare to make dumplings."

"Know it…"

After all, Bai Youyou is a system. Compared with Rita who has never eaten Chinese food, she will definitely be more comfortable with Chinese food.

As a qualified maid, Rita couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Master, do you need my help?"

(End of this chapter)