After Becoming a Little |

"President, don't underestimate me!" Yiye Luoli bent her arms and stroked her non-existent biceps: "Although I look like a child, in fact, I have reached the point where I can drink I'm old, I'm an adult! I'm a college student!"

"No, no, not at all, you just skipped a grade to come to university." The hungry girl waved her hands: "If you are like this, we will face your mother in the future, it will be difficult to explain, she will definitely be angry, maybe at that time I will also leave you in front of the station and let you walk home by yourself!"

"Mom..." Yiye Luoli's expression, which was about to argue, immediately fell down when she heard this word: "Mom hasn't called me for a long time, is it like before again, don't ask Yiye gone?"

"Um—" the hungry girl comforted her stiffly with a slightly helpless expression, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that... I meant... Oh, anyway, you have to understand, your mother is very difficult to deal with. This is a compliment! It's difficult to solve something, it proves that she is a very capable person!"

No, in fact, the other party is just like an older child, a natural idiot in life.

But this kind of character is really difficult to deal with...

"But...but she hasn't sent me a message for three hours! She must hate me!" Yiye Luoli clenched her fists to cheer herself up: "So I want to become bad! I want to be a bad boy! Let her Know it's all her fault!"

"...Where did you come from, a girl with special problems!" Er Wumeng was startled: "It's only been three hours! Are you a child who hasn't been weaned yet?!"

"Yeah!" Yiye Luoli yelled with her eyes closed, "Mom's - oh! oh!"

The president of Beimenggong covered Yiye Luoli's mouth: "You are already talking about some topics that are beyond the scope of normal people. It's not the difference between being an adult or not... No, it would be worse if you were an adult. ..."

Sister Jiu rubbed her forehead and walked over: "Why are you here? Last time you came, your mother almost demolished my place."

Yiye Luoli's mother and biological mother are two extremes. Although they were herdsmen in the early days, the big-breasted swordsman now cares more about his daughter than anything else.

Last time, because Yiye Luoli needed physical adjustment, I came to the Ninth Holy Son Nain for an examination, but the silver-haired maid who usually checked Yiye Luoli's body at the Randolph Twin Hospital had to rush back to her family. The waste wood pet, the wine sister, cooks, so she brought back the little loli who has been checked and adjusted, and said that the follow-up records will be in the afternoon.

But that time when she didn't go home on time, she really stimulated the Juggernaut Priestess with big breasts. She searched around and found the information. She took the Budu Soul Sword and went straight to the bar. I can still see the traces left by her hacking the door—Sister Jiu took out all the grenade launchers at the bottom of the box, thinking that the enemy came to the door, and she was very determined to fight the opponent to the death.

Although in the end it was found that it was all a misunderstanding, and the other party was still very soft-tempered, which made her move her index finger so much that she couldn't sleep at night for several days.

Fragrant and soft, who doesn't like it?

It was precisely because of that visit to the bar that Yiye Luoli seemed to have discovered such a place for adults to play, and she yearned for it very much. This time, when she met two senior girls who were distressed, she volunteered to drive them here with her. up.

After all, in her cognition, the bar is still a rather scary place, and only the wine sister is an acquaintance.

As for Beimenggong Yuanling, it didn't matter - anyway, she wasn't driving the car, and the driver was walking with someone else. Far and near didn't matter, so it was time to relax.

But before President Beimenggong ordered something, he raised his eyes and saw two middle-aged men sitting at a table not far away.

It just so happened that the other party also looked over, and for a moment the eyes of the two sides met. It was very embarrassing for some people to search for him thousands of times, but when they looked back suddenly, the man was at the next table.

"..."

Beimenggong Yuanling blinked, looked around subconsciously, and found that he did not bring a bodyguard.

So she lowered her eyes calmly, reached out to hold the glass on the table, stroked the thickness of the glass mouth, and thought about which one should be hijacked if she wanted to escape later.

The two middle-aged men over there rolled their throats and exchanged glances: "...is it her?"

"You can't be wrong, it's the head of the Beimenggong family..."

"Why is she here?"

"...I don't know, could it be an ambush?"

"It doesn't look like—"

The two middle-aged men with divisive thinking don't think that the half-cleaned lady of the other party will go to such a corner bar to have fun, it is definitely more meaningful, but they can't reach each other for a while In the basement, it is not clear which floor the other party is located on.

When the two sides were silent, Sister Xi squinted her eyes and looked at the president of Beimenggong, as if she remembered something, exclaimed: "Ah! You are the little girl from the Beimenggong family! I know you—"

As she spoke, she turned her head and greeted the two middle-aged men over there: "This way, this way! The man you mentioned earlier!"

As soon as he said this, the president of Beimenggong immediately realized that he had no place to hide. He raised his hand and smashed the glass wrapped in his sleeve on the table. While the shards were flying, he grabbed the biggest shard and touched it. Grabbed the wine sister.

At this time, she still didn't forget to kick her good Jiyou up: "Run! Go and call the police!"

Erwumeng was kicked so that her body was crooked, she didn't know what happened, she got up subconsciously, and then froze again——

Because the wine sister that President Beimenggong wanted to grab was not caught by her as she wished. Instead, she leaned back to avoid the shards of the glass that the other party swiped over, and stuck her backhand into the wide collar of her t-shirt. Pulling out a Glock 17 from his armpit, he pointed at the little girl in front of him leisurely: "What era is this, and you still smash a glass? Times have changed!"

Although her movements for drawing the gun were not large, the neckline was only so wide after all, and the entire t-shirt was pulled up, revealing the beautiful scene of the lower body that was originally concealed—it's a pity that the two middle-aged men subconsciously pulled Looking away, all she could see was the appearance blocked by the back of the sofa, and the tan sofa blocked everything from her waist down.

Yiye Luoli covered her face at first, and screamed "Ah—" with blushing cheeks, and then realized that she was the only one who had such a big reaction after a few seconds, and she put down her hands in embarrassment, but her eyes kept wandering. Dare to look at the wine sister.

On the contrary, Erwumeng calmed down a little. Looking at the stalemate at the scene and the pause where the other party didn't shoot, he understood that the two sides might still have to talk.

Her thoughts flickered, her eyes flickered and she had nothing to say: "This dress is quite unique...that website?"

The yellow and black logo is really too conspicuous, PX-hub or something, after all, is a giant in the industry.

"Of course, this is a super precious merchandise!" Sister Jiu raised her chin proudly: "There is nowhere to buy it. The official merchandise you can buy definitely does not have this kind of clothes, only other small things."

"Then...then where did you come from?" Erwumeng said while quietly reaching for her bag, trying to find her mobile phone.

"Upload a video, and if the number of views reaches a certain level, the official will give you one." The bartender raised her gun slightly: "Although I don't know what you are here for, but my bar doesn't allow Fighting...you have to pay for another cup!"

She retracted the gun and stepped back a few steps with her hands folded on her chest to show that she was not malicious.

Erwumeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in confusion: "You only send videos when you upload them... Could it be that you are—you are that kind of blessing, welfare... that you just post videos by yourself?!"

The more she spoke, the higher the pitch, and she couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes. She didn't expect such a handsome sister to be a butcher.

Sister Jiu frowned: "What are you thinking? This is Japan, Japan. Isn't it easy to find some videos and post them?"

Erwumeng suddenly realized, and then became a little puzzled: "What about the copyright? How do you calculate it?"

"... Cough!" Sister Xi raised her hand and clenched her fist, coughed softly against her mouth, then turned and walked towards the two middle-aged men: "I said you, why didn't you respond just now? That's not you Someone to find?"

"I'm not looking for her." The two middle-aged men couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm struggling whether to go to talk, but this kind of scene doesn't seem like a suitable place to talk to, right?"

"You extreme people just want to save face, why don't you just find an izakaya or something?" The bartender muttered, took the cigarettes they put on the table, lit one for herself, and then leaned back. The light on the ceiling exhaled a puff of white smoke, his eyes blurred as if recalling something from the past.

Ye Luoli, who was on the side, reacted belatedly, then jumped up suddenly, pulled out a broken blade with a pure white handle from her small bag, and protected it in front of President Beimenggong: "You, don't mess around! I'm amazing!"

Sister Jiu looked back, turned her head back to say something without paying attention, then turned back suddenly, her eyes were fixed on the broken sword.

"...Budu Yuhun?" She said, with suspicion in her tone: "Why did your mother break all this?"

"This is the original one at home..." Yiye Luoli responded in a low voice, and then noticed the gaze of the two middle-aged men next to her, and suddenly raised her voice: "I'm really good! You'd better It’s time to leave! Otherwise, I won’t be able to control it, I, myself will be afraid!”

The two middle-aged men shook their heads, didn't care about the child's threat, but muttered something in a low voice, and from time to time cast their gazes at Beimenggong Yuanling not far away. Know how to follow up.

After a while, as if they had made some kind of determination, the leaders of the two extreme forces stood up, each carrying a glass of beer and walked this way, and took the lead in nodding at Beimenggong Yuanling, indicating that they were not hostile.

As the eldest lady of the Japanese server, Beimenggong Yuanling is capable, knowledgeable, and has a family background. As long as the scene can be stabilized, she will naturally not dare to talk to two adults—even if she is very afraid of ghosts, she is surrounded by people. There is also a [-]-year-old best friend who often stabs her back, but at least it has nothing to do with the current scene, and it does not constitute a disadvantage.

The two sides started friendly talks, and the scene was very harmonious for a time.

Erwumeng, who couldn't understand those gossip-specific terms, yawned and came over to sit by the bar: "A glass of John Collins, thank you."

John Collins is a low-sugar fizzy drink that requires very little to make a cocktail, just a mix of gin, lemon juice, sugar and soda water.

The silver-haired maid wiping glasses behind the bar didn't even look up: "No gin."

"Then have a cup of Cuba Libertad."

All-sweet soda wine Cuba Liberty, rum and cola, garnished with a little lime, can be said to be the best choice to dilute the stimulating taste of whiskey.

"No lemons."

"Then Long Island Iced Tea is ready." Erwumeng flipped through the wine list, her eyes sliding along the names on it.

The silver-haired maid was very indifferent: "No gin."

"highball?"

"No lemons."

"Gin and Tonic?"

"No gin and no lemons."

The two sides engaged in a tug-of-war question and answer on this issue. When the silver-haired maid was not involved in things that violated the rules of the bar, her temper was always very indifferent, and she could even be said to answer questions with a gentle attitude.

And Erwumeng didn't know whether it was paired with lemon or gin, and the cocktails I ordered didn't leave one of the two.

"Mojito?"

"No lemons."

"Moscow donkey?"

"No lemons."

"Tom Collins?"

"No gin and no lemons."

"Okay, Peppermint Julep... I don't think so..."

Finally, his eyes moved to the end of the wine list, Erwumeng sighed hopelessly and muttered subconsciously.

"Have."

"Oh, then a cup of warm—huh? Is there any?"

"Whiskey, mint, soda water and sugar are all available." The silver-haired maid took out the materials and began to mix the drink: "How many glasses do you want? That child can drink, no problem."

"Oh, those three cups!" Erwumeng raised three fingers, and then asked curiously: "Do you know that child? I mean Cang Yong Yiye, I thought she was joking and said that she had a drink here After all, who would accept such a child..."

"I know." The silver-haired maid nodded, and immediately corrected her: "She's not a child, she's just small."

"What's the difference? Men don't like small ones." Erwumeng looked down at her upper body and sighed: "Like Mr. Rui, they must like very feminine ones..."

The silver-haired maid didn't speak, but just pushed the mixed wine over, and emphasized: "The broken glass needs to be compensated."

"Okay, she will pay later." Erwumeng went back happily with the wine. The bartender next to her put her hands on the bar and looked at her back thoughtfully: "This child ...I seem to have seen it."

The silver-haired maid silently took out a table fork, wiped it with a white towel, checked the sharpness against the lamp, and asked softly, "Is it a girl, have you ever seen it?"

"No, it's not! Don't misunderstand!" Sister Jiu quickly raised her hand to make a French military salute: "I mean, it seems that someone offered a reward to her at the beginning... I remembered! The Gate of Truth!"

As she spoke, her eyes widened: "Yes! That's right, it's her - not only was there a bounty on her back then, but also those around her..."

At this point, Sister Jiu couldn't name the next one.

The twenty-five boy Qianqiumeng, who has become a master of the alarm clock, has the two best records of awakening the fairy sister and the young lady of Beimenggong respectively.

The latter was pulled into the five-episode simulcast of Qiong Yao's Nightmare 360 ​​by Alia, and it was acceptable to be barely awakened.

But Sister Shenxian that time... tsk tsk tsk, I can only say that Erwumeng is really something--something that the white-clothed Taoist priest spent 30 years failing to do, was actually done by her. You have to pull her back and slice her for experiments.

When it comes to the matter of the fairy sister, the Taoist nun in white has always been a geek who studies machines without emotion.

The gang of mercenaries who raided the island of worry-free probably didn't expect a guy who had been frozen into an old popsicle to be able to wake up, and he paid the price of destroying the entire group for this. It's really good luck—but if the fairy sister who hadn't completely withdrawn from the great war and returned to the modern age half a day earlier, she would probably kill the killer in pain, with a knife in her hand, a ruthless attack, a severance of love, and a lore on the spot.

The silver-haired maid looked over, then lowered her eyes, and reminded: "That's a thing of the past, and no one is offering a reward to her now."